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Title: Addicted
Summary: House helps Wilson deal with an unusual (but nonetheless dangerous) addiction.
Warnings: I’m sort of taking addiction lightly, which might bother some people, even though I understand full well how serious it can be, even in this form. Some ooc behavior, and a slash relationship/ very close friendship between House and Wilson.
Rating: PG just to be safe but it’s not like it’s full of street drugs, drinking, cussing, and violence or anything.
“It’s no big deal,” Wilson whined, when I found the secret baggie stashed under his pillow. “I mean sure this looks bad but there are kids everywhere. Someone could have taken that if I let it sitting out.”
“Wilson, if there’s one thing a junkie can recognize, it’s a fellow addict. You can’t go three days without a fix. We’re on a weekend retreat with your cancer kids and you brought this? I’d hardly call it a part-time hobby.” I started searching through the cabin. “I bet you’ve got a backup stash, and a super-secret back up stash. If you show me where you hid everything, and hand it over, I’ll wean you off the junk, but if I have to tear the bunk apart looking, you’re going cold turkey.” Jimmy sighed rubbing the back of his neck.
“But tonight’s the big bonfire! I’ll need it! I can’t get through the bonfire without my stuff….Oh god,” he whispered. I placed the bag in my pants pocket and hugged him. “The top comes off of the left front bed post and the whole post is hollow. There’s a bag in there, another one in my shaving kit, and one in my backpack.” He pouted but helped me collect the junk. “I’d hardly call myself an addict though. I mean sure I overindulge sometimes but it’s not like this is something serious or dangerous.”
“You’re “overindulging” on a daily basis, and have lost all sense of moderation. Just look at yourself. The junk is wreaking havoc on your body. It could take years to undo the damage you’ve caused.” Wilson scoffed. “Is this really the last of your stash?” I asked, staring deeply into his eyes. He nodded sadly. “Then, we can do this slowly and controlled. You won’t have to go through withdrawal. How many times a day are you using?”
“I usually have nine a day. Plus, I put some—stuff in my coffee.”
“Good god man,” I shouted, unable to control my outburst. Wilson flinched. “Sorry, but you have to realize how bad that is after hearing it out loud. I mean…you’re lucky you’re not in a coma.”
“Well, when I first started I only needed one or two to between meals but then it…wasn’t enough. I keep needing more and more and more.” He began to sob, clinging onto me like a child. “You will let me have some tonight, won’t you? It’s not a bonfire without s’mores.”
“You can have a single s’more at the campfire, just like the kids. It wouldn’t be fair if they only had one but saw you gorging yourself on six or seven.” Jimmy nodded sadly. “That’s about an hour from now. Can you wait or do you need half a chocolate bar to tide you over?”
“I can wait,” he swore. “And House—I know this seems silly to you but it’s…I really do have a problem. I need your help. Thank you or giving it to me.”
“Addiction is an ugly beast, even in the form of sugar dependence. You are my best friend, Wilson and you have always been there or me when I had problems. I owe you…a lot, but since I’m going to nurse you through sugar withdrawal and I’ll need to move back into the lot to monitor your diet or a while, I think this will make us even.”
“You don’t have to stay at the loft,” he replied nervously. “I’ll be fine on my own. “
“Your place is a real life version of Candyland. I have to at least go with you to get rid of all the sugar and sugary junk food items. I also have to stay until the weaning finishes, which—since we have to take you down from nine chocolate bars and coffee with six sugar packets in it a day—will take a couple weeks,. Plus—like when I got out of Mayfield—your first month or so of clean living will be rough without someone around to talk to, someone to watch out for you, to help with the shopping and…well everything. Trust me, you’re going to be grateful for the company.” Jimmy stared at me, looking doubtful. “I know I was,” I confessed. This got a big smile from my friend.
“I think…to be honest, I have kind of missed having you around. And it means a lot, you saying all that.” I nodded, and let him hug me again.
“You know what, House? I think…maybe I am a little bit grateful to have you find out about this. I mean, look how cubby I’ve gotten. I look like Winnie the Pooh.”
“Maybe so, but Winnie the Pooh is downright adorable,” I exclaimed, taking Jimmy into my arms and squeezing him tightly. “And so are you.” Wilson licked his lips and slipped his hands into my back pockets. “I dumped your stash. There’s no more candy in my pants, Jimmy. You might as well move on if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“That’s not what I’m looking for, and I think you’ve got plenty in there to keep me occupied, and to take my mind off the sugar,” he exclaimed kissing me deeply. “That is, if you really do think I’m adorable and weren’t lying to make me feel better about myself.”
“I would never do that,” I swear, grabbing his hands and pushing him down onto my bed. Jimmy grinned and yanked my t-shirt up over my head, as I reached down and unbuckle his pants.
