School is hectic, so expect fics on weekends. Maybe three or more parts after this? Hopefully. Enjoy.
Still dedicated to OM. _________________________________________________________
16 Years Ago
At the Convention
About six o'clock at the convention and House was doing amazingly fine. He sat at the very end of the hotel bar with a scotch fit nicely in his hand, as he continued to deposit quarters into the jukebox, playing Billy Joel's, "Leave A Tender Moment Alone". Swaying his head as his back rested on the wall behind him, he repeated it over and over again.
Past the tenth time coming in, someone had finally stepped forth to stop it all.
"Dr.--House?" the man had recited off of House's name tag.
"care to give Billy Joel a break?" House refused to answer him. But he had remembered his face from around the convention. He seemed to be a loner, or just new, and clutched onto a manila package that read "Diamond Fairbairn - Divorce Attorneys."
"Dr. House? Really. I think you've played it plenty of times." When come to the songs end, House deposited another quarter, and pressed Billy Joel once more.
"Dr. House. There are a lot of other people in here who are also annoyed by this. We'd appreciate it if you made an alternative selection." His voice slightly raised, House just looked at him. Yet ignoring him completely.
"Dr. House!" he nearly yelled. Glaring at him, he just walked away in anger. However, he stopped right when House began to sing:
"But if that's how I feel
Then it's the best feeling I've ever known
It's undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone--!" CRASH. Before House could finish off the line, the young man had snatched an empty bottle of beer left on the counter, and tossed it in House's general direction, instead of hitting House however, it drove towards a mirror, shattering it to pieces. Soon enough, two other patrons developed an argument of their own, and tossed shot glasses.
As the young boy stood in awe of his action, the bartender grew angry, and called the hotel security.
"Joel, Donny, escort this gentleman to the station across the road." He hollered at them.
"Are you serious?" the young doctor had asked in panic. "under what charges?"
"Annoyance?" House called out at him. Glaring House's way as they handcuffed him, House smiled at him with innocence. As they dragged him out, House got up from his chair, and clumsily followed behind them. Going outside, he watched them take him in. The young doctor had glanced over at him, and House inaudibly spoke:
"I'll take care of it."
---
"You're bailing me out?" asked the young doctor.
"Sure. Why not." House said to him as he handed money to the head.
"You're free to go Dr. Wilson."
"Wilson. I like it." House said with a smile. They opened up the cell and released him, also giving back all his belongings.
"I called a lawyer," House started. They began to walk out of there.
"Thanks--House." House just smiled at Wilson as they walked back to the convention, where he had paid the hotel for the mirror. Apologizing for nearly a thousand times, House had to pull him away, and they escaped that place, going for a nearby diner.
Walking along the sidewalk, they discussed where they were both coming from. Turns out, they both had arrived coming from New Jersey.
Wilson, had just graduated from Med school, and received an internship over at Princeton General. He was a newbie, but he was interesting. He would've offered him a job at Princeton-Plainsbro if the spots hadn't been filled.
Nearly two hours at the diner, just talking, exchanging jokes and perspective here and there, they became very fond of the other and after three coffees, they decided to go their separate ways. House thought they would probably see each other again after he had taken care of the charges from the hotel. So they exchanged numbers and emails so that they could keep in touch.
House walked through the busy streets on back to the hotel with a smile on his face, eager to return to Princeton-Plainsbro to do a little negotiating.
---
"He just got out of med school, and you offered him a job here?" The three, Cuddy, House and Stacy were all in the lounge, arguing about Wilson. While Stacy remained in the backseat, House and Cuddy argued at it.
"I didn't offer a job. I didn't even tell him about it. And he graduated a few months ago. Fresh."
"The only spots we have left are department heads. And anyone who you trust--I can't trust."
"That explains why you've never trusted yourself. He's good. He's younger than us, but he knows his stuff. Hes majored in oncology."
