Dark Redux, Part 1.9 -- DNR

[darkdreamer]

Hi, guys :) Got another update for you in this Dark Redux series. This one was a bit easier to do, and I really hope you guys like it... Wilson's starting to show a bit more of his dark side in this one ;)

Anyways, please let me know what you think; you have no idea how much your comments mean, how much they're appreciated :)

*hugs*
DoS


Title: Dark Redux
Episode: 1.9 -- DNR
Beta: misanthropicobs
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.)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In this particular 'verse, I've changed one thing about the canon timeline. At the beginning of the story, when House and Wilson first get together, Wilson is already recently divorced from Julie.
Story Warnings: slash, dark Wilson eventually -- specific warnings for each chapter as necessary
Chapter Warnings: mild violence
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: Wilson thinks that House's Vicodin use -- not to mention House *himself* -- is starting to get out of control -- and that simply won't do.

 

“Congratulations. Impressive legal argument.”

There was amusement in Wilson’s voice as he walked with House out of the courtroom, but the amusement was tinged with irritation as well. It seemed that House couldn’t go a single week without getting into some kind of trouble – and this was trouble of the worst kind.

“I watched Matlock last night,” House explained with a self-satisfied smirk, as he removed the tie Wilson had loaned him for the hearing, apparently unwilling to wear it for a single moment more than necessary.

“Oh, say no more,” Wilson retorted with clear sarcasm in his voice. “I didn’t notice any clubbing on the judge’s fingers.”

“Neither did I,” House confessed, looking no less self-satisfied for the confession.

Wilson had to admit – only to himself – that he understood House’s unwillingness to allow his patient to die, especially considering that he was only dying in the first place due to the treatment House had ordered. However, House’s stubborn, rebellious streak that refused to allow him to submit to any sort of conventional authority was getting, quite frankly – well, old.

“So, the family history thing…”

House shrugged, no longer bothering to hide his smirk. “Every family has some history of heart disease.”

“And mental illness,” Wilson reminded him. He took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly in frustration as he tried to find the right words. “House,” he continued at last in a tone of weary patience, “Are you actually out of your mind?”

“Of course not,” House scoffed with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And besides – it’s not like I had a choice, really, did I?”

“You had a choice about messing with his treatment in the first place,” Wilson pointed out, his irritation beginning to show in his voice. “If you could have just gotten past your tendency toward obsession and let his actual doctors treat him, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.”

“I’m a grown up, Wilson,” House reminded him with an impatient sigh. “I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah. Have fun taking care of yourself in jail.”

The humor faded from House’s voice as he snapped, “None of your business, Wilson.”

Wilson’s jaw set with anger at House’s words, and his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to restrain his impulse to lash out with equally hurtful words – or worse. Through gritted teeth, he managed to get out his response with remarkable calm and restraint.

“I just… don’t want to see you get into trouble, House. That’s all.”

“Well… then you might want to get out while you can,” House replied, his voice softening slightly at the concern in Wilson’s voice. “Because I really can’t see my penchant for doing that going anywhere anytime soon.”

Wilson didn’t respond, well aware that House spoke the truth. House wasn’t likely to stop getting into trouble at any time in the near future. He had been out of control for a long time already, and it seemed to be getting worse lately, with House choosing to disregard not only the rules of the hospital, but the rules of society in general as well.

And the problem with that is… those rules are called laws… and when people break them, they end up in jail. And, well… that just won’t do, Wilson decided, as an idea began to take shape in his mind. If House can’t keep himself out of trouble, maybe I’ll have to do something about that. Maybe it’s time for someone to show him just how pathetic his life has actually become…

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Despite the legal issues with the patient’s case and the numerous difficulties that came up during the course of the treatment House wasn’t even supposed to have been administering, in the end, as usual – the patient was cured. House had taken a particular interest in this patient, finding that he was able to relate to John Henry Giles and his obsession with his music in a way that he was often unable to relate to other people.

Perhaps that was why he found himself in the lobby of the clinic for no particular reason, just as John Henry was leaving.

“Dr. House!” John Henry sounded very pleased to see him as he approached with the aid of a cane, carrying his trumpet case under one arm. “Cora’s meeting me outside with a limo. I’m being discharged.”

