Dark Redux 1.22 -- Honeymoon
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Title: Dark Redux
Episode: 1.22 -- Honeymoon
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andi88 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: 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 finds out that House has been lying to him about treating Stacy's husband -- and doesn't exactly take it well.
“Where are you going?”
House stopped by the open apartment door, cringing at Wilson’s mildly interested question. His back was turned to Wilson, who was seated on the sofa watching television, so thankfully Wilson missed the expression on House’s face as he gave what he hoped was a convincing answer.
“Work. Just got a page. My patient just went into cardiac arrest.” As he spoke, House reached for the door, hoping to escape without any further conversation.
“I didn’t know you had a patient right now.” Wilson’s tone was casual and unconcerned.
He turned in the doorway, giving Wilson a smirk as he added, “Don’t worry. It’s given me an idea, so in the next hour he’ll either be stable or dead. Either way… I won’t be long.”
Wilson nodded, returning House’s smile and watching in silence as the door closed behind him. He waited a few moments before rising from the sofa, retrieving his coat and scarf from the coat rack, and following House out the door.
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“You dosed him!”
House couldn’t help grinning at the indignant outrage in Stacy’s voice as the paramedics loaded her husband onto a stretcher and headed toward the entrance to the restaurant. He was actually quite pleased with the success of his scheme, in spite of – no, partially because of – Stacy’s horrified reaction.
He shrugged, giving her a look of mock innocence. “I told you I’d check him out. I was a little worried they were gonna get here before he passed out. Would’ve been tougher to get him to drink.” He hesitated, considering for a moment before venturing further. “I’ll give you a ride. We can talk.”
Stacy was less than impressed.
She shot him a dirty look and followed the paramedics out to the waiting ambulance, leaving House standing there watching, a satisfied smile on his lips despite her rejection.
A moment later, the smile faded completely, and House’s stomach lurched as a firm hand came to rest on his shoulder and a low, familiar voice spoke softly next to his ear.
“Why don’t I give you a ride? I’m pretty sure we need to talk more than you and Stacy need to talk, don’t you think?”
House found that he couldn’t reply, his mouth too dry to form words at Wilson’s unexpected presence. He had deliberately kept from him the fact that he had decided to take on Stacy’s husband as a patient – and had thought that he had done a pretty good job of it.
Apparently – he was wrong.
“Come on.”
Wilson’s hand slid down from House’s shoulder to grasp his arm, pulling him insistently toward the exit, hard fingers digging painfully into his flesh in a punishing grip. Feeling a little intimidated and self-conscious in the middle of the crowded restaurant, House did not resist or even venture to say a word until they had passed the crowd in the parking lot surrounding the ambulance and made their way down the side street where Wilson had parked his car. His voice was hesitant and trembling slightly when he finally ventured an explanation.
“Wilson… I was going to tell you…”
His words were cut off abruptly as Wilson shoved him hard, slamming him against the side of the car and throwing him off balance, a breathtaking wave of sharp pain shooting up his spine. Before House could recover, Wilson grasped his collar and shook him hard, snarling furiously in his face.
“Don’t lie to me again, House. You’ve done enough of that lately. I knew you weren’t over her! But I didn’t think you’d go so far as to go behind my back to see her…!”
“No,” House insisted, shaking his head, pressing a cautious hand against Wilson’s chest in a tentative attempt to place some space between them. “No, it wasn’t that. I just wanted to help her…”
“If that was the case then you would have told me the truth to begin with!”
Wilson snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light from a distant streetlamp as he moved in closer to House, his hands braced against the car on either side of his head, hemming him in and making his heart race with a sort of claustrophobic panic. House’s eyes instinctively lowered as he tried again in a cautious, subdued voice.
“Wilson… I was afraid that you’d react…” He could not quite stifle a soft, humorless laugh at the irony of the situation. “… pretty much just like this. I just think… after everything that’s happened… I should help her…”
“Damn it, House, would you just shut up!”
Wilson cut him off with a low, frustrated hiss, slamming his fist against the roof of the car in an outburst of fury. House flinched at the gesture as well as the sound so near to his ear, momentarily certain that the blow was intended for him. His breath quickened as Wilson shifted closer to him, grabbing a handful of his hair and speaking in a low, commanding voice that he felt as much as heard.
