darkdreamer | Dark Redux, Part 1.2 -- Paternity

And my final post for the day :) This one is the second chapter in my new project, which is a "dark!wilson" take on the progression of canon. This chapter goes along with Season 1, Episode 2, Paternity. Hope you enjoy it, please let me know :)

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Title: Dark Redux
Episode: 1.2 - Paternity
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Disclaimer: House, Wilson, and all other characters/ideas taken from the show are not my own, and I'm making no profit from the writing of this fiction -- just for fun, I promise. :P (Some dialogue this chapter taken directly from the episode, as well as from deleted scenes for this episode.)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Warnings: light slash, dark Wilson eventually -- specific warnings for each chapter as necessary, none this chapter
Story Summary: A darker version of how canon might have gone, if House and Wilson had entered into a relationship from the start -- and if that relationship took a gradually dark, disturbing turn.
Chapter Summary: Things are still in the "honeymoon phase" for House and Wilson -- but Wilson doesn't like to share what's his.

"Baby. Coffins."

Wilson entered House's apartment without knocking, uttering his cryptic words in a thoughtful tone of disbelief, as if struggling uselessly to make sense of them. He shook his head slightly, frowning as he repeated again with comical seriousness.

"Baby... coffins..."

House grinned up at him from where he lay sprawled on his couch, not yet bothering to sit up and make room for his friend, recently turned lover.

"'Hi' is a more commonly accepted greeting. Also 'How are you?' and 'Look! I got you a present!'"

Wilson's mildly reproving expression faded into an amused smile, and he shook his head again as he crossed the living room to the couch. As he reached it, House sat up, swinging his legs onto the coffee table instead to make room for Wilson to sit down.

"Really, House." Wilson sat down with a heavy sigh of resignation. "Could you have possibly traumatized the poor woman a little more?"

"Cuddy didn't seem to think so. Apparently, it traumatized her, too," House observed with a smirk, "since she's still going on about it."

Wilson shifted closer on the sofa, his smile becoming one of teasing warning as he turned to face House, drawing his knees up under him, and placed his hands on House’s shoulders, pushing him back against the sofa and holding him there as he kissed him, long and deep and thorough, pulling back at last when both were a bit breathless.

"Not the least bit sorry, are you?" Wilson mused, a darkly playful light in his eyes as he smirked down at House.

“No,” House replied, his chin tilting upward slightly in subtle defiance. “She deserved it. And it worked. Baby’s scheduled for vaccinations next week.”

Wilson let out a low chuckle of approval, but kept his voice one of mock severity as he responded. “Apparently, you need to be taken in hand a bit, don’t you?”

House returned his smirk, a single brow raised in challenge. "And you think you're the man for the job?"

"I think I am," Wilson agreed with a confident nod, swooping down for another deep, intense kiss.

House raised his hands to wrap around Wilson's waist, but Wilson's hands trailed down from House’s shoulders to his wrists, raising House’s hands slowly over his head and pinning them there together as he leisurely continued the kiss. House's fingers flexed in eager desire to touch, to grasp, but he offered no real resistance as Wilson brought one leg over to straddle House's hips, clearly establishing the dominant position in the encounter.

House readily yielded to the kiss, enjoying the novelty of Wilson's taking control, well aware that he could shift their positions -- and the balance of power -- in an instant if he chose to do so.

For now, House was happy just to relish the sheer pleasure of intimate contact, after years spent alone.

Their relationship was only a week old, and everything was still new and wonderful. House found that, to his pleasant surprise, having Wilson as a lover was not all that different from having him as a friend. It was mostly the same... with certain added benefits, of course.

For the time being, they had decided to keep the recent change in their relationship to themselves, neither of them willing to deal with the tumult of rumors and controversy that would accompany their revelation as an official couple. Eventually, the secret would come out, House knew, as secrets always did -- and when it did, he knew that he would discover the depth of Wilson's loyalty.

It wouldn't matter to House. No, he had never been one to care too much about the opinions of those around them, and saw his choice of lover as no one's business but his own. He would be proud to have it publicly known that Wilson was his… that he wanted and chose to be with him.

It was almost frightening to House, how swiftly friendship mingled with attraction was shifting into something far deeper and more intense -- for him, anyway.

Wilson, on the other hand... might not feel the same way about it.

That idea was slightly unsettling to House... wondering how Wilson would react to others knowing about their relationship... wondering if Wilson would be embarrassed, if their relationship would survive the strain of the strain on Wilson's reputation.

