A/N: This is a bit wordy just to warn you and I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get here. I've been immeasurably busy lately.
He was sat at the top of an enormous set of cold hard granite stairs, blustery wind buffeting his side as he gazed out into the sandy landscape. He appeared to be seated on a large official looking building in the middle of a dark dusky grey desert, the sand and sky melting and wavering.
It was cold, so so bitterly cold but he knew in his head he could feel it coming, a growing excitement that built and built in his gut. It was unbearable and House let out a small laugh to release the pressure but he found himself doubling over unable to breathe as he laughed and laughed, coughing and gasping for air.
Suddenly the swirling sand and cold distant dunes stilled, a bright orange glow seeping out over the first few grains, House giggled as he watched it slowly creep toward him, the orange light growing stronger and stronger until it hit him, calming his hiccupping coughs and lowering his wide grin to a contented smile.
"mmm" House moaned, it was so warm so familiar in this pleasant light, he smiled and wrapped his arms around himself shrugging and spreading his body out. The din stilled and all that was left was a contented man lying in the invisible presence of the calming force.
House woke, his face lazily stretching a grin
Well that had nothing to do with Wilson. It was just a fluke.
Oh really? A calming force? Warmth? Familiarity? What else in the world makes us feel like this?
House frowned "Don't ruin my morning" he pressed his knuckles against his head and slumped back onto the soft mattress. Today would be a good day.
His fellows shared a confused grin; their boss was in a much better mood today it seemed. He had already berated them about there poor choice of patient and had already ruled out a large portion of their theories, saving the poor boys hand.
House grunted, the fellows were now in the lab running tests and he was stuck with two hours with nothing to do. Maybe he should have a nap, just to make sure the dream was a one off. House nodded to himself content that it was a one time thing.
He sat on a small leather sofa in the corner of the coffee shop his hand wrapped around a large mug of expresso, tee and jeans rumpled as if he had just woken up. House grunted and shifted in his seat, eyeing the two women who had just entered cautiously.
He busied himself with pretend reading his newspaper as he watched them sit at a table a few feet in front of him. He waited, there, there it was. He saw the glance. They were on to him, Houses hand clenched protectively against his pocket and he downed his drink ignoring the burn of his throat.
Sidling out of the seat he walked slowly to the door making sure not to glance back at the woman, using a shiny clock nearby instead. He watched them pause and stare at his retreating back, poised for his exit.
House let out a deep breath and opened the door rushing away to the nearby alley, making sure to slow down until he heard the tell tale clip clop of the women's heels, he glanced over his shoulder as if checking he were being followed before reaching out to open a side door to the bakery whose back door was unlocked.
In the split second where the woman looked away as he pretended to glance around he jumped behind the nearby bins, crouching in the dirt. The woman murmured between themselves before rushing out to the door their excited chatter ringing in his ears "We've got him! He is ours now!"
House rushed out as soon as the heavy steel door shut behind them, making his escape to the parked car back past the coffee shop. Slumped in his seat House grinned pulling the small precious package out of his pocket.
"You're okay now. I've got you and I will never let you go" House beamed down at the Wilson doll running a hand through thick brown hair.
"House!?"
House yelped gripping the arms of his chair eyes unfocused and roving wildly, finally falling on his younger friend.
"You didn't come to lunch"
Wilson peered over him, his face pinched with concern. House never missed dinner.
God why does he care so much. Just look at those eyes, they are so…
House shook his head to stop himself from thinking the next word.
"Stop looming over me will you; your caring is getting all over me"
Wilson took a step back "Trying to work something out?"
House leant forward in his chair rubbing the back of his head "I was thinking about dream-guys latest problem"
"Oh?"
House looked up at Wilson twitching when he noticed the inquisitive look on the oncologists face
Oh god he is going to suspect us if we don't produce a patient soon. He assumes we are just testing him somehow. Say something!
House just stared until Wilson raised an eyebrow
"So am I going to meet this 'dream guy'? It's probably better if I actually meet the patient I'm supposed to be helping?"
House nodded slowly "Yeah of course"
Oh shit we have less time than we thought. Quick get out get out we need to find ourselves a dream guy!!
House blushed lightly, and rose to his feet.
"I'll go get him then?"
"I'll be in my office" Wilson smirked as House rushed past him escaping out into the hall.
