Past meets Present

Chapter 8

In the days proceeding the arrival of newly adopted Evan, Wilson had gotten swamped with patients and wasn't available for help at House's. He didn't mind, all his work in the pediatric wing earlier in his career gave him all the information he needed. He was fully capable of handling a child, despite what people thought about him. House was glad that he got to spend quality time with his son before he had to leave. Taking care and creating a routine in order to make sure everything got done was fairly easy. He adjusted his schedule so he could incorporate Evan and all his needs. It all went fairly smoothly.

Even though he only had four work days with Evan, a typical afternoon House picked up Evan from the hospital day care on his way out and stopped by to give Wilson an update. Once at home they ate together and laughing was a common noise. It would be a sight to see, House with child on one knee, half playing and half watching television. Next up was bath time, then bed. House usually sang Evan to sleep while feeding him a bottle, he was musically inclined not only with the piano, he could sing too. After successfully putting Evan down he waited for Wilson with beers for the two of them and some sporting event or movie playing on the television.

Wilson came in and slammed the door a little louder than he should have.

"Shhhh! You're gonna wake him you moron."

"Oh right, my bad."

He took his shoes off and threw his coat and bag on the floor. Padding over to the couch House handed him a beer and Wilson sat down. With a loud sigh he took a swig of his beer and rested his head back on the couch, now starring at the ceiling.

"Rough day?"

"Busy day. Paperwork, patients to see… you know the stuff you don't do, your lackeys do for you."

"Wanna barrow them?"

"Sure I'll think about it."

They paused as they glanced at the television and drank their beer.

"How was your afternoon and night with Evan?"

"Great. Dinner, television, sleep. Works well. He shouldn't be a problem for you."

"Yeah I hope he's not. He seems to be well mannered and relatively calm."

"Yes, that he is. And if he's a problem I'm only a phone call away."

"Yeah… how are you feeling about that?"

"I'm not feeling excited to do it. But I've got to do what I've got to do."

"Maybe it will help you too."

"You know I don't want help. I don't think I have a problem. Other people think I have a problem and I don't so I've just gotta do what I can to keep Evan. And you're the man for taking him for nine weeks. Talk about him overstaying his welcome."

"I think I can handle him. You gonna leave me all the info. I need to make sure his schedule stays the same?"

"I can do that. Let's what this movie, then sleep. I like to use as much time as possible in my bed while I'm still here."

"We can go now if you'd like."

"No you need to eat."

"Already did."

"Oh. Well let's stay here for a little while…I'll let you know."

"Fine by me."

They sat together for some time and ended up falling asleep together on the couch. Wilson stirred and woke to find House still on the couch with him. He looked over and saw him laying peacefully slightly snoring. Wilson enjoyed having House around and would be lonely without him. He was divorced and House was his only friend. Deciding that House should get some actually sleep while he still can, he quietly coaxed House awake.

"House…let's go to your room. The couch isn't comfortable."

"You would know."

"Yes I do. Come on I'll help you up if you need it."

He rubbed his eyes and searched for his cane. Then slowly stood. "I'm good. Lead on McDuff."

Wilson led them into the bedroom and turned on the light. House responded with "Turn that damn thing off. I know where everything is. It's my room." Wilson did as he was told and House stepped by him and sat on the bed. He removed his pants and slipped under the covers. Settling down he saw Wilson turn to leave. He caught him and asked him to join him in his bed.

"What? You want me to what?"

"Come on you pansy. There's enough room for me and you in here. You can use my bed while I'm gone. No sense in you sleeping on the couch when I'm not here. Just get in here and sleep."

Wilson shrugged his shoulders and joined him.

"No footsie."

"Agreed. Goodnight Wilson."

"Goodnight House."