I do not own House or any part of the show or characters storyline, etc. The show has been on a little break so I had to write something of my own to keep myself entertained. As the show comes on I am sure that this will become AU, but it's the direction I would have liked it to go in. I know it wouldn't but one can dream. I wanted to get this out before the show started again. I apologize for any errors. Here is my little attempt to keep myself entertained while waiting for the new episodes...I hope you enjoy it and that you will review it.
Wilson was upset. He sat on his couch and wondered how the evening could have gone so wrong. He had proposed to Sam. Everything had seemed so perfect, but then disaster had struck. That was not the reaction that he was expecting. He was stunned. But then he returned from the wedding to find Sam packing. He couldn't believe that he had been so wrong about everything. House had been right yet again regarding his love life. At some point he figured he should actually start listening to his best friend and maybe he wouldn't end up in this position so often. At least this time it was before the wedding.
He didn't want to stay in the loft. He was lonely and hurt. He just wanted to get drunk and forget that this evening had even happened. He wanted to get out. There were too many memories here. He didn't know where he should go. Then he remembered House was probably alone anyway since he was pretty sure that he was still fighting with Cuddy. He figured he would go there. They could mindlessly watch TV and get drunk. Just like the good old days he thought as a smile spread on his face. He was actually happy. His life was in shambles, but the thought of a night with his best friend like it used to be was enough for right now. He started to get ready. He cleaned up the house and finished the dishes. He went to the fridge and took the milk off the door and put it back in the fridge happy that he would not have to do that again.
He boxed up what was left of Sam's stuff and went to put it in the extra bedroom. He got to the door and he stopped. That was House's room. He didn't want her stuff to be in there anymore. It just didn't seem right. He could still picture House on the bed and he could still picture him sneaking down to use his bathroom that had the tub so that he could soak his leg. That was it. He turned around and put the box in the hall closet so that it would be ready to ship to her when she asked for it. As far as he was concerned he was done with her and although he still thought that he loved her, he knew it was over for good.
He looked around the apartment. It now looked pretty much how it did when House and he shared it, with the exception of a few decorating changes that Sam had made. Wilson wasn't that fussy. He thought that they were fine. He thought that maybe when House came back, he'd want to change them, but for now he figured they were fine. He wasn't really into decorating anyway. The whole decorating challenge from Houses had demonstrated that pretty well.
He stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe he just thought that. Without a second thought, he already had House moved back in and they were back to their old routine. Then reality hit him. House was with Cuddy now. He wouldn't be moving back in. House was in a relationship. It was strange. It hadn't been this way for so long. Not since Stacy and that was before the infarction. Everything had changed since then. Everything had been different. Well Cuddy and House were fighting anyway, so who knew. Maybe this wasn't a forever thing. He hoped deep down that it would last. He hoped his friend would find happiness, but that little selfish part of him wanted his best friend back. He wanted him for himself. He didn't want to share him. He wanted things the way they were. With that he thought about the evening ahead, smiled again and shut the door.
He drove over to House's apartment and knocked on the door. He walked in and said simply "Sam left me." The conversation deteriorated from there. Next thing he knew he was out in the hall behind a closed door and was stunned for the second time in one night. He wondered what the hell just happened. He went to House's apartment just like he had done many times before except this time Cuddy was coming over. Apparently they had made up. House had managed to fix his relationship using the advice that he had given him. Now House was going to have makeup sex. He had ruined his own relationship and was going to be alone. House was going to be in a relationship with a woman and he was going to be alone. House had never let a woman come between their relationship before. Not even Stacy back when they were living together. Now Cuddy though. Damn. What had happened to his life. How had he messed it up so bad that the one person that had always been there for him no matter what was even turning his back on him.
He knew that House knew he was upset. He knew that House knew that he wanted to get drunk and forget what had happened, but he chose her. House had chosen Cuddy over him. He had not expected that. How could he do that to him. He decided to go to the bar. He was determined to get drunk with or without House. This night kept getting worse and he was determined to just forget it.