Wilson glanced up as his office door swung open, House striding through it triumphantly. He stared at his friend for a moment before House gestured to the door, where stood a priest in a black shirt, dog collar and black slacks.
Wilson stammered as he stood to shake the mans hand "D-d-dr Wilson"
The man smiled warmly placing hand over Wilson "Father Jack"
Wilson gestured towards the sofa where House lounged grinning and the father perched confidently on the edge, avoiding sitting on Houses legs.
The oncologist shook his head, bemused at the taller man, who appeared to be in his late forties with grey brown fluffy hair and a scrubby beard, his pleasant face set off by brilliant almost white blue eyes, crinkled at the edges as if the man spent much of his time laughing.
Wilson sat back down and considered the man for a moment "So father Jack, can you tell me what the problem is?"
Father Jack glanced at House for a moment before answering "I understand Gregory here told you about my dream?"
The fathers warm Irish lilt seemed to exude calm, Wilson shifted "Uh...yes yes he did"
"Well he told me that you're probably better at understanding this kind of thing, and I have had another rather confusing couple of dreams. I have come to have my mind put at ease"
"You think coming to me would put your mind at ease? Instead of considering God? Or a psychologist"
"Well our father who although he loves us all dearly, does not provide much advice in situations such as this and as a patron of my faith I have no worldly possessions which unfortunately means I cannot afford to visit a psychologist. Therefore I chose a free clinic, where I happened upon Gregory, who in my time of need decided he could help me with no cost to himself"
The father smiled warmly at Wilson, clasping his hands in front of himself.
Wilson nodded slowly "Right… so tell me about these latest dreams?"
"Well as you know the first one involved me and father… James"
Houses leg twitched and kicked the father softly, his face dropping to a frown.
The father just shifted slightly grinning "Well the second …"
House watched Wilson carefully as the father repeated his recent dreams taking note that he should pay father Jack a bit more. He really could pull it off.
Oh look at him, so desperate to help. It should be sickening. It really should be, instead of strangely endearing.
House bit his lip listening intently as Wilson began his theory on the first dream
"I see so this warm light… it made you feel comforted? And calm? I'm just a laymen but it seems that you see father James as a calming force on your life, and obviously he somebody who makes you feel uh…warm… before I tell you what I think…do mind telling me about the uh…other dream?"
Father Jack glanced at House again his eyebrow raised; House almost blushed and kicked him again
"Go on father" House gestured with his hand
"Well you see in the second one I was just taking nap in the gardens…"
House watched Wilsons face , the way his eyebrows raised a little bit with every detail the father gave, the twitch of his bowed lips as he stopped himself from interrupting, the way he kept poking his tongue out to swipe over his plump bottom lip.
Oh god he is going to figure it all out. But what is he figuring out? What is IT exactly?
House leant forward as Wilson came to his final deliberation "I see so you were protecting 'James' from these women? Is father James uh popular with women?"
House tensed, he forgot how weird that would sound…did Wilson actually buy this?
Look at his face he really does... let's hope father Jack is as good as we thought
"Well a priest's life is a solitary one, but that does not mean we fall short of certain behaviors by the single members of our flock. It may seem the ultimate thrill of sin to some"
The father bowed his head his pleasant smile not shifting for second.
Bloody hell he is good.
"Ah right, well it seems to wish to take him away from these women...to uh keep him for yourself?"
"I see, so you think I am in fact...enamored with father James?"
"Well yes... that's only what your dreams suggest and its really up to you and how you really feel inside"
The father stood and shook Wilson's hand
"Thank you doctor, you have helped me to clarify what I already suspected"
"Uh, no problem?"
The father turned on his heels and grinned down at House
"Gregory, will you care to accompany me to my church. I feel that additional support than that of our father may be needed if I am to admit my true feelings to father James and to ask for guidance in the house of our lord."
House nodded standing beside the father his heart pounding against his chest. He barely dared to breathe; they were getting away with it.
Wilson stared up at them confused "You want House...House to help you tell father James that you..."
"Yes, he has been a comfort in these past few days and I feel he could help in showing Father James that this is no cruel trick of the devil"
The father bowed his head and glided out of the door, leaving House gaping after him
"He honestly thinks you're comforting?"
House just shrugged grinning
I can't believe we got away with it. Who knew Wilson would think that father Jack is in… House paused his face dropping
They weren't father Jacks dreams… Wilson thinks we are in love with 'father James'…with Wilson