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Title: Alway tell the truth
Author: gena
Pairing: H/W
Warnings: Cameron bashing.
Written for the 100 Members Prompt. This turned out in no way like I had planned. It just slipped out of my hands and I couldn't draw it back in! I'm sorry there isn't more Wilson angst, but I couldn't control it.
"Wilson !" For once, House's voice lacked any mockery or sarcasm. He sounded genuinely shocked. "What in God's name happened to your face?"
Wilson lifted a hand to the mark on his cheek, blushing. “Oh, that,” he gave a rueful chuckle. “Cameron sure packs a whallop.” He started to walk off but House snaked out his cane, catching the oncologist’s arm and reeling him back.
“What?”
“Cameron,” Wilson repeated. “She slapped me.”
“Looks like she beat the crap out of you,” House said, reaching up to shove Wilson’s hand away. His fingers were uncharacteristically gentle as he probed the red, swollen area. “Scratched you too,” he murmured. “Did you run over her puppy?” House asked. “Or convince her you were dying and then – Surprise!!”
“That’s your shtick,” Wilson reminded him. He waited for House’s inquisitive look before saying, with a grin, “ kissed her.” He smirked at House then took off walking quickly towards his office. House stared at his back, almost too shocked to follow. By the time he caught up with Wilson , they were at Wilson ’s office.
“When you say “kissed”,” House said slowly, “You mean –“ He made a vague gesture towards his mouth with his free hand.
“Not sure of Webster’s definition,” Wilson said, sitting down at his desk, “but it was that thing where you place your lips against someone else’s and apply a little suction.” He began straightening his desk and packing things into his briefcase.
“I can see where that would bother her,” House said. He moved over beside Wilson , sitting on the corner of his desk as he observed his friend closely. “She probably wasn’t expecting to be sexually assaulted at work.” He paused, face scrunched up in thought, “Well, she works for me so maybe she was. Okay, what exactly led to this “kiss”.”
“You did,” Wilson said, not looking up.
“I did.” House reiterated. Wilson nodded still without looking up but House could see the tips of his ears had gone bright red. “Do you want to elaborate on that,” House asked, “or want me to speculate – loudly and in detail?”
Wilson glared at him but its menacing aspect had been ruined by his embarrassment. Finally, he gave up and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand before sitting back and shaking his head. “I – told her to just get over you. I’m tired of her mooning around you like some teenager with a crush on the captain of the football team.”
“Hey,” House retorted, “I had a crush on the captain of the football team!”
Wilson ignored him. “She just goes on and on so I told her you weren’t anything special.”
“What!” House frowned down at Wilson. “Everyone is special in their own way, didn’t you learn that in Remedial Kindergarten?” He hefted himself off Wilson’s desk and went to sit on the couch, stretching his leg out and sighing with some relief. “How did you get from me not being special to sucking face with her? I think you’ve skipped a bunch of steps.”
“I’m getting to it,” Wilson ground out. “I told her that you were nearly impotent.” House made a strangled sound at that but Wilson went on. “I said you only liked to make love to a woman if she spanked you first.” House burst out laughing, muttering something that sounded like “How’d you know that?” before falling silent again. “And I said you were the worst kisser ever.”
“And then you went on to prove that you were better?” House guessed.
“Not exactly,” Wilson hedged. House stared at him. “She laughed and said she knew you were an excellent kisser. First hand experience had proven it." House nodded slowly. "I, uh," he coughed and looked away, shifting uncomfortably. "I told her I wouldn't let her have you.”
“And?”
“She laughed in my face." He cringed at the memory of Cameron's mockery. She'd told him all he was to House was a supply line for his Vicodin. Her words had seared along his nerves, echoing inside his head until it pounded. It had been at that point he'd bent down, his breath hot and moist on her cheek and whispered in her ear that they'd been lovers for the last year and a half. He could still remember the soft, silky feel of her lips beneath his as he pressed a kiss to them then gently to the spot where his words had touched her skin, and the horror in her eyes as she realized the truth of his words. He didn't tell House any of that for fear House might laugh at him as well. Instead Wilson offered a slight shrug and dropped his eyes. “I kissed her and said better-luck-next-time and she hauled off and slapped me as hard as she could.” For a moment the only sound in the room was that of House’s cane spinning around and around in his fingers. It stopped abruptly and House struggled to his feet, heading for the door. “House?” Wilson said quietly and House stopped. “House, I know you didn’t want people to know about us, but I – I was just tired of her trying to win you over.” He sighed and shook his head. “She’s young and beautiful. I’m a manipulative bastard with intimacy issues.”
