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moving out of the state
01 August 2010 @ 11:46 pm
 1. Wilson goes looking for bridges, and House panics. Done.
2. Wilson's iron will is slipping, and he copes by smoking in the living room. Naked. (WTF?)
3. House flips a coin, blood spatters the carpet, and somehow, it's Foreman's fault. 
4. "You know that I love you boy, hot like Mexico..."
5. Someone tells Wilson that House loves cinnamon. Wilson is quite surprised since he didn't know.
6. Wilson researches several ways of painful death, and House's first reaction is that Wilson would probably succeed in offing him..
7. Glasses make for excellent ammunition and friends are misplaced.
8. House apologizes while Wilson doesn't listen - he's doing something else instead. Like READING A BOOK.
9. The boys ditch the girls and go out with other boys.
10. Remember those boys from the prompt above? They team up and kidnap Wilson. (Might not do this one, but if I do, there's gonna be blood.)

Those are all plot bunnies people gave me, and of course I forgot about them. If anyone else wants to fill a prompt or two, I wouldn't mind :)
moving out of the state
31 July 2010 @ 07:27 pm
It's nearly midnight when internet searches finally turn up some articles about the more unknown bridges around the New Jersey area. Directions to all of them are quickly printed out, and he stacks them neatly on the desk next to him. Another search - this time on Wikipedia - tells him all he needs to know about the locations. One particulary foreign sounding place stands out from the rest, and Wilson smiles serenely. That's it.

When House arrives at the office a few hours later, he finds his computer still running and various browser tabs openend on the screen, and he panics.
feeling: boredbored
moving out of the state
14 September 2009 @ 12:01 pm
"Stay close," he whispers.
"And watch out for the steps."

Under my feet, gravel scrunches. Fresh air tickles what isn't hidden by my coat, and I wrap the scarf tighter around me, tighter around my neck. It's cold. November. Night. Easy to get lost in the fog that's clouding most of the river bank. Too easy.

Easy to die.

His steps slow down. He senses my repulsion.

"House? You coming?"


As soon as I'm close enough to touch, he reaches out and catches my arm. We walk the rest of the way in silence, him still holding onto me.
moving out of the state
04 July 2009 @ 05:16 pm
*takes a deep breath*
Yes, I knowI'mnotsupposedtowriteconfuzingstufflikethatbutmumtoldmeto.
I don't even know where this came from, but here... 158 words mini-ficlet focused on James Wilson. It's crappy, and AU, if you speak that.

Men like him don't walk home at night alone. They drive; at a slow, cautious speed that's guaranteed to catch someone's attention. It doesn't matter who knocks on the car's window at the next red light. Brightly painted lips, make-believe-smiles - they're all the same. If he doesn't ask for a name, that's because he'll have forgotten it long before the sun comes up again. He sneaks out just after the break of dawn, never leaving anything behind but a soft, gentle blanket of oblivion. His fake telephone number completes the illusion of perfection, which he doesn't aim for, but silently takes in stride. He likes to please people. It's as simple as that.

Meeting Greg changed nothing, yet everything. He still checks out the girls at the corners, but while he talks to them, he doesn't take them home. He never intended to before, but he did - and now there's no need. Greg waits for him.

moving out of the state
17 June 2009 @ 03:04 pm
Happy birthday. Since you said no more cake, here's a picture and a dialogue-only for you.
<3 <3 <3

"What are you doing?"
"Covering your ass."
"My ass doesn't need covering."
"Well, I agree with that."
"Come on. Down with 'em. Stop making a fuss."
"House, I'm not - give me my pants back!"
"House, stop it!"
"I'm leaving."
"Why, Jimmy. What a naughty boy. Everyone's gonna look at you, you realize that?"
"Then give."
"What do I have to do to get them back?"
"Get down on your knees."
"Seriously? That's... very creative, House."
"Alright, alright, I'm doing it."
"Not like this, you moron. On your hands. And turn around."
"Huh? House, what are you - ow! That hurt!"
"And it's gonna hurt even more if you don't shut up."
"I'm not letting you spank me!"
"Of course you will."
"Why should I? I... I was good. Better than you all day."
"So, were you? I heard something else."
"Ow! Stop! Please, I - "
"You don't even know what you forgot."
"Stand up."
"Oh, for the love of... come on, up. I need to show you something."
"This. It's her birthday today. Now blow me."


moving out of the state
16 June 2009 @ 09:54 am
Hope you like them.

moving out of the state
14 June 2009 @ 09:45 pm
Monday morning, he wakes up confused. The bed sheets next to him are rumpled and not, like usually, untouched and smooth. He straightens them with a frown and a sigh, then gets ready for work. It's not until he opens the fridge to get milk for his coffee that he realizes something else is off. Way off, actually.

Two glasses decorate the sink. Both dirty and used. He briefly wonders why he drank so much wine last night, and why the hell he's not as hung over as he should be, but both questions are forgotten when the phone rings.

Tuesday afternoon, Wilson orders a Christmas tree. He does think it looks nice, but the delivery guy casts a curious glance at him when it arrives.

Wilson self-consciously rightens his hair and smiles at the man.

On Wednesday, he gets a message from Cuddy.
"House-My Office-NOW", which is just a pathetic excuse to lure him into even more Clinic hours. He knows, because House is right behind him, trying to read the text on the small screen over his shoulder.

"She's right. You should go."

But Wilson grins, pulls House to him and kisses his lips soundly. When he backs away, his eyes glitter feverishly.

"No more talking.

Thursday, Wilson forgets to lock his apartment door and calls House during his lunch break. He choses to ignore the curious looks Chase and Foreman are giving him when they pass him at the elevators. House promises to look after the door without deleting any of his recorded shows, and Wilson is as happy as a guy in the middle of June can be.

Friday night, he feels like going out. He's angry when House doesn't show up at the restaurant at eight despite his calls, but curiousity gets the better of him. He canceles their table and drives home, only to find House's car gone. Another bottle gets smashed, and yet Wilson doesn't feel any better. House isn't at the hospital.

Saturday starts much too slowly for his liking. He oversleeps and has to leave in a hurry without giving his hair as much as a two-second-glance, his coffee ended up cold, and he cut his foot on some pieces of broken glass. Cuddy offers him a hesitant smile when he knocks on her office door later that day.

On Sunday, Wilson is ready.
And House is still dead.
moving out of the state
04 June 2009 @ 08:28 pm
"Not trying to annoy you," he announces when he walks right into your bedroom in the morning. You mumble something, maybe "Didn't hear you knocking," but your pillow muffles most of it and House is busy settling down anyway. You feel the mattress dip down on your left side, slowly, as if someone's not sure if it's a good idea to climb into bed with you or not.
When he reaches for you, you roll over and rest your head on his chest. His heart beats beneath you. It's comforting, this knowledge, and your smirk gets lost in the pillow, too.
moving out of the state
04 June 2009 @ 08:17 pm
Water swirls around his hands. It's cold, much colder than he thought it would be. Yet he's there and wonders if somehow this could be a joke. People will eventually realize that there's more to him than what they see, he thinks. Or wants to think, because no matter how hard he tries, he will always be what they see in him.
House doesn't think so, he knows.

The water gets warmer with each passing second.

He could probably do this now, and they wouldn't be any wiser. He could. But he doesn't.
He takes his hands out of the water.
moving out of the state
21 April 2009 @ 01:05 pm
Flushed bright red, lips open
And gasping with long, soft fingers
Gripping and pulling and then
There's bright white light behind closed
Eyelids and no sound at all.

Wilson's love consumes.