But House didn't choose to think of that right now.

Right now, he just wanted to enjoy Wilson's touch, his kiss, his expert hands roaming with slow, tantalizing precision over every inch of House's body.

"What's the matter?" Wilson murmured against House's lips, drawing back slightly with a frown of concern as he sensed his tension and hesitation. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," House insisted, his voice a low, urgent mutter as he lowered his hands from where Wilson had positioned them above his head and pulled Wilson closer to him. "Nothing... just… keep going... just... don't stop..."

Wilson yielded, allowing House to push him backward onto his back on the sofa and reverse their positions, wrapping one arm around the back of House’s neck and holding him close, drinking in his kiss as a man dying of thirst, his free hand trailing up under House’s shirt, cool fingers sliding slowly upward, teasing against his heated skin.

When House’s phone rang, Wilson reluctantly stopped, withdrawing his hand with a sigh as he glanced toward the offending device.

“Don’t stop,” House ground out in irritation, reaching down to grasp Wilson’s hand and replace it where it had been, even as the phone rang again. “I have no intention of answering that.”

“But what if it’s important?”

“They’ll leave a message,” House muttered, his teeth catching Wilson’s lower lip and forcibly dragging him into another kiss to silence his protest.

“Hi, um… Dr. House… this is Dr. Foreman… Our patient is… um… well, he’s missing. We… can’t find him. It’s… really important that you get down here immediately. It’s… absolutely necessary. We need you here, right away. Okay, um… bye.”

His heart already sinking with resignation, House continued kissing Wilson, hands urgently roving over his body in an attempt to keep him focused on the matter at hand – but Wilson caught House’s hands, stilling them and pushing him back a little to meet his eyes.

“That… sounded important.”

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By morning House’s patient had been found and returned to his room, safe and sound, and he was unfortunately free to treat more idiots in the clinic while his team handled tests and treatment on his steadily declining patient. One such patient, however, was at least interesting enough to share the story with Wilson as they made their way down the hallway together later that day – not touching, keeping up the act of mere friendship for their colleagues around them.

“You actually treated him?” Wilson was incredulous.

House shrugged. “All I know is that he sued some doctors. Who am I to assume that they didn’t have it coming to them…” As he spoke, House noticed Cuddy coming toward them down the stairs, and quickly shifted the conversation in a different direction. “… the cutest little tennis outfit. My God, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.” Feigning surprise, he looked at Cuddy, eyes widening in mock chagrin. “Oh my, I didn’t see you there. That is so embarrassing.”

Cuddy smirked, unfazed. “How’s your hooker doing?”

Wilson glanced at House, a single brow raised in suspicion.

House didn’t notice, his attention focused on Cuddy for the moment. “Oh, sweet of you to ask. Funny story. She was going to be a hospital administrator, but hated having to screw people like that.”

Cuddy was still smiling as she deftly turned the conversation to House’s patient, and the bet that was quickly spreading among the hospital staff – but Wilson was no longer smiling. He tried to suppress his irritation and suspicion as House continued his flirtatious banter with Cuddy, but became gradually more impatient, until finally, Cuddy turned and made her way back toward her own office. House turned back to Wilson with a smug grin… which immediately faded when he saw the dark expression on Wilson’s face.

“What was that all about?” Wilson demanded.

House frowned, confused and immediately a bit defensive. “What was what all about? It’s Cuddy. What’s she there for, if not to be mocked and sexually degraded?”

“Seriously, House,” Wilson snapped, not amused. “What was she talking about? What hooker?”

“It was a joke,” House replied, incredulous at Wilson’s sudden anger. “There is no hooker. It was just… something I said to Cuddy last night…”

Wilson didn’t argue, but his expression was still dubious, his brow creased in a suspicious frown.

House’s lips twisted into a merciless smirk, as he continued in a teasing voice, “Yeah, Wilson. After coming down here to try to locate my missing patient, I took time out to call up a hooker to meet me in my office. Then in the three extra minutes I had before getting back to you about thirty minutes after I left you… I bent her over my desk and had hot monkey sex with her. No, it didn’t last long, but that three minutes was the best…”

House’s voice trailed off, his mouth falling open in bewilderment, as Wilson’s expression darkened, but instead of saying anything, he just turned without a word and stalked away. House stood still for a moment, dumbfounded, wondering at what had just happened, before hurriedly following after him, trying to catch up, though well aware that he could only if Wilson chose to let him.