House didn’t look back as he opened the door and left the office. Wilson watched him go, with a heavy heart. He knew he shouldn’t have told Cameron but day after day she grated on his nerves, insinuating herself in House’s life, seeking his approval, his trust. It hurt to think that someday House might grow tired of him and look for something else, someone who could - Wilson blinked. House wouldn’t want someone who gave into him, who was soft and yielding. He liked the fight, the challenge of another person with an opinion. Cameron wanted to spend her life taking care of him, making him happy. On the best days Wilson wanted to throttle him and bury his body in an unmarked grave. He grabbed his stuff, jumped to his feet and darted down the hall towards House’s office.
House was at his desk, packing his things into his backpack. Cameron stood beside him, one hand on his arm, her eyes soft and imploring. Wilson sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door. “Ready?” he asked, casually leaning against the bookcase. Cameron glared at him. House looked up and his face was unreadable. Wilson felt his throat dry and his heart begin to pound.
“House, please,” Cameron said quietly.
House cocked his head to the side, his eyes still on Wilson. A moment past and no one moved, then House slowly bent down and whispered something in Cameron’s ear. She looked stricken, the color drained from her face, and one hand flew to her mouth. House grinned and moved towards Wilson. They fell into step and headed for the elevator. House used his cane to punch the button and as they waited Wilson couldn’t help but ask, “What did you say to her?”
House raised both eyebrows in an innocent expression. “I told her to keep her hands off you and that now I’d probably get a spanking when we got home.” Wilson opened his mouth but no words came out. “Oh, come on,” House said, “You and Cuddy are always trying to discipline me.”
Wilson finally found his voice. “Maybe we can call her over when things get boring. She can get in some practice being a mom.” They got into the elevator and Wilson gave House a speculative look. “I know you’d be up for breastfeeding, but would you wear a diaper?” The door closed on House’s answer.
Author: gena
Pairing: H/W
Warnings: Cameron bashing.
Written for the 100 Members Prompt. This turned out in no way like I had planned. It just slipped out of my hands and I couldn't draw it back in! I'm sorry there isn't more Wilson angst, but I couldn't control it.
"Wilson !" For once, House's voice lacked any mockery or sarcasm. He sounded genuinely shocked. "What in God's name happened to your face?"
Wilson lifted a hand to the mark on his cheek, blushing. “Oh, that,” he gave a rueful chuckle. “Cameron sure packs a whallop.” He started to walk off but House snaked out his cane, catching the oncologist’s arm and reeling him back.
“What?”
“Cameron,” Wilson repeated. “She slapped me.”
“Looks like she beat the crap out of you,” House said, reaching up to shove Wilson’s hand away. His fingers were uncharacteristically gentle as he probed the red, swollen area. “Scratched you too,” he murmured. “Did you run over her puppy?” House asked. “Or convince her you were dying and then – Surprise!!”
“That’s your shtick,” Wilson reminded him. He waited for House’s inquisitive look before saying, with a grin, “ kissed her.” He smirked at House then took off walking quickly towards his office. House stared at his back, almost too shocked to follow. By the time he caught up with Wilson , they were at Wilson ’s office.
“When you say “kissed”,” House said slowly, “You mean –“ He made a vague gesture towards his mouth with his free hand.
“Not sure of Webster’s definition,” Wilson said, sitting down at his desk, “but it was that thing where you place your lips against someone else’s and apply a little suction.” He began straightening his desk and packing things into his briefcase.
“I can see where that would bother her,” House said. He moved over beside Wilson , sitting on the corner of his desk as he observed his friend closely. “She probably wasn’t expecting to be sexually assaulted at work.” He paused, face scrunched up in thought, “Well, she works for me so maybe she was. Okay, what exactly led to this “kiss”.”
“You did,” Wilson said, not looking up.
“I did.” House reiterated. Wilson nodded still without looking up but House could see the tips of his ears had gone bright red. “Do you want to elaborate on that,” House asked, “or want me to speculate – loudly and in detail?”