He drove for a few blocks and turned into the first bar that he saw. He recognized it vaguely from picking House up here after he had mixed a few too many beers with his Vicodin back in the day. He wondered who would pick him up if he had too much to drink. He figured he'd have to call a cab. He didn't think that House would appreciate having to stop his evening with Cuddy to drag his sorry ass home. So he decided to have just enough so that he could feel good, but not too much that he couldn't sober up and drive home. He sat at the bar and ordered his first beer. The bar is relatively empty as it is a pretty rainy, foggy night out. Not ideal weather for having to drive home after a few drinks he thought. He again cautioned himself that he wasn't going to get completely wasted. He started drinking his beer and got lost in his thoughts. He was interrupted by the bartender asking him if he wanted another. He stopped and looked at the bottle slightly bewildered that he had already finished it. Sure he told the bar tender. The bar tender started conversation with him telling him that he looked familiar, but that he doesn't recognize him as one of the regulars. He asked Wilson where he works. Wilson tried to be friendly and was happy that someone was talking to him so he told him that he was a doctor at PPTH. The bartender said he hadn't been there as a patient or even as a visitor in over 10 years so it wasn't from there. Wilson didn't want to stop talking and wanted to please the bartender so he started to explain that while he didn't necessarily frequent this bar he had picked up his friend here when he had been in no condition to drive many times over the years.
The bartender replied "We get a lot of that. Your friend is lucky to have a good friend like you who would come and get him. Usually we just end up calling a cab or the poor suckers walk home."
Wilson finished another beer and the bartender silently replaced it. Wilson started with "Well he certainly doesn't act like he is very lucky or even happy that I am his friend. He can be pretty awful sometimes."
"Well, why are you still his friend"
"We've been through so much together. I've been divorced a few times well actually 3 times and he was always there for me after each breakup. He was always there. Well always... until tonight." Wilson confessed.
"You got divorced tonight?" the bartender asked.
"NO, but I proposed to my girlfriend who also happens to be my first ex. She then proceeded to walk out on me. I went to his place and he was too busy trying to patch things up with his girlfriend that he basically threw me out. I didn't know where else to go. He's really the only one who has always stuck by me."
"You said that he was trying to patch things up? Is he really serious about his girlfriend? I hope so if he was willing to bail on his best friend."
"Well it's all a little tricky. My friend is also a doctor and his girlfriend is our boss. We have all been friends for a while, but just recently they started dating. I was thrilled for him that he was happy. He hasn't really had a real relationship in many years. You see he had an accident that left him with a permanent disability and he is very self-conscious of it. He's in constant pain and has to use a cane. That's part of why he's always such an ass. If he doesn't let people get close, he can't get hurt when they leave. But with us it was different. He knows that I am there for him no matter how rotten he treats me. I am the one constant in his life. Well until he got into this relationship. Now I don't really know where I fit in anymore. I guess I can't fault him for choosing her over me, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't still suck." Wilson had finished another couple of beers during the story. He was getting freer with the information now.
The bartender was now trying to place his friend as he was pretty sure that he remembered a fellow that fit this description. "Wait... I think I know your friend. He hasn't been in a while, but I remember a real ornery fellow who would come here. He had a cane, he was a tall thin guy. He was a doctor too. He was always telling people that. He usually drank alone. He was always popping pills too. It made me nervous. I thought for sure he would od right here in the bar. I took his keys on many occasions. So you must have been the one that would pick him up at all hours of the night. You really are a good friend. He's stupid to not respect that."
"So you know House. Sorry if he did anything to offend you."
"Man you don't have to apologize for him. I see a lot of things here. I don't take too much of it personally. Anyway, I do remember him. I had to stop a fight in here one night where he was about to get pounded for mouthing off to someone. As much as I thought that he deserved it, I didn't figure it would be a fair fight with him being disabled and all."
"Yep, that sounds like House. Anyway, he wasn't always like that, but like I said, he's in constant pain. You haven't seen him in a while because he did a stint in rehab to kick the pills. He's better now, but still has the pain and is still an ass most of the time, but has been pretending to be better now that he is dating the boss."
"So why do you need a friend like that anyway. Seems like a lot of baggage. Don't take this the wrong way, but I kink of thought that you would do ok with the ladies. "
"Well yes, but I can't seem to make the relationships work. I always end up getting divorced. I thought I had the real thing again, but I was wrong. House knew it too. He told me when we first got back together that she was bad news and hadn't really changed, but I didn't listen to him. I guess I was just trying to get over my last girlfriend who died in a bus crash. She had been on the bus with House after she had picked him up because he was at a bar drunk and I was at work. "
"Wow this guy is some piece of work. He should be worshiping the ground you walk on, not blowing you off."