House smiled, glancing toward the door, popping open his Vicodin bottle and tipping out a pill into his hand as he quipped, “Fifty bucks says I can beat you to the curb.”

John Henry laughed, shaking his head slightly before becoming serious, gratitude in his dark, searching eyes. “Thanks for sticking with the case.”

House looked away with a dismissive shrug, unable to bear the man’s perceptive scrutiny. “I can’t do anything else,” he admitted as he took the Vicodin in his hand. He swallowed it before observing, “You’re much more easily amused when you can walk.”

“How bizarre.” John Henry’s face bore a pensively ironic smile as he looked House over speculatively. “I’m guessing you weren’t exactly Mr. Sunshine even before your leg got messed up.”

House had no time to think of a response to his observation before John Henry surprised him by placing his trumpet case in House’s hands.

“I want you to have this.”

Awed, House stared down at the treasured instrument in his hands. “Wow,” he murmured, momentarily too stunned by the depth of the gesture to remember to guard his reaction.

“You can sell it if you want to. Just promise me you won’t play it,” John Henry teased.

House couldn’t suppress a smile of gratitude and appreciation as he looked up to meet the other man’s gaze. House was so touched by the unexpected gift that John Henry’s next words caught him completely off guard.

“How many of those pills you taking?”

House’s smile faded completely as he looked away, immediately self-conscious. “I’m in pain.”

“Yeah. Aren’t we all.”

Thankfully, John Henry seemed content to let his concerns go at that, and waved goodbye as he headed out the doors to the waiting limousine. House returned his wave and watched him go for a moment before looking down again at the trumpet, wondering at the generosity of which it spoke.

There was a suspicious burning sensation behind his eyes, a choked feeling of constriction in his throat, and House ducked quickly into an empty exam room, unwilling to allow any evidence of just how much the gift had touched him to be seen by any of the hospital staff. Once he was alone, House set down the trumpet, raising a hand to press his thumb and forefinger against his eyes, physically resisting his unexpectedly emotional reaction.

“So…”

Wilson’s voice from the doorway of the exam room startled him, and House spun around to face him, eyes wide and almost guilty. The door was closed already, but Wilson stood leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, a pensive frown creasing his brow.

“… how many of those pills are you taking, House?”

House swallowed convulsively, looking away, a resentful note in his voice as he turned back toward the trumpet, one hand absently stroking the surface of the case.

“None of your business.”

An instant later, House felt a warm, strong hand rest possessively on the side of his neck, felt the heat of Wilson’s body close behind him. Wilson’s voice was low and dark and strangely sultry, when he finally spoke, his warm breath sending an indefinable shiver down House’s spine.

“No… no, it’s not that easy, House,” he declared, his voice full of conviction, despite the fact that it was barely over a whisper. He punctuated his words with a series of light, enticing kisses along House’s throat. “See… I love you… and that makes… you… my business.”

Wilson stopped, the forefinger of his free hand catching in House’s belt loop and tugging House insistently around to face him, so that he was trapped between the exam table behind him, and Wilson’s body in front of him. Wilson was smiling, but his dark eyes were almost frighteningly intense as he spoke again in a soft, certain voice.

“Everything about you… is my business.”

House swallowed hard, inexplicably aroused despite himself by Wilson’s forceful, possessive manner. He closed his eyes, drawing in a sharp breath, as Wilson’s thumb pressed upward under his chin, forcing him to tilt his head backward in a gesture that made him feel unsettlingly vulnerable – and both frightened and titillated at once. With an effort, House opened his eyes again, reaching up a hand of his own to close around Wilson’s wrist and slowly, deliberately pull his hand down to rest on the exam table. He met Wilson’s dark, questioning gaze with firm resolve as he spoke in a quiet, breathless voice that was still unyielding in its conviction.

“Only… if I decide to… to make it your business. Some things… are still private.”

There was a visible tic in Wilson’s jaw as it clenched with frustration, and something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes for just a moment before fading away. As purposefully as House had removed it, Wilson returned his hand to cup the side of House’s throat, gently, but firmly enough that House tensed under the touch. He raised his hand to push Wilson’s away, but this time, Wilson caught his wrist and forced his hand down, taking a step closer to House as he did, moving deliberately into his space.