Wilson glared at him but its menacing aspect had been ruined by his embarrassment. Finally, he gave up and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand before sitting back and shaking his head. “I – told her to just get over you. I’m tired of her mooning around you like some teenager with a crush on the captain of the football team.”
“Hey,” House retorted, “I had a crush on the captain of the football team!”
Wilson ignored him. “She just goes on and on so I told her you weren’t anything special.”
“What!” House frowned down at Wilson. “Everyone is special in their own way, didn’t you learn that in Remedial Kindergarten?” He hefted himself off Wilson’s desk and went to sit on the couch, stretching his leg out and sighing with some relief. “How did you get from me not being special to sucking face with her? I think you’ve skipped a bunch of steps.”
“I’m getting to it,” Wilson ground out. “I told her that you were nearly impotent.” House made a strangled sound at that but Wilson went on. “I said you only liked to make love to a woman if she spanked you first.” House burst out laughing, muttering something that sounded like “How’d you know that?” before falling silent again. “And I said you were the worst kisser ever.”
“And then you went on to prove that you were better?” House guessed.
“Not exactly,” Wilson hedged. House stared at him. “She laughed and said she knew you were an excellent kisser. First hand experience had proven it." House nodded slowly. "I, uh," he coughed and looked away, shifting uncomfortably. "I told her I wouldn't let her have you.”
“And?”
“She laughed in my face." He cringed at the memory of Cameron's mockery. She'd told him all he was to House was a supply line for his Vicodin. Her words had seared along his nerves, echoing inside his head until it pounded. It had been at that point he'd bent down, his breath hot and moist on her cheek and whispered in her ear that they'd been lovers for the last year and a half. He could still remember the soft, silky feel of her lips beneath his as he pressed a kiss to them then gently to the spot where his words had touched her skin, and the horror in her eyes as she realized the truth of his words. He didn't tell House any of that for fear House might laugh at him as well. Instead Wilson offered a slight shrug and dropped his eyes. “I kissed her and said better-luck-next-time and she hauled off and slapped me as hard as she could.” For a moment the only sound in the room was that of House’s cane spinning around and around in his fingers. It stopped abruptly and House struggled to his feet, heading for the door. “House?” Wilson said quietly and House stopped. “House, I know you didn’t want people to know about us, but I – I was just tired of her trying to win you over.” He sighed and shook his head. “She’s young and beautiful. I’m a manipulative bastard with intimacy issues.”
House didn’t look back as he opened the door and left the office. Wilson watched him go, with a heavy heart. He knew he shouldn’t have told Cameron but day after day she grated on his nerves, insinuating herself in House’s life, seeking his approval, his trust. It hurt to think that someday House might grow tired of him and look for something else, someone who could - Wilson blinked. House wouldn’t want someone who gave into him, who was soft and yielding. He liked the fight, the challenge of another person with an opinion. Cameron wanted to spend her life taking care of him, making him happy. On the best days Wilson wanted to throttle him and bury his body in an unmarked grave. He grabbed his stuff, jumped to his feet and darted down the hall towards House’s office.
House was at his desk, packing his things into his backpack. Cameron stood beside him, one hand on his arm, her eyes soft and imploring. Wilson sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door. “Ready?” he asked, casually leaning against the bookcase. Cameron glared at him. House looked up and his face was unreadable. Wilson felt his throat dry and his heart begin to pound.
“House, please,” Cameron said quietly.
House cocked his head to the side, his eyes still on Wilson. A moment past and no one moved, then House slowly bent down and whispered something in Cameron’s ear. She looked stricken, the color drained from her face, and one hand flew to her mouth. House grinned and moved towards Wilson. They fell into step and headed for the elevator. House used his cane to punch the button and as they waited Wilson couldn’t help but ask, “What did you say to her?”
House raised both eyebrows in an innocent expression. “I told her to keep her hands off you and that now I’d probably get a spanking when we got home.” Wilson opened his mouth but no words came out. “Oh, come on,” House said, “You and Cuddy are always trying to discipline me.”
Wilson finally found his voice. “Maybe we can call her over when things get boring. She can get in some practice being a mom.” They got into the elevator and Wilson gave House a speculative look. “I know you’d be up for breastfeeding, but would you wear a diaper?” The door closed on House’s answer.