Disclaimer: I don't own House or anything to do with him, but I do own probably anything you don't recognize
Persuade Me
Chapter 1 - Meaningless
"I need to see the head of Oncology right away! Could you tell me where his office is?" a panting girl exclaimed skidding to a stop at the nurses' desk.
"Down your left hand hallway, it's a wooden door that'll be on your left. The name is James Wilson. Is everything all right?" she finished concerned.
"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Thank you." she sighed brushing the hair away from her face. "Bye!" she called as she walked away down the hall. Upon reaching the correct door the girl pressed her ear to it, 'Quiet, perfect!' she smirked. She opened the door and slipped inside.
"Gosh, this place just screams James! Plaques, diplomas, certificates, useless meaningful knick-knacks." she ran her hand along the edge of the desk as she walked to the chair behind the desk. The girl pushed the chair and it spun around. Childishly she smirked, and sat Indian style. Pushing against the desk she propelled herself, and the chair, around. She laughed hysterically, "Whee!"
"Getting dizzy?" The girl's right hand reached out and grabbed the desk to stop spinning,
'Damn, I was hoping I would end up facing the other way. Now who the hell can be in this room?' she inquired to herself turning the chair around. "James! God I've missed you!" the girl exclaimed grasping Wilson with all her might.
"I've missed you too, Wesley." Wilson whispered holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. Wesley smiled up at him as they separated. Wilson took his seat behind his desk and Wesley sat on it. "You've grown." Wilson stated watching her dangling feet.
"Ha ha, very funny! You and I both know I haven't grown since the sixth grade!" she mock glared at him.
"Yes yes. Now explain to me something," she nodded, "Why didn't you come home last year, after you graduated? Can you tell me what was more important than coming home that you just had to stay in Chicago?" he sounded slightly annoyed.
"The reason I didn't tell you was," she fidgeted and twisted her hands, "was that you wouldn't have believed me and made come home."
"Well, the only thing keeping me from personally getting you was that you sounded so happy. Now what was it?" he softened.
"I got a job in a company, a dance company. A professional one, Dance Escape! It's hip hop mostly."
"Wow! Really?!" he questioned shocked. A smile quickly grew on his face as he hugged her again.
"I'm home now because I just wanted to visit everyone."
"Wait how did you get here? A cab?"
"No, Austin and Chuck drove me over."
"You didn't have to bother then! I would have come and picked you up. How are those guys anyway?" he asked curious.
"They're good, same ol', same ol'. They drove me home because they were at the airport with me. The three of us made it into the company together." she smiled.
"That's fantastic! I always liked them."
"Yep, but now that I'm home I kind of need a job. So, if you know of anything--" The door handle shook as it was turned. Wesley leapt under the desk, "It's House, I know it is!" she answered before Wilson could ask. And sure enough,
"The answer's no." Wilson declared not even looking up. "Cuddy called 30 seconds after you left and said you'd try an end-around."
"Cuddy?" Wesley mouthed and continued to listen. The door closed, 'Wait, there's no cane sound, it can't be House. James said he had a cane, unless something fixed his leg;' she found herself confused.
"Me leg hurt." the supposed-to-be-man-named-House told Wilson scared.
"How bad?" Wilson asked concerned.
'Same old James, always caring about everyone. So this must be House after all, James never mentioned anyone else with an injured leg.'
"Enough that I'm telling you."
"Hard ass!" Wesley muttered. Wilson kicked her shin. "Ow!" she whispered.
"Did it go away?"
"Ached for a while. First time I felt anything there since the surgery." House sounded dejected.
'Poor him, but surgery? Then something must have fixed his leg, but by the sound of it, it's not working anymore.' Wesley worried.
"But it went away?" Wilson repeated.
"It was muscular," he sighed, "There was some cramping. What are you smiling about?"
'He knows, he knows it means bad news.'
"You're 40-something years old. You've been running God knows how many miles a day, fallen a hundred times off that skateboard, and you're shocked to have some soreness?"
'Valid point, but have a heart! Wait, did he just say skateboard?'
"Just give me a prescription." House demanded.
"For Vicodin?"
'Vicodin? That stuff stinks! It does nothing for me!'
"House, people get aching joints, cramps. They put on an ice pack. They take some ibuprofen."
"I know what the pains of middle age feel like."