“There’s nothing private about how many Vicodin you’ve been taking, House,” Wilson stated in a quiet, cool tone, tinged with a subtle note of disgust. “I already know the answer to that question – and so does everybody else in this entire hospital.” Wilson released House so abruptly that he flinched slightly as he fell back against the exam table behind him, then took a step backward away from House, shaking his head slowly in contempt, poorly masked as sympathy.

“Too damn many,” he muttered with restrained anger and frustration as he turned on his heel and stalked away from a stunned, hurt House, slamming the exam room door behind him.

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Cuddy hardly noticed the sound of her office door opening, glancing up with distracted interest – that swiftly shifted to something resembling alarm when she saw who her visitor was.

“Can I help you?” she asked coolly, casting an instinctive glance over his shoulder toward the busy clinic beyond, for once grateful for the glass walls which were so often so inconveniently annoying.

Wilson’s expression was solemn and subdued as he met her eyes before looking down at the floor with an apologetic grimace. He crossed the room at a hesitant pace, gesturing with a questioning hand, waiting for her reluctant nod before taking a seat in the chair across from her desk.

“I… I’m sorry,” Wilson blurted out after a long moment of tense, awkward silence. “I just… wanted to tell you that… I’m sorry. For the way… the way I’ve been acting lately…” He looked up to meet her eyes again with a cautious, level gaze as he concluded, “… about House.”

Cuddy swallowed, holding his gaze and trying to measure his intent, resisting the urge to give in completely to the sense of relief she felt at the words, which seemed to indicate that Wilson had somehow come to his senses after a rather disconcerting lapse in judgment.

“Okay,” she replied in a cautious, reserved tone. “That’s… good.”

Wilson shook his head with a sigh of resignation, clearly understanding that more explanation would be required.

“I guess I’ve just been a little… defensive, about him. It’s just that… I’m worried about him, lately. Worried about his… his judgment, and… and I don’t want to see him… get hurt, when he’s… not thinking clearly, all the time.”

Cuddy frowned, puzzled and troubled by Wilson’s somewhat rambling words. “What do you mean… not… not thinking clearly? What are you talking about, exactly?”

Wilson held her gaze, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, gauging her reaction as he answered quietly, “I’m talking about… his Vicodin. I think… it’s a problem. I think it has been, for a long time now… and it’s just getting worse.”

Cuddy blinked, taken aback a bit by Wilson’s blunt honesty, which only reflected concerns that had been slowly building within her for years. Finally, she allowed her fears over Wilson’s stability to fade away into understanding, replaced by the worry for House that he, as his best friend, had clearly developed as well.

“I… I think you’re right,” she confessed in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. She shook her head, looking down grimly at her desk. “I mean… he violated that patient’s DNR… and that’s not the first time lately that he’s… had a similar… lapse in judgment.” She hesitantly echoed Wilson’s choice of words as she looked up to meet his eyes again. “I know he has a problem. What I don’t know, is… what I can possibly do about it.”

Wilson nodded, understanding. “I know what you mean.” He hesitated before adding, “But… I think… I have an idea. A way that we can… help him see how bad it’s gotten… if you’re willing to help me, that is. I can’t pull it off on my own.”

Cuddy’s brow creased slightly, eyes narrowed in a curious frown.

“What exactly did you have in mind?"

TBC...

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Comments

[chaoskir.livejournal.com]

In those way you describe that it makes completely sense. Wilson as a madguy and his acts and deeds controlled by his madness. Thanks a lot for sharing those interesting new chapter. Great!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, this is a much more gradual descent into an abusive relationship, gradual enough that house would actually fail to recognize it until it was too late :( glad you enjoyed this update, love... the next one is up now, hope you like it :) *Hugs*

[emeriin.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I know it's a long way away but if Wilson is this bad here then I'm scared of what he's going to be like when it's time for Season Three's humility lesson, when he was cruel enough already. ;)

But anyway, I'm still loving this. More, more, more? :)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, he's gradually getting worse and worse :( it's a gradual enough decline that house isn't picking up on it yet like he should be... :(

thanx, love, i'm so glad you enjoyed this chapter :) *Hugs* the next chapter is up now, looking forward to your thoughts :)

