Housefic: Remembers to Breathe
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Title: Remembers to Breathe
Author: debbiel
Characters: House, Wilson
Word Count: 4345
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Post "Wilson's Heart." Between seasons.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: House is crazy if he thinks Wilson doesn't know he's being followed.
Author Notes: This story is a sequel to my first House story, "Shadowing." Feedback is very much appreciated.
Wilson knows House is following him.
How could he not know? This is House. It’s part of his nature. His insatiable curiosity gets the best of him each and every time, and House cannot – will not – let go. Most would find it disturbing. After all, House has been spending most of his waking hours tailing him in some rented Cutlass that could have belonged to either one of their mothers, but Wilson can’t find the energy to care.
His world is flat. If he heads too far in any given direction, he will fall off the edge, and Wilson knows this is not just a metaphorical hazard. Freefalls aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
God, he misses Amber.
The rest of the story can be read at http://debbiel66.livejournal.com/
Author: debbiel
Characters: House, Wilson
Word Count: 4345
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Post "Wilson's Heart." Between seasons.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: House is crazy if he thinks Wilson doesn't know he's being followed.
Author Notes: This story is a sequel to my first House story, "Shadowing." Feedback is very much appreciated.
Wilson knows House is following him.
How could he not know? This is House. It’s part of his nature. His insatiable curiosity gets the best of him each and every time, and House cannot – will not – let go. Most would find it disturbing. After all, House has been spending most of his waking hours tailing him in some rented Cutlass that could have belonged to either one of their mothers, but Wilson can’t find the energy to care.
His world is flat. If he heads too far in any given direction, he will fall off the edge, and Wilson knows this is not just a metaphorical hazard. Freefalls aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
God, he misses Amber.
The rest of the story can be read at http://debbiel66.livejournal.com/