Wilson who was usually House's biggest defender was starting to agree with the guy. He couldn't count on House to be there for him. He never could. Not really. The bartender noticed that Wilson was starting to slur his words and when he got up to use the bathroom, that his gait was not great. He was past driving home. He grabbed Wilson's keys from the bar.
Wilson returned and decided it was time for him to go home as he was getting pretty tired and he didn't want to have to fall asleep behind the wheel. He went to get back on the bar stool, but missed and crashed into the other stools. He managed to get himself righted.
"Maybe now would be a good time to test that relationship and call in a favor. Call your friend and ask him to come and drag your drunk ass home as you are probably not in the right state to be driving anymore."
I can't. I am sure that he wouldn't even answer the phone.
Well it's him or a cab. Let me know what you decide and I hope things start to look up for you. You seem like a pretty nice guy.
He decides to call House. He grabbed the phone from the bartender and dialed. It rang and rang and then went to voicemail. Great...he thought. He sat there for a minute and then realized that maybe House didn't answer because he didn't recognize the number so he pulled out his cell phone and called again. Straight to voicemail this time. Great he must have shut his phone off. He looked in his wallet and realized he wouldn't have enough money for a cab, so he decided to swallow his pride and call Cuddy's phone. He knew she was with him. Hers went to voicemail too, but it rang first so he knew that hers was at least on probably so the sitter could reach her if she needed. He left a short message. This is Wilson, Please have House call me, I need to talk to him. Sorry for the interruption. He decided to try House again. This time he left a message. House, I'm drunk. I don't have enough money for a cab. I need you to pick me up. I'm at the bar near your house, the one that I picked you up from a bunch of times before you went to Mayfield. My car is parked right in the front. I'll wait for you outside. Thanks.
Wilson took the money from his wallet and paid his tab. He said goodnight to the bartender after telling him that he had gotten a ride. He was too embarrassed to tell the bartender that House wasn't coming and that he didn't have money for a cab. He sat down and waited out of eyesight of the bar for House or Cuddy to call back..
Time passed and he thought he had sobered up a little. The bar was closing soon and he decided he should head home. He thought that he could walk to the nearest ATM and get some cash and then he could call a cab and get home. He remembered seeing a bank on the last corner. He checked to make sure that he had his phone and set off. He wasn't thinking clearly and it was still pretty foggy so he went slowly thankful for the sidewalks so that he didn't have to walk along the street. He was lost in his thoughts when he thought he saw the lights from the bank sign on the other side of the street. He stepped off the curb to cross the street and then he heard yelling and then nothing.
He woke up to the most severe pain he had ever felt. He was on the ground. Well how the hell did that happen he wondered. He went to push up to stand and realized that he couldn't move. Damn. now what. He tried to look around, but couldn't move his neck without immediate pain searing through his body. He tried to calm himself down. He felt around with his right hand and felt what he figured was grass. Ok, well at least he wasn't in the street. That had to be good for something. Now he thought of his phone. His right hand was not working right and he couldn't seem to move his left. He painfully reached for it and used voice dialing to call House. The phone rang. Voicemail. Great. He remembered Cuddy's phone was on and decided to call her. He was going to be mortified to explain this to her, but he felt that the situation was pretty dire. He hoped he could get House on the phone. Nope. It rang and rang and went to voicemail. He hung up and tried again. This time he heard a familiar voice.
"Christ Wilson, can't we spend one night apart without you stalking me? This had better be..."
Wilson mustered up all the strength that he could to make his voice understandable, but it still didn't sound right to him. "Greg...I'm hurt"
"Yes, I know. Sam left you and you are obviously drunk, but I am not leaving my nice warm bed to come and get you."
Beep ... Beep ...Wilson heard the beeping which meant that the battery on his phone about to quit. He closed his eyes and hoped that House would come.
Hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will be up soon. I just want to re-read it and then I will put it up sometime tomorrow I hope. Don't forget to review please.