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Fruitcake Chapter Two
Title: Fruitcake (Chapter Two)
Author: Mnstrtruckslash
Summary: Wilson hates the holiday season. He can’t control himself around all the treats. After a long time without binging, he runs into trouble when he finds himself with a dozen fruitcakes for gifts (his favorite food) and when Wilson suffers from an attack of compulsive overeating, he changes in a way that will shock everyone.
Rating: Like chapter one it is mostly PG, but there are a few PG-13 curse words throughout this chapter.
Warnings/Disclaimers: I don’t own Wilson or House and have absolutely no right to use these characters in any way shape or form. This is an alternate universe with a few supernatural/fantasy elements. It has hints at a close relationship between House and Wilson but not an actual romantic one. As I said before, it does talk about binging/ compulsive overeating and so it could be triggering to people with eating disorders but otherwise shouldn’t have any issue.
Prompt: For the White Elephant Exchange Game
Chapter One
House hadn’t seen Wilson all afternoon. While it wasn’t unusual for them to miss each other in the cafeteria, he knew Jimmy wouldn’t skip his clinic duty unless something was seriously wrong. So, Greg headed to his friend’s office. The door was locked.
“Wilson, I know you’re there,” he announced, knocking.
No reply.
“If I have to wade through the snow to get in from your balcony, I’m going to kick your ass!” Silence. “Oh come on… You know what cold weather does to my leg and there’s ice out there!” Still nothing. “Crap,” Greg mumbled to himself.
House knew his friend well enough to recognize when something was wrong. He raced outside, hopped the divider and barged into the younger man’s office. Wilson was sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper and empty fruitcake tins. James stared up at the intruder with big, sad eyes.
The words, I’m sorry were written all over his face, right next to the smears of fig and cherry bits. “Well you’re not going to get any work done like this,” House complained. “Let’s go home.” House bent down to rub his leg. Jimmy also had bits of fruitcake and drool all over his clothes. Wilson’s tie hung loosely around his neck, and his filthy shirt billowed around his now tiny body.
“Up!” the two-year-old version of James Wilson ordered. House obliged of course. How could he possibly say no to such an adorably pathetic request? Luckily, he had dealt with this situation before. Neither Greg nor James knew why Wilson’s body (and sometimes mind) would transform after binge eating. They just knew a binge could end with one of two possible transformations, and that he typically returned to “normal” within forty eight hours. As House reached down to pick the boy up, he also counted the empty containers. “Four—five—six—seven… Who eats seven fruitcakes? Seriously though, I don’t think I’ve eaten seven fruitcakes in my entire life!” he moaned.
“Was-a froo cake? I want sum. I hungry,” Jimmy announced cheerfully. The older man chuckled.
“I bet you are,” he murmured. Wilson stared at him in confusion. “It’s alright, Buddy. I’ll get you a very nice snack in a little bit. House was able to help the younger man change into a winter appropriate outfit before taking him out onto the balcony. Jimmy giggled as they climbed over the snowy ledge, reaching down to pick grab some powder.
“Pretty snow,” he announced, tossing the clump into the air. He even mashed a bit in Greg’s mouth. “Taste yummy.” House nodded, placing him on the ground. He allowed James to play outside for a short while before insisting they head home. The longer Wilson stayed at the hospital in this condition, the more likely they were to get caught.
“Do you remember how to play hide and seek?” Greg asked, pointing towards his backpack. Little Jimmy nodded excitedly and toddled over to the open bag.
“I’m a good hider. Nobody ever find-ed me before!” Jimmy climbed inside, giggling and squirming as House carried the bag down the hall and out to the parking lot. He helped the little guy into the car and then they went to his apartment, where Greg raced after the kid all night long.
He had seen Wilson transform into a toddler almost a dozen times over the last few years. Baby Jimmy had grown so used to House, even becoming attached to the older man—like Greg was his cool uncle. Then again…House wasn’t really a parent, and as such, he didn’t see anything wrong with giving Jimmy ice cream for dinner (in reasonable portions of course) and letting him watch TV all night. What kid wouldn’t love spending time with him?