Summary: House helps Wilson deal with an unusual (but nonetheless dangerous) addiction.
Warnings: I’m sort of taking addiction lightly, which might bother some people, even though I understand full well how serious it can be, even in this form. Some ooc behavior, and a slash relationship/ very close friendship between House and Wilson.
Rating: PG just to be safe but it’s not like it’s full of street drugs, drinking, cussing, and violence or anything.
“It’s no big deal,” Wilson whined, when I found the secret baggie stashed under his pillow. “I mean sure this looks bad but there are kids everywhere. Someone could have taken that if I let it sitting out.”
“Wilson, if there’s one thing a junkie can recognize, it’s a fellow addict. You can’t go three days without a fix. We’re on a weekend retreat with your cancer kids and you brought this? I’d hardly call it a part-time hobby.” I started searching through the cabin. “I bet you’ve got a backup stash, and a super-secret back up stash. If you show me where you hid everything, and hand it over, I’ll wean you off the junk, but if I have to tear the bunk apart looking, you’re going cold turkey.” Jimmy sighed rubbing the back of his neck.
“But tonight’s the big bonfire! I’ll need it! I can’t get through the bonfire without my stuff….Oh god,” he whispered. I placed the bag in my pants pocket and hugged him. “The top comes off of the left front bed post and the whole post is hollow. There’s a bag in there, another one in my shaving kit, and one in my backpack.” He pouted but helped me collect the junk. “I’d hardly call myself an addict though. I mean sure I overindulge sometimes but it’s not like this is something serious or dangerous.”
“You’re “overindulging” on a daily basis, and have lost all sense of moderation. Just look at yourself. The junk is wreaking havoc on your body. It could take years to undo the damage you’ve caused.” Wilson scoffed. “Is this really the last of your stash?” I asked, staring deeply into his eyes. He nodded sadly. “Then, we can do this slowly and controlled. You won’t have to go through withdrawal. How many times a day are you using?”
“I usually have nine a day. Plus, I put some—stuff in my coffee.”
“Good god man,” I shouted, unable to control my outburst. Wilson flinched. “Sorry, but you have to realize how bad that is after hearing it out loud. I mean…you’re lucky you’re not in a coma.”
“Well, when I first started I only needed one or two to between meals but then it…wasn’t enough. I keep needing more and more and more.” He began to sob, clinging onto me like a child. “You will let me have some tonight, won’t you? It’s not a bonfire without s’mores.”
“You can have a single s’more at the campfire, just like the kids. It wouldn’t be fair if they only had one but saw you gorging yourself on six or seven.” Jimmy nodded sadly. “That’s about an hour from now. Can you wait or do you need half a chocolate bar to tide you over?”
“I can wait,” he swore. “And House—I know this seems silly to you but it’s…I really do have a problem. I need your help. Thank you or giving it to me.”
“Addiction is an ugly beast, even in the form of sugar dependence. You are my best friend, Wilson and you have always been there or me when I had problems. I owe you…a lot, but since I’m going to nurse you through sugar withdrawal and I’ll need to move back into the lot to monitor your diet or a while, I think this will make us even.”
“You don’t have to stay at the loft,” he replied nervously. “I’ll be fine on my own. “
“Your place is a real life version of Candyland. I have to at least go with you to get rid of all the sugar and sugary junk food items. I also have to stay until the weaning finishes, which—since we have to take you down from nine chocolate bars and coffee with six sugar packets in it a day—will take a couple weeks,. Plus—like when I got out of Mayfield—your first month or so of clean living will be rough without someone around to talk to, someone to watch out for you, to help with the shopping and…well everything. Trust me, you’re going to be grateful for the company.” Jimmy stared at me, looking doubtful. “I know I was,” I confessed. This got a big smile from my friend.
“I think…to be honest, I have kind of missed having you around. And it means a lot, you saying all that.” I nodded, and let him hug me again.
“You know what, House? I think…maybe I am a little bit grateful to have you find out about this. I mean, look how cubby I’ve gotten. I look like Winnie the Pooh.”
“Maybe so, but Winnie the Pooh is downright adorable,” I exclaimed, taking Jimmy into my arms and squeezing him tightly. “And so are you.” Wilson licked his lips and slipped his hands into my back pockets. “I dumped your stash. There’s no more candy in my pants, Jimmy. You might as well move on if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“That’s not what I’m looking for, and I think you’ve got plenty in there to keep me occupied, and to take my mind off the sugar,” he exclaimed kissing me deeply. “That is, if you really do think I’m adorable and weren’t lying to make me feel better about myself.”
“I would never do that,” I swear, grabbing his hands and pushing him down onto my bed. Jimmy grinned and yanked my t-shirt up over my head, as I reached down and unbuckle his pants.