"No, you don't because you've been stuffing Vicodin every five minutes since you turned middle aged."
'James sounds angry.' Wesley reached-out and grabbed Wilson's pant leg to tell him to calm down.
"The surgery didn't work."
"Don't play me." Wesley tugged harder.
"You think this is a scam?"
" I think you want me to feel sorry for you and either do the end-around on Cuddy or give you the drugs. Either way, you get the high you think you need." Wesley was shocked,
'James never mentioned anything about House being addicted to Vicodin, I mean, I knew about his crazy medical decisions.' she looked down.
"House your surgery worked. You're fine. It's just gonna take time for it to feel good." He left, without another word. Wesley peaked her head out.
"Well I think that could have been handled way better"
"What do you mean? And come out from under there."
"You didn't have to be so mean, you could have at least tried to help."
"Trust me, I've tried to help, numerous times. The best thing to do right now is to get him to understand life with pain not drowned out by Vicodin."
She sighed, "I guess I don't get it. In my opinion pain sucks, I don't like the concept of learning to live with it. And I don't believe his leg is alright. The Ketamine's wearing off." she stated remorsefully. Wilson looked down and ran his hands through his hair. "Anyway, Austin and Chuck are waiting for me in the car. Um… can I crash at your place? I still have to find an apartment." she smiled embarrassed.
Wilson laughed, "Yeah, sure, here's the address and an extra key."
"Thanks. Well, bye, Love you!" she kissed his cheek and left the hospital.
'I am so lost!' Wesley panicked finding herself wandering around Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital looking for Dr. House's office. "How did I ever manage to ask that nurse for directions yesterday? I never do that, and I remember why, I freak out! Much like I did when I came here. I hate shyness, curse it!" she muttered probably sounding insane, and she knew insane.
"Sweet! Found it! Uh, oh, people. Um… Uh…"
"Wesley?"
"James! Great!" she exclaimed grabbing him. "Who are they? And why are they in House's office?"
"They're his, lackeys, I guess you could call them. That's Allison Cameron, Erik Foreman, and Robert Chase." he explained pointing to each in turn. "Why do you care where House is?"
"Well, I sorta kinda wanted to meet House, I mean, after all, he is your best friend." she explained logically.
"Well he's just running late, as usual. It takes him longer to get here now that he runs to work instead of driving," he sighed, "Well, until he gets here you could talk to them. They're nice enough people. Well, nicer than House anyway." he advised and turned to leave. Wesley grabbed his arm yet again and gave him a look full of anxiety.
"You're still not over your fear of talking to people?" he asked disbelieving and she smiled adverting her eyes.
"Cameron, Chase, Foreman, I'd like you guys to meet someone." he pointed to Wesley standing beside him. "This is my --"
"This is Wilson's hot, young, new squeeze." House interrupted entering the room. All eyes fell upon Wesley.
'Wow, that would be awkward!' Wesley cringed in her mind.
"Actually House--"
"What are you 16? Wow, you're tiny!"
"Inconsiderate prick!"
"What was that? I'm sorry you're just so low to the ground it's hard to hear you." House remarked leaning over.
"House! She's my sister!"
"Really? Well that still doesn't rule out hot, young, new squeeze. I mean it's a little weird, but whatever floats your boat."
Wesley glared up at him, "You've reached a new low, congrats!"
"Oh no! Sarcasm from a 16 year old, I'm scared!"
"Ugh! I'm 25! Just 'cause I'm short doesn't mean I'm a child!"
"25? Wow, aren't you lucky. However I'm still not scared and "short" is an understatement." House retorted Wesley looked away ashamed,
"Well, I guess I'll see you guys around. You must have important doctor stuff to do. Dr. Foreman, Dr. Chase, Dr. Cameron, Dr. House, James. Good Bye." she calmly walked out.
"God, Wesley!" Wilson called out exiting as well. She was walking slowly, almost leisurely towards the staircase. "Wesley, look I'm sorry. House, he's an ass, I'm sorry. Are you crying?" he enveloped her in a hug. "I don't get it. Remarks about your height never made you cry, or even bothered you before, what's changed?"
"Nothing, nothing's changed. it's just that, when he insulted me it felt like I was meaningless to him and I hate it!" she cried into his shoulder confused.
A/N: Well tell me what cha think! . I'd be glad to hear, good or bad enws i suppose... 'Til next time! Bye Bye
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