House sat up all night, thinking of ways to help Wilson deal with his addiction to food—the irony was not lost of Greg but at least he didn’t morph into another person every time he popped a pill—and ranking the versions of Wilson from least to most annoying: normal Jimmy, baby Jimmy, or the other binge outcome…
Author: Mnstrtruckslash
Summary: Wilson hates the holiday season. He can’t control himself around all the treats. After a long time without binging, he runs into trouble when he finds himself with a dozen fruitcakes for gifts (his favorite food) and when Wilson suffers from an attack of compulsive overeating, he changes in a way that will shock everyone.
Rating: Like chapter one it is mostly PG, but there are a few PG-13 curse words throughout this chapter.
Warnings/Disclaimers: I don’t own Wilson or House and have absolutely no right to use these characters in any way shape or form. This is an alternate universe with a few supernatural/fantasy elements. It has hints at a close relationship between House and Wilson but not an actual romantic one. As I said before, it does talk about binging/ compulsive overeating and so it could be triggering to people with eating disorders but otherwise shouldn’t have any issue.
Prompt: For the White Elephant Exchange Game
Chapter One
House hadn’t seen Wilson all afternoon. While it wasn’t unusual for them to miss each other in the cafeteria, he knew Jimmy wouldn’t skip his clinic duty unless something was seriously wrong. So, Greg headed to his friend’s office. The door was locked.
“Wilson, I know you’re there,” he announced, knocking.
No reply.
“If I have to wade through the snow to get in from your balcony, I’m going to kick your ass!” Silence. “Oh come on… You know what cold weather does to my leg and there’s ice out there!” Still nothing. “Crap,” Greg mumbled to himself.
House knew his friend well enough to recognize when something was wrong. He raced outside, hopped the divider and barged into the younger man’s office. Wilson was sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper and empty fruitcake tins. James stared up at the intruder with big, sad eyes.
The words, I’m sorry were written all over his face, right next to the smears of fig and cherry bits. “Well you’re not going to get any work done like this,” House complained. “Let’s go home.” House bent down to rub his leg. Jimmy also had bits of fruitcake and drool all over his clothes. Wilson’s tie hung loosely around his neck, and his filthy shirt billowed around his now tiny body.
“Up!” the two-year-old version of James Wilson ordered. House obliged of course. How could he possibly say no to such an adorably pathetic request? Luckily, he had dealt with this situation before. Neither Greg nor James knew why Wilson’s body (and sometimes mind) would transform after binge eating. They just knew a binge could end with one of two possible transformations, and that he typically returned to “normal” within forty eight hours. As House reached down to pick the boy up, he also counted the empty containers. “Four—five—six—seven… Who eats seven fruitcakes? Seriously though, I don’t think I’ve eaten seven fruitcakes in my entire life!” he moaned.
“Was-a froo cake? I want sum. I hungry,” Jimmy announced cheerfully. The older man chuckled.
“I bet you are,” he murmured. Wilson stared at him in confusion. “It’s alright, Buddy. I’ll get you a very nice snack in a little bit. House was able to help the younger man change into a winter appropriate outfit before taking him out onto the balcony. Jimmy giggled as they climbed over the snowy ledge, reaching down to pick grab some powder.
“Pretty snow,” he announced, tossing the clump into the air. He even mashed a bit in Greg’s mouth. “Taste yummy.” House nodded, placing him on the ground. He allowed James to play outside for a short while before insisting they head home. The longer Wilson stayed at the hospital in this condition, the more likely they were to get caught.
“Do you remember how to play hide and seek?” Greg asked, pointing towards his backpack. Little Jimmy nodded excitedly and toddled over to the open bag.
“I’m a good hider. Nobody ever find-ed me before!” Jimmy climbed inside, giggling and squirming as House carried the bag down the hall and out to the parking lot. He helped the little guy into the car and then they went to his apartment, where Greg raced after the kid all night long.
He had seen Wilson transform into a toddler almost a dozen times over the last few years. Baby Jimmy had grown so used to House, even becoming attached to the older man—like Greg was his cool uncle. Then again…House wasn’t really a parent, and as such, he didn’t see anything wrong with giving Jimmy ice cream for dinner (in reasonable portions of course) and letting him watch TV all night. What kid wouldn’t love spending time with him?
House sat up all night, thinking of ways to help Wilson deal with his addiction to food—the irony was not lost of Greg but at least he didn’t morph into another person every time he popped a pill—and ranking the versions of Wilson from least to most annoying: normal Jimmy, baby Jimmy, or the other binge outcome…