A/N: This is another wordy one sorry, and rather more Father Jack than I anticipated. He just seems to wiggle his way into a story. WARNING: swearing, violence, sick!House
House hurried after the father, his frown darkening with every step "Jack, wait!"
The father spun on his heels and laughed at House "Do you really want to have this conversation here?"
House stopped and glanced around, his fellows were standing just ten feet away there faces confused, hands full of lab results. "I'll meet you later?"
"Yes, I will be with my flock"
The father bowed his head and glided effortlessly down the hall leaving House leaning heavily on his cane eyes trained on the floor.
"Uh House?"
Taub stepped forward "The results show it isn't cancer?"
"Of course it isn't"
House mumbled distracted, shaking himself he looked up his eyes wild and unfocused "I'm sorry? Not cancer? I thought I told you it is cancer"
"You did" Taub glanced back at the other fellows eyebrows raised "But we tested it and…well it's not cancer?"
House shook his head again "Test it again"
"But..."
"I said test it again!" House shouted, ushering the fellows; Taub however didn't move
"Were you just talking to a priest?"
"He is saving my soul"
"He is a patient?"
House rolled his eyes "Well duh, nobody is saving my soul, I already sold it for these kickass sneakers"
House gestured at his feet and ushered insistently "Now go"
"Father?"
"Gregory "
The father smiled gesturing to the seat nearest to him "So did that clarify it for you? I'd hate to have lied for no real purpose?"
"I think Wilson got it wrong. I'm not gay, he isn't gay… maybe I just-"
The father frowned cutting House off "Many a foolish man has ignored what is in front of him and many a foolish man suffered for it"
The father placed his fingertips together peering over at House "And you doctor, are not a foolish man"
House frowned "I am not in love with Wilson. I would have realised, and anyway why would I suddenly start having these dreams? If I love him it would've been for a while at least and so the dreams must've been jumpstarted somehow?"
"That's for you to figure out"
"It doesn't make sense"
"Maybe you are just too scared of the truth? The path is never clear"
"I am not scared"
"Yes you are, nothing terrifies you more than making yourself vulnerable and this, this makes you completely vulnerable to doctor Wilson"
House brought his cane down on the hard stone floor "He has seen me vulnerable before, why would I be scared of that?"
"Not this vulnerable, you risk losing him"
"For somebody who is trying to convince me this is a good thing, you're doing a very poor job"
"Aha so you admit it?"
House paused his great mind faltering "Yes"
The father smiled "Then you must tell him, from what I understand he is not a man to lose the trust of his friends"
"Well I can't just go up to him and say oh hey Wilson I'm in love with you!"
"Maybe admitting it in stages would be easier?"
"What, so telling him oh I am bi then what, I think I like a guy? "
"Precisely"
House shook his head "This is nuts"
"The path to enlightenment is never easy"
House looked up frowning "The same could be said for the path of love"
The father grinned.
House stood nervously pacing Wilson's office floor, ripping sheet after sheet of pink post it note off the pad he had taken from Wilsons desk. The diagnostician was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been. Wilson burst through the door stopping in his tracks when he spotted his friend,
"House?"
"Wilson I think I'm in love with you"
House paused his breath catching in his throat, everything froze. Wilsons back was turned against him and the oncologist was fiddling with something from his cupboards behind him.
House stared at the back of his friend's head panic rising as Wilson began to whisper quietly
"I really wish you hadn't said that, you ruined it, you ruined everything. What were you thinking?"
Wilson spun quickly on his heels arm raised, pistol cocked in his hands sweaty fingers slipping over the catch, House gasped and turned to run down the alley way, the rain pouring, the clashing wailing of the ice water on metal fire escape stairs deafening as he ran, trying to escape the shouting, furious Wilson
"How dare you! You filthy, greedy, disgusting, bastard!"
Wilson was following him, just walking but catching up all the same, House was limping as fast he could, his tears mixing with the rain, clashing red and white lights flickering on the wet black cobbled floor.
House screamed as he came to a dead end; spinning on his heels and falling down, his back crashing into the wall, tear stained face staring up at his friend pleading
"Please Wilson I'm so sorry, Jimmy please. Don't kill me, please I love you I would never hurt you!"
Wilson just laughed coldly the sound echoing around the sodden walls
"How could ever think it would be different"
Wilson turned his head and pulled the trigger.
"Jimmy!"
House woke panting, sweat was pouring down his face, pooling on his chest. House pulled his legs over the edge of the bed and stumbled for the bathroom, staring at his reflection with disgust
"It was just a fucking dream" he closed his eyes resting his forehead against the cool glass.
We can never tell him, it will never go away
"I can't … I need..." House mumbled to himself opening his medicine cabinet and fishing out a syringe ad a vial making sure not to look at his reflection as he left the room.
We just need to stop the dreams. So tired so so tired
Wilson pulled his coat tight around himself as he slipped into the dingy but warm room. Licking his lips he made his way to the bar slipping onto a stool and signalling the barman.
"Father"
"Doctor Wilson"
Father Jack smiled pouring the doctors drink and leaning against his bar
"How are the congregation?"
"Oh quiet night"
"What about father James?"
The father leant back a little smiling "Oh I have a feeling he is seeking his own guidance from our father"
Wilson frowned "I thought you said you had no worldly gains? Owning a bar? Doesn't seem very…holy to me"
"Ah well if the people won't come to the house of the lord, then why not create a house they will come to?"
Wilson nodded "I see. So how much of what you said was a lie? Who is House's patient?"
"I think you already know the answer to that my son" The father raised his eyebrows wisely and Wilson bit his lip
"It was House? Those dreams… they were his dreams?"
"Yes that is the truth"
"That cant be… I am Houses only friend and he …not me"
"As I said doctor, James has gone to seek guidance form our lord"
"Me?"
The father just poured Wilson another drink "Yes, you my son"
"Does he know? Is this just a test?"
"Gregory does not know how you feel, he was scarcely aware of his own feelings before this began"
"I see" Wilson bit his thumb blushing "I thought... I thought he had figured it out and was just testing me?"
"I may have lied to help a friend, but I cannot lie to you again James. This is purely a test of your own; if you know your heart then I suggest you follow what you believe in"
Wilson nodded slowly and was silent for a long moment "Another one I think"
Pulling up outside House apartment Wilson turned to his new friend
"Thank you father, for everything"
"It was nothing, it is my duty to help those in need"
Wilson took a deep breath "Will you wait here for a while…"
"Yes, I can come in if you like?"
"No no this is something that needs to be said between just the two of us"
The father nodded and pulled a bible from his glove compartment "I'll be waiting"
Wilson was breathing heavily as he unlocked the door to the flat, his mind racing with ways to say what he felt. He stopped staring at the broken table; everything seemed to slow to a still as he rounded the corner staring at a unconscious House, his handsome face twisted in pain, coated in shed tears, a hand clenched around a syringe, the bottle having fallen to the great doctors feet.
Wilson gasped and rushed forward checking desperately for a pulse
"Oh god oh god oh god don't die!"
Wilson gasped scarcely able to breathe; letting out a triumphant yell when he felt a weak pulse.
Putting his head to his friend's chest to listen for breathing he let out a loud shout
"HELP! HELP US!"