"Wh-what you're expecting me to get him the oncology department?"
"Why is that a problem?"
"A little bit, yes."
"Why because you think he'd be liability? I am too, but you haven't fired me yet. You got me hired in the first place."
"First, I know you. You've been a pain in my ass since the very start. Second, I don't know him. Third, I don't need two poking at me."
"You make it seem like the weight's on you. It's on Quinton." he paused for several seconds. She didn't say anything. Neither did Stacy.
"See--this is the problem with dating your boss. You want to suggest someone, they don't want them because like in your case, they don't know them. And you insist until they say yes. But as soon as that person makes a mistake, your boss gets up on your jock. That happened to you once and you're afraid it'll happen again aren't you?" she remained silent again. He continued.
"And it's a lot worse, if you are close and know the person well.." another no response from either. So he finally spit it out.
"You jeopardized your relationship with him--for the better of my career?" he asked.
"Her bends and breaks does a happy House make." Stacy added in. He paused a little longer this time...
"If he screws up, you can fire me."
"You want him to have this job that much?" she finally spoke.
"He deserves his first mistake without consequence. Knowing your boy he'd fire him in a second. Plus once I'm gone you're back to one liability." he got up and began to leave, just like he always did and like she always did, she stopped him before he stepped out the door.
"I'll talk to Quinton."
"Under what condition."
"None."
"Why."
"I trust you. Do you trust me?"
"Do you trust yourself?"
"Y-yeah." and he responded by a curt nod. For every decision they made, their level of trust grew deeper and deeper. And as that deepened, someone--or something else began to weaken.
Still dedicated to OM. _________________________________________________________
16 Years Ago
At the Convention
About six o'clock at the convention and House was doing amazingly fine. He sat at the very end of the hotel bar with a scotch fit nicely in his hand, as he continued to deposit quarters into the jukebox, playing Billy Joel's, "Leave A Tender Moment Alone". Swaying his head as his back rested on the wall behind him, he repeated it over and over again.
Past the tenth time coming in, someone had finally stepped forth to stop it all.
"Dr.--House?" the man had recited off of House's name tag.
"care to give Billy Joel a break?" House refused to answer him. But he had remembered his face from around the convention. He seemed to be a loner, or just new, and clutched onto a manila package that read "Diamond Fairbairn - Divorce Attorneys."
"Dr. House? Really. I think you've played it plenty of times." When come to the songs end, House deposited another quarter, and pressed Billy Joel once more.
"Dr. House. There are a lot of other people in here who are also annoyed by this. We'd appreciate it if you made an alternative selection." His voice slightly raised, House just looked at him. Yet ignoring him completely.
"Dr. House!" he nearly yelled. Glaring at him, he just walked away in anger. However, he stopped right when House began to sing:
"But if that's how I feel
Then it's the best feeling I've ever known
It's undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone--!" CRASH. Before House could finish off the line, the young man had snatched an empty bottle of beer left on the counter, and tossed it in House's general direction, instead of hitting House however, it drove towards a mirror, shattering it to pieces. Soon enough, two other patrons developed an argument of their own, and tossed shot glasses.
As the young boy stood in awe of his action, the bartender grew angry, and called the hotel security.
"Joel, Donny, escort this gentleman to the station across the road." He hollered at them.
"Are you serious?" the young doctor had asked in panic. "under what charges?"
"Annoyance?" House called out at him. Glaring House's way as they handcuffed him, House smiled at him with innocence. As they dragged him out, House got up from his chair, and clumsily followed behind them. Going outside, he watched them take him in. The young doctor had glanced over at him, and House inaudibly spoke:
"I'll take care of it."
---
"You're bailing me out?" asked the young doctor.
"Sure. Why not." House said to him as he handed money to the head.
"You're free to go Dr. Wilson."
"Wilson. I like it." House said with a smile. They opened up the cell and released him, also giving back all his belongings.
