Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of its characters.
A/N: It's a third point of view story about Wilson. Please give it a chance.
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I hadn't known that he was married.
If I had I don't know if I would have been able to steer clear of him anyways. Now don't get me wrong, I've never been the other woman and I had never planned on it. But it happened and I don't regret it.
When I first saw him I tripped over my own two feet. Thinking back on its actually pretty funny but at the time it really wasn't, well maybe for him it was.
I had been caring three open beers for me and my friends who were sitting a couple booths down everything had been going fine, and then I had looked over and saw him. He had looked so happy and carefree talking to his friend. His chocolate brown eyes light up as he talked and when he smiled it was wonderfully charming. Of course being the klutz I am as soon as I stopped paying attention to where I was going I tripped and of course I fell sideways into his table spilling all the beers I was holding and all of their drinks in process.
He of course had immediately asked if I was alright while his friend was no where as kind demanding that I buy them new drinks. I agreed right away to by them new drinks (and myself of course) but he had told me not to worry for it was about time that they should be leaving anyways.
As I went and paid for three new beers I watched him leave regretfully, wishing that maybe I would see him again. And I did.
Not two days later I bumped into him after work. When I say bumped I mean I literally bumped into him and then proceed to fall to the ground.
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"Again?"
I recognized the voice so I looked up and saw his wonderful chocolate brown eyes looking down at me. Wow. In a matter of a couple days I have managed to fall down and embarrass myself in front of this man. That's got to be a new record for me.
"Here let me help you." He offered me his hand and of course I took it letting him pull me up.
"Thanks, sorry about that. I'm normally not that klutzy." Who am I kidding, I'm the biggest klutz. I'm always tripping over things, knocking things down; all of my friends call me a klutz.
He smiled at me and I must say that it's a really great smile, all teeth "I'm James Wilson."
"Jessica Jones, and I'm really sorry bumping into you like that." God, could I apologize any more times?
"It's fine, really. You don't need to apologize, its nice having someone pretty bump into you." He is still smiling and my heart is racing because of it.
"Would you maybe, like to, go get a coffee. There's a really good coffee shop around the corner." Did I just ask him out? Could I have sounded more stupid?
"Sure, that would be nice."
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He was a doctor at the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He was head of the oncology department, on the hospital board. He was also the smartest man that I had ever been attracted to. Most of the guys I had gone after in the past had been pretty dumb, good-looks but no brain. Not that I can complain, that had been exactly what I had been looking for. James was good-looking and smart, you had to be if you were a doctor.
When we had parted ways that afternoon I had been very reluctant to leave, fearing that I wouldn't see him again. Pathetically I showed up the next at the same time, hoping that maybe I would see him there again. I did and it was wonderful.
Every day we would meet at the same time at that coffee shop. It was completely innocent; we were just two friends having coffee together. I was getting frustrated fast that our relationship (if you could call it that) wasn't going anywhere past friends. So one rainy day I decided that I would take it my own hands.
It was a great decision.
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He was holding the umbrella over both of us; I hadn't brought one with me. Which was pretty stupid of me considering that the forecast that morning had told me that there was a chance of rain, it was now raining pretty hard. James had gallantly offered to walk to me to my car. Now he stood waiting as I struggled with my purse looking for my keys, I have way to much crap in it. Finally finding my keys I turned to him to say thank you but the look in his eyes stopped me. It was lust. Pure unadulterated lust and it was wonderful. I don't know what it was, maybe it was the weather or the fact that I had been sexually unstatisfied since I met him but in that moment I leaned and kissed him with all that I had.
He pushed me into the car with a groan that warmed me all they way down to my toes and kissed me back. Dropping my purse and keys I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my chest into his, and let me say it is a very nice chest.
Suddenly he tore his mouth from mine only to start kissing his way down my jaw and then up to my ear. With my eyes closed I leaned my head back to give him better access. He must have dropped the umbrella somewhere along the way because I could feel the rain hitting my face.
Slowly my hands made their way down his back to his ass, which is also very nice, and I pulled his pelvic into mine causing both of us to groan.
I don't know how long we could have stood there in the rain the umbrella long forgotten on the ground next to us but when a pacing car honked at us James almost immediately stopped what he was doing to my ear and took a step back.
Breathing heavily I just looked at him as he cursed under his breath and picked up the umbrella. What was going to happen next?
"Do you want to come back to my place?" Was that me? By the way he's looking at me I must have said it.
"Yeah, I want to go back to your place." Wow. Well this is exciting. Oh god I should probably say something not just stare at him.
"Follow me home."
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I had been unreasonable nervous during the drive home. What if he changed his mind and went home instead? What if he got into a car accident? Or worse? I have no idea what could be worse then a car accident but knowing my luck it would happen. When I had pulled into my garage I could see him pulling into my driveway right behind me.
We didn't say anything to each other as I pulled out my keys and fumbled with the lock. As soon as I closed the front door he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me.
We made love right there against the wall.
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A phone was ringing.
I reached out picked up the nearest object on my bed stand and opened my eyes. Good, it was the phone.
"Hello"
There was a pause on the other side of the line.
"Hello?"
"Who the hell are you?" she sounded angry.
"Shouldn't I be asking you since you called me?"
"This is my husband's cell phone." Shit. This is not good. I turn my head and look at the sleeping body next to me. I answered James cell phone. Fuck. I hang up.
He was married? How could this happen? The cell phone in my hand starts to ring again. James stirs next to me, great now he's waking up. Why couldn't he have woken up when it first rang? He takes the phone from me and puts it on the bed stand on his side of the bed not answering it.
"Your married?" my voice comes out in a strained whisper. It sounds like I'm ready to cry, most likely because I am. I can hear his sharp intake of breath, there is no way I can look at him and not cry.
"Yeah." He moves closer to me, "I'm sorry."
I don't know why but I turn to him and cry into his chest. He wraps his arms around me comfortingly. How dare he? He's using me to cheat on his wife and he's comforting me?
I cry my self to sleep.
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My alarm clock wakes me at six o'clock the next morning like it always does. I shoot a hand out and pound on it until it turns off.
The other side of the bed is empty. I was expecting that after the call last night but it still hurt like hell. I think I might cry again. Damnit.
I get up and pull on my bathrobe and go to the kitchen. I need my caffeine more then ever this morning. It was then that I noticed a note pinned to my coffee maker, written in what was most likely in James almost illegible hand writing.
Jessica,
I knew that you would need your caffeine in the morning.
I'm sorry that I put you through this, I don't regret last night even though I should. I know that I never told that I was married, so please don't feel bad about what happened.
I will always remember our time together.
Love,
James
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I never went back to that coffee shop or the bar where I had first seen him. James Wilson was now a part of my past, a wonderful memory. I think that I could have really loved him, and I think I might have loved him a little. If only he hadn't been married, maybe things could have been different. He made me feel weird, in a good way and I didn't want to loose it. But I did and it was because I was the other woman.
I hadn't known that he was married.
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A/N: That was so much fun to write. It probably isn't that good, but none the less I enjoyed writing it. Wouldn't that be horrible though? That the women he was supposed to end up with was one of the ones he cheated on his wife with? Please review!