sick_wilson | Ah ha! I return from the Dead!

Fandom: House M.D.

Title: Just Tell me You Love Me

Author: C.M.S. Cipriano

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: House/Wilson

Warnings: Wilson violence

Summary: House and Wilson have a fight and then fate decides. Okay, the summary sucks but work with me folks.

Disclaimer: Like I could ever actually own House. They all belong to God.

Distribution: Just tell me where it’s going.

Reviews: I love em. They taste good in ketchup.

Word Count: 797

Author’s Commentary: So here I am, back from the writer grave. I haven’t been gone; I’ve just been preoccupied with Supernatural. This is a short thing. Enjoy.

Just Tell me you Love me

“House this is ridiculous!” Wilson shouted from his spot on the floor. House had locked himself in their bedroom and had been in the there for the past hour. This wasn’t normal. Usually it was Wilson hiding out. The pair had been fighting for the past week, slowly escalating and building until it finally exploded.

House was always doing this, finding a way to drive Wilson away, to prove his theory. Wilson had muddled his way through, dealing with whatever House threw at him, but this had sent him over. House accused Wilson of sleeping with one of his ex-wives. This would’ve made him laugh a few days earlier but House had been slowly chipping away at him and now Wilson was just pissed off and tired of living in this insanity.

“For the last time I didn’t sleep with Bonnie!”

He heard a book hit something breakable, probably something of his.

“Screw this. You can deal with this on your own. I’m going to work.”

He got up from the floor, ignoring the sharp pain his knees. He was getting too old for his crap.

The gas station was quiet as Wilson pulled in. There were only a couple of cars. Wilson liked the peace and quiet. It was a stark contrast to what he had been living in. The sun was slowly starting to rise. Christ it was cold. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he walked into the store. It actually seemed colder inside. There was a kid at the counter, flipping through a comic book. She was usually in, he remembered her name too, Addie.

There was a kid by the magazines, looking very interested in the latest Maxim. A man was near the ice cream, his hands shaking. Wilson browsed the aisles, looking for something to eat.

The guy in the back suddenly darted from his spot, pulled out a gun and let off three rounds. Wilson scrambled out of the way, ducking behind a shelf. He could hear the guy shouting about money. It was strange but the words were going sideways. What the hell? Wilson looked around. His body felt numb. He glanced down at his pristine white shirt and saw blood. The guy ran out, screaming. He could feel his cell phone vibrating in his jacket. He struggled to pull it out of his pocket.

“Where are you Wilson? I didn’t finish yelling at you.”

“House I can’t… I can’t talk now.”

“Oh seeing someone behind my back.”

“More like bleeding behind your back.” Wilson muttered.

“What are you talking about? Wilson where are you?”

“Bye House. I’ll need you at home.”

“Wilson, wait, wait.”

Wilson dropped the phone, beeping as it fell. “Wilson!”

House got to work in record time. After his last phone call with Wilson he wasn’t really up to being home at the moment. Something about that whole conversation made House sick. He couldn’t shake some horrible feeling that something was seriously wrong.

Cameron suddenly appeared in his line of view, nearly knocking him over in the process. Her lab coat was covered in blood. Her eyes were red and puffy. His heart bottomed out.

“House its Wilson.”

It wasn’t the bullet that scared them, or the damage it had caused. It was the blood. Cameron had never seen so much blood. She told House that as they made their way into the OR observation theater. She explained it fast but House only caught one thing; that it was really, really bad. House tried to keep his emotions in check but Cameron knew he was just avoiding.

House had been testing Wilson all week, trying to get his goad. His goal was to see how far he could push before Wilson blew a gasket. Now, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be running this test anymore.

Cuddy showed up and placed a careful hand on his shoulder. He ignored her, but didn’t look down. He couldn’t. He couldn’t face that. Wilson wasn’t going to die. Wilson couldn’t die. He was invincible. Wasn’t he? It was a question he didn’t want to deal with. He was a logical man. Death was something that happened to everyone eventually, whether it be at an early age or when the person was to old to care about living anymore. But Wilson wasn’t supposed to die before him. And not this way. Cancer would’ve been mercy compared to this. House sighed, his leg acting up, but he ignored it. He needed his Wilson…

When Wilson woke up, House was there, doing his best non-apology, apology speech. Wilson just smiled, knowing that House may never change but hell, if he knew getting shot would have House reacting this way, he would do it more often.

Fin

Ah ha! I return from the Dead!

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