“You know… all this time, you’ve done your best to make me feel like I was so… so irreparably screwed up that you shouldn’t have even wasted your time. Our friendship is an… ethical responsibility. That’s what you said, isn’t it? The saintly Dr. Jimmy Wilson, doing the right thing by the damaged, miserable, worthless Dr. House, who didn’t deserve the incredible honor of his friendship. But you’ve stabbed me in the back, more than once. You’ve betrayed my trust… again and again. You even went so far as to take the things you knew about my childhood… my family… things I told you in confidence, and never told anyone else… and use those things against me… use them to control me and manipulate me… and I… I’ve overlooked it… because…” His voice lowered to a whisper as he came to a shameful realization even as he spoke. “… because… I didn’t think I could do any better. I didn’t think I deserved you.”
House was silent for a moment, glancing up to Wilson’s eyes, which were studiously averted. Wilson had gone very still in the bed, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, very deliberately resisting showing any reaction to House’s monologue. House’s next words, however, spoken with a cold smile of bitter irony, caused a distinctly visible flinch, as they struck their mark with deadly accuracy.
“You know, I think I can say in all honesty, Wilson… I really don’t deserve your friendship.”
Very powerfully written and you know I never would have thought of Stacy talking to Wilson before she made that decision. It does makes sense she would have though.
He hesitated, a soft smile touching his lips as he spoke. “I’d… like to think that, once you get out of… whatever prison or mental hospital they send you to, you might regret all this, and I could forgive you… and we could be friends again.” His smile faded, a dull finality in his eyes as he spoke the last words he would speak to the man who had been his friend, his confidante, and almost… his destroyer.
“Too bad I’m a realist.”
He walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him – without seeing Wilson’s dark gaze turn back toward the empty doorway, or the silent tears that streaked his stricken, anguished face.
That just makes me sad even though after awhile I never had much hope he'd get Wilson back because he hit the point of no return awhile back and I'm not sure he can ever be trustworthy again.
Wow just the epilogue's left huh? Can't believe this story's nearly done!
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Date: 2008-11-01 02:14 am (UTC)“You know… all this time, you’ve done your best to make me feel like I was so… so irreparably screwed up that you shouldn’t have even wasted your time. Our friendship is an… ethical responsibility. That’s what you said, isn’t it? The saintly Dr. Jimmy Wilson, doing the right thing by the damaged, miserable, worthless Dr. House, who didn’t deserve the incredible honor of his friendship. But you’ve stabbed me in the back, more than once. You’ve betrayed my trust… again and again. You even went so far as to take the things you knew about my childhood… my family… things I told you in confidence, and never told anyone else… and use those things against me… use them to control me and manipulate me… and I… I’ve overlooked it… because…” His voice lowered to a whisper as he came to a shameful realization even as he spoke. “… because… I didn’t think I could do any better. I didn’t think I deserved you.”
House was silent for a moment, glancing up to Wilson’s eyes, which were studiously averted. Wilson had gone very still in the bed, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, very deliberately resisting showing any reaction to House’s monologue. House’s next words, however, spoken with a cold smile of bitter irony, caused a distinctly visible flinch, as they struck their mark with deadly accuracy.
“You know, I think I can say in all honesty, Wilson… I really don’t deserve your friendship.”
Very powerfully written and you know I never would have thought of Stacy talking to Wilson before she made that decision. It does makes sense she would have though.
He hesitated, a soft smile touching his lips as he spoke. “I’d… like to think that, once you get out of… whatever prison or mental hospital they send you to, you might regret all this, and I could forgive you… and we could be friends again.” His smile faded, a dull finality in his eyes as he spoke the last words he would speak to the man who had been his friend, his confidante, and almost… his destroyer.
“Too bad I’m a realist.”
He walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him – without seeing Wilson’s dark gaze turn back toward the empty doorway, or the silent tears that streaked his stricken, anguished face.
That just makes me sad even though after awhile I never had much hope he'd get Wilson back because he hit the point of no return awhile back and I'm not sure he can ever be trustworthy again.
Wow just the epilogue's left huh? Can't believe this story's nearly done!