TITLE: Everglow
GENRE: Drama
CHARACTERS: House, Wilson
PAIRING: Gen, House/Wilson friendship
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: None
WORDS: 250
SUMMARY: He knows that he's with him, in a way that won't show, 'cause the light he had left him, will everglow. (Post-series)

It had been a little over three years. That's one thousand one hundred and seven days or at least eight hundred fifty whiskeys drowned in desperation. Though, sometimes he had two in one night, so probably more.

The things Wilson had left behind were the sappy teddy bear from his office, a voice message from long ago, and the emptiness inside of him. The rest were memories that he either wanted to hold onto or get rid of entirely. Depended on the day.

Sometimes he could smell the pine trees from back when they rode their motorcycles through the forests of Virginia in utter freedom, restrained only by the thoughts of the future. And then the same smell reminded him of the wreaths laid out on the grave he only visited once.

The cancer really was the most boring thing about Wilson. So predictable. They had still laughed about this just two days before it had been over. Now he liked to think about the more interesting things. Like whenever he got mad or failed to be the moral instance everybody believed he was.

In the end thinking about him always brought him to the same place—which was here, miles and miles away from anything that resembled his old life, beaten in a way, but with just enough to go on. A light he had left him with—the one that everglows.

He played the voice message one more time, pressing the phone to the side of his face, the sweet familiar spot.

"House, stop calling me over nothing, you idiot."

He smiled. He'll call him again.

THE END