And Wilson was apparently in no mood to let him.

When he reached Wilson’s office, Wilson was already seated behind his desk, glaring down at whatever file he was pretending to read, and pointedly ignoring House’s entrance, even as his office door banged loudly against the wall behind it.

“Wilson… what the hell?” House demanded. “It was just a joke!”

“Fine.”

House blinked, caught off guard by Wilson’s quiet, terse reply. “Fine?” he echoed in disbelief.

“Fine,” Wilson repeated. “Okay. Fine.”

After a moment, he let out a heavy sigh, the dark, jealous anger in his eyes fading somewhat, mingling with a defeated sense of regret. Still, his motions were sharp, impatient, irritated, as he restlessly shifted papers on his desk, looking anywhere but directly at House.

“Yeah,” House drawled after a moment. “That’s convincing. If you don’t believe me, just say you don’t…”

“I believe you,” Wilson finally relented, lowering his head to rest in his hand. “Okay? I just… I don’t like to think about… about you being with someone else, all right?”

“Well, that works out nicely,” House pointed out, a bit sharply, “considering that I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Lately,” Wilson amended with a sigh, rising from his seat and coming around his desk to face House directly. “But… you have seen hookers before. I know that. And… I guess I just… jumped to conclusions…”

“Not since we’ve been together,” House stated, his voice low and tinged with hurt. “I haven’t hired a hooker since we’ve been together – and I wouldn’t.” He raised his eyes to Wilson’s, holding his gaze with a level, solemn look of subtle accusation. “I’ve done a lot of things… but I’ve never cheated on anyone.”

Wilson was quiet, thoughtful, as he nodded slowly, accepting House’s words. “Good to know,” he remarked softly, pausing a moment before admitting, “I have.”

That was no surprise to House, who’d heard the details of Wilson’s affairs and how they’d come about during the course of their friendship. Still, the impact of the words was sobering to him. He lowered his eyes, considering, as Wilson slowly crossed the room to stand closer to him, reaching out a hand to gently rest on House’s arm, silently urging him nearer.

“I’m sorry, I… I guess… we just… tend to see things in other people that we know are in ourselves,” Wilson sighed. “I’ve done it, so… so naturally, I assumed…” He shook his head, lowering his eyes in regret. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

House didn’t look up at him for a long moment, but didn’t move away, either, allowing Wilson’s hand to rest on his arm, but not moving to return the affectionate gesture. Finally, House raised his eyes to search Wilson’s face, uncharacteristic uncertainty and vulnerability clear in his expression.

“Is this… a joke?”

Wilson’s brow creased in a puzzled frown, and he shook his head to indicate his confusion. “Is… is what…?”

“Why… why would you want this?” House clarified, then added, his voice lower, barely audible, “Why would you want me?”

Wilson’s eyes widened in stunned understanding – then softened with regretful sympathy. “House… how can you even think…”

“I’m not… attractive. Not as… athletic, or well-built as I used to be. I’m not even a nice person to be around,” House continued, shaking his head slowly in quiet bewilderment. “Why would you even care if I hired a hooker, when you can have anyone you want? Why would you want to be with me, of all people? Why would you want to be with me at all?”

“Why would I want to be with you?” Wilson echoed in disbelief, edging even nearer to House, his hands resting under House’s elbows and drawing him reluctantly closer. Wilson’s voice softened with awed affection as he continued with a light, ironic laugh, “Why would I want to be with the one person I’ve idolized for the last ten years?”

House let out a quiet scoffing sound, shaking his head, not able to meet Wilson’s eyes. “I’m not…”

“Shush,” Wilson softly admonished, raising a finger to House’s lips, then replacing that finger with his mouth, his lips and tongue gently probing past the half-hearted resistance of House’s lips, before drawing slowly back to meet his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he stated with firm conviction. “And I want you, House… just as you are.”

When Wilson kissed him again, House returned his kiss with a sort of awe, wondering what madness would have caused the man he had secretly wished to be more like for years to place him on such a pedestal – and what accidental accomplishment amongst his life’s many mistakes made him deserving of Wilson’s devotion.

TBC...

Current Mood: accomplished

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Oh yeah, the little baby coffins lady - she was a classic! I like the little glimpses of dark!Wilson appearing here and how house's banter with cuddy takes on a whole new meaning. The only thing that tripped me is that Wilson is married and at least nominally living with his wife at this stage in the series - are is this an au where he isn't?

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