[madwriter223.livejournal.com]

Wow. The first (and only time that I can remember) that House was shown gratitude from a person whose LIFE HE SAVED, and Wilson had to go and fuck it up. Oh yeah, real awesome.
I applaud how you showed the progress of Wilson's possesiveness to the wonderful art of manipulating others for his own sick needs - AKA Wilson's care. God I hate the bastard. When you think about it, everytime on the show when Cuddy did something to hurt House, Wilson was either agreeing with her or it was his idea.
I also like how you touched the future plot of Detox. Nice touch. [thumbs up]

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

thanx, love, glad you enjoyed the touch of referencing detox this early on... and wilson's descent into abuse is so gradual that no one's really picking up on it, but he's already able to manipulate house much better than house realizes :(

thanx so much for your kind words, hon, glad you enjoyed this update :) *Hugs* the next one is up now, hope you like :)

[arhh.livejournal.com]

Wilson isn't sorry about his behaviour at all.... and I kind of like that LOL :) Great job, thanks for sharing :)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

no, he's really not... he's just playing cuddy for his own ends :P thanx, love, glad you enjoyed this update :) *hugs* the next one is up now, hope you like it as well :)

[jennybliss.livejournal.com]

Run Cuddy, run far, far away. This will not be good. I am very afraid for House. It is sad that just a little human kindness affected him so much. Lovely new update.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, that was a sadly telling sign... house is already starting to accept the way wilson treats him, even though he can sort of tell it's not right... glad you're enjoying this story, hon :) *hugs* the next one is up now, hope you like it :)

[jackssilverwolf.livejournal.com]

Ahh, I so love your versions of the episodes!! I'll never look at the episodes the same way again. Such fun!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

awwww, thanx so much, hon :) *hugs* glad you enjoyed the update :) the next one is up now, hope you like :)

[jadzia7667.livejournal.com]

OH, he's wonderfully manipulative and such a good lil actor with Cuddy. Very subtly, he's leading House down the D/s path, isn't he? *grinz* I do love my kink.

You make it very easy for me to see this hidden side of Wilson. *loves on the fic*

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, he definitely is leading him that direction, though it's more along the lines of a classically abusive relationship than any sort of legitimate dom/sub relationship :( and it's so subtle that house won't pick up on it in time :(

thanx so much, hon, glad you enjoyed this update.. the next one is up now, hope you like it as well :)

*hugs*
DoS

[verbal-kint10.livejournal.com]

I'm scared. I'm seriously scared.

Why are you so damn good at scaring me and making me not want to look away?!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

hehehe... i'll take that as a compliment, love :) *Hugs* thanx so much, glad it's managing to scare you a bit, because wilson is *supposed* to be scary... glad you enjoyed this chapter, hon, the next one is up now, hope you like it as well :) *Hugs*

[caged-obsession.livejournal.com]

You've done another wonderful job! I'm worried for House; I have some ideas of what Wilson is going to do and none of them are pretty. Maybe he just has plans of planting placebos? *sigh* I definitely believe that an intelligent, calm guy like Wilson could easily slip to the dark side at any time; and then he'd have no trouble hiding it.

I'm hoping Cuddy doesn't allow Wilson too much room to manipulate her.

I'm impressed! Keep going, please! I'm terrible, but I wonder when you might include some 'semi-forced' intimacy in this. The Leverageverse was cute, but I love my dark. =)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

well, if you're trying to figure out what wilson's going to do... think about what events are coming up in canon ;) hehehe

thanx so much for your kind words, love, i'm glad the story's having such an effect on you *hugs* your kind words mean so much :)

the next chapter's up now, love, hope you enjoy it :)

[fourleggedfish.livejournal.com]

Oooo..can't wait...anticipation killing me....Gah!!!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

hehehe... thanx, love, glad you're so into it :) *Hugs* the next chapter's up now, hope you like it :)

[moz17.livejournal.com]

Argh, this was hot and creepy. I have this absolute dread at what Wilson's going to do next. You write him so convincingly as this manipulative little nut!!! x

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

hehe... thanx so much, hon, glad you're enjoying this story... and for a while, things will only get worse for poor house... :( wilson is gradually becoming more abusive, using mind games and manipulation to keep house under his control...