Title: Wilson At Bay
By: lbc
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: Mature adults
Genre: pre-slash
Disclaimer: I sure wish I owned these characters.
Words: 535
Summary: House confronts Wilson.
This is intended as a connecting link to the short 3-part arc that is the conclusion to the story. It will be posted next week. Thanks for reading.
5:00 pm, February 16:
It had been over 24 hours since Greg House had seen James Wilson. It was like Wilson had disappeared off the face of the earth. He was at the hospital, but the page for a consult had resulted in that idiot, Cruikshank, showing up to "see the patient". House had dealt with him quickly and thoroughly. He doubted the young man would ever step within radar range of Greg House again.
House had done everything he could to find Wilson, all to no avail. The young oncologist had not returned to his apartment so February 15 died the miserable death that it so richly deserved. The next day was no better. James Wilson was definitely avoiding him and anyone who even remotely had anything to do with Greg House. Even Lisa Cuddy professed to know little about Wilson's schedule, and the results of hacking her schedule drew a blank.
Depressed, Gregory House gave up and headed back to his own office. Grabbing his computer, the diagnostician headed towards the door when he heard a strange noise from the next office - - James Wilson's office. Using the balcony entrance, House made his way towards the darkened office. House's blue eyes had difficulty making out the individual hunched down in the seat behind the desk, but the aroma that was James Wilson filled the scruffy-faced man's nostrils.
House stood, staring at the man who had been his friend for almost two decades. "You've been avoiding me."
"House, not everything is about you. I've had a hell of a day. Lost two patients, including a child, so don't go feeling sorry for yourself. I need to be alone; do you get my meaning?"
House hesitated then threw out the question that was rolling around in the pit of his stomach. "Are we still friends?"
Wilson's sad eyes looked up at House. He had become accustomed to the darkness so he could see the weariness on the handsome face. Hesitating slightly, Wilson stood, "Sure, we're friends. Thanks for asking. Now, I have to get going. Got some packing to do."
House raised his head as he heard the words, "packing."
House stood his ground as Wilson put various folders in his briefcase and stored his computer. With his voice, dripping sarcasm, House inquired, "What, running away again?"
Wilson smiled a bleak smile, "Nah got permission this time, I've been hesitant to do this until after the divorce came through; now, I'm free . . . independent. Billingsly, Travis, and I are going to do a three months exchange program with Hopkins. As our late less-than-revered President Nixon once said . . . sort of. You'll have to find someone else to kick around. Good night, House."
With those words James Wilson walked out of his office and out of Greg House's life.
Arc #2 should appear next week.