"I called a lawyer," House started. They began to walk out of there.
"Thanks--House." House just smiled at Wilson as they walked back to the convention, where he had paid the hotel for the mirror. Apologizing for nearly a thousand times, House had to pull him away, and they escaped that place, going for a nearby diner.
Walking along the sidewalk, they discussed where they were both coming from. Turns out, they both had arrived coming from New Jersey.
Wilson, had just graduated from Med school, and received an internship over at Princeton General. He was a newbie, but he was interesting. He would've offered him a job at Princeton-Plainsbro if the spots hadn't been filled.
Nearly two hours at the diner, just talking, exchanging jokes and perspective here and there, they became very fond of the other and after three coffees, they decided to go their separate ways. House thought they would probably see each other again after he had taken care of the charges from the hotel. So they exchanged numbers and emails so that they could keep in touch.
House walked through the busy streets on back to the hotel with a smile on his face, eager to return to Princeton-Plainsbro to do a little negotiating.
---
"He just got out of med school, and you offered him a job here?" The three, Cuddy, House and Stacy were all in the lounge, arguing about Wilson. While Stacy remained in the backseat, House and Cuddy argued at it.
"I didn't offer a job. I didn't even tell him about it. And he graduated a few months ago. Fresh."
"The only spots we have left are department heads. And anyone who you trust--I can't trust."
"That explains why you've never trusted yourself. He's good. He's younger than us, but he knows his stuff. Hes majored in oncology."
"Wh-what you're expecting me to get him the oncology department?"
"Why is that a problem?"
"A little bit, yes."
"Why because you think he'd be liability? I am too, but you haven't fired me yet. You got me hired in the first place."
"First, I know you. You've been a pain in my ass since the very start. Second, I don't know him. Third, I don't need two poking at me."
"You make it seem like the weight's on you. It's on Quinton." he paused for several seconds. She didn't say anything. Neither did Stacy.
"See--this is the problem with dating your boss. You want to suggest someone, they don't want them because like in your case, they don't know them. And you insist until they say yes. But as soon as that person makes a mistake, your boss gets up on your jock. That happened to you once and you're afraid it'll happen again aren't you?" she remained silent again. He continued.
"And it's a lot worse, if you are close and know the person well.." another no response from either. So he finally spit it out.
"You jeopardized your relationship with him--for the better of my career?" he asked.
"Her bends and breaks does a happy House make." Stacy added in. He paused a little longer this time...
"If he screws up, you can fire me."
"You want him to have this job that much?" she finally spoke.
"He deserves his first mistake without consequence. Knowing your boy he'd fire him in a second. Plus once I'm gone you're back to one liability." he got up and began to leave, just like he always did and like she always did, she stopped him before he stepped out the door.
"I'll talk to Quinton."
"Under what condition."
"None."
"Why."
"I trust you. Do you trust me?"
"Do you trust yourself?"
"Y-yeah." and he responded by a curt nod. For every decision they made, their level of trust grew deeper and deeper. And as that deepened, someone--or something else began to weaken.
"Young Wilson"
Ariel Harrison(this is my idea of what she would look like and as close to getting LG to being on the show)
Here I am,
So close, but so far from you.
In the cold I am standing,
Outside your stone brick wall
I cannot break through.
So I just stand there foolishly,
Peering through your window.
Loosing myself in your deep blue eyes,
My eyes fixed on your broken smile,
You are simply all I desire.
The pain inside floods me,
I am drowning in my misery.
But when I see your face, it all seems to fade,
And when I taste your red lips,
My heart skips a beat
As the rest of me goes numb.
The love I feel for you is real
But so are fears of hurting you.
So all emotions are pushed aside,
Right next to all the tears I’ve cried.
In this life of wrong I live,
You remain the one thing I got right,
The only one I let inside.
Now heartache and hate has filled its place,
And I never want your smile
To fall from your face.
*Inspired by the episode The Itch*