“Just shut up… and get in the car.”
He released his grip on House abruptly and took a step back, a challenging look in his dark eyes as he opened the door and waited for House to obey. A tense moment passed between them, as House swallowed hard, torn between indignation at Wilson’s rough handling of him and demeaning tone… and disgust with himself. After all, he had lied to Wilson, and Wilson had every reason to be suspicious, considering the depth of the relationship House and Stacy had once had.
In the end… House obeyed.
They were almost home when House finally broke the heavy silence to offer a tentative objection.
“I… already agreed to help him. And… he is sick. If I back out now… that’s gonna look a little strange, don’t you think?”
Wilson remained silent for a long moment, and House realized all at once that every muscle in his body was painfully tense, anticipating a furious reaction to his words. Finally, Wilson replied in a low, taut voice of careful control, as if the reaction House feared was there, bubbling just beneath the surface, and it took everything in Wilson’s power to restrain it.
“Fine. Go ahead and treat him. You’ve already taken it this far, so go ahead and finish the job and cure him.”
Wilson was silent until he had parked the car. House opened the door and started to get out, but Wilson caught his arm and jerked him back, eliciting a startled yelp that he quickly stifled when Wilson leaned in close to his face, a warning look in his intent gaze.
“But stay away from Stacey. Otherwise I’ll be forced to draw my own conclusions about your motives. Are we clear?”
House was unsure whether or not to take the words as a threat. He looked away, unable to hold Wilson’s gaze, and nodded slowly.
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice subdued, barely over a whisper. “Yeah, we’re clear.”
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The next couple of days passed in a flurry of activity, most of which House spent with an unsettled, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he tried to diagnose Mark’s illness while coming into as little contact with Stacy as possible. Eventually, it all got to be too much, and he found that he just had to get away for a little while, to escape to a private place and think about his feelings for Wilson and Stacy and the whole confused mess. He was sure that he would find the privacy he needed on the roof, where he had often gone to think in times past. He was certain that no one would think to look for him there. After all, he hadn’t been there in over five years.
Unfortunately, Stacy remembered that long ago.
House’s immediate reaction was alarm to be with her, in what Wilson would certainly deem a compromising position. After a few minutes, however, he began to relax a little as he remembered that no one could see them up here. No one knew they were even talking; and that was all they were doing, after all – just talking.
House’s emotions were in utter turmoil, torn between his past relationship with Stacy, which he knew could never again be what it once had been, even if he wanted it to be – and what he now had with Wilson, which was proving to be not quite as perfect as he had originally thought it to be.
When he left the roof, House was no less confused than he had been when he went there. His thoughts circling in murky, tumultuous circles, he made his way wearily toward his office – too caught up in his own troubled musings to notice that he had been noticed.
Wilson’s expression darkened with jealous rage when he saw House walk out of the same stairwell from which Stacy had exited just a few minutes earlier. His fists clenched at his sides in anger, twitching slightly with his intense desire to lash out and punish House for his betrayal – but he forced himself to wait.
No… not now. Some things are better handled in private…
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“So how’s your patient doing?”
Wilson waited to ask the apparently casual question until House walked into the kitchen where he was chopping vegetables for their dinner that night. House shrugged, not looking up at him as leaned against the counter, idly watching Wilson work, clearly lost in his own thoughts.
“Bitter. Paranoid. Resentful. But cured.”
Wilson kept his eyes on his work as he persisted in a calm, level voice of feigned disinterest. “How’s Stacy handling all of this?”
“Couldn’t tell you.” House’s tone was a near-perfect match for Wilson’s, betraying none of the muddled emotions with which he had been struggling. “I’ve been avoiding her, like you said. I’ve barely seen her at all the past couple of days…”
Wilson nodded in an almost distracted manner, and House relaxed a little at the indication that he had accepted his explanation.
An instant later, Wilson slammed the knife in his hand down into the cutting board, spinning around to face House with a hard, accusing glare. House took an instinctive step backward as Wilson moved slowly toward him, a cold, angry smile on his lips as he spoke in a dangerously soft voice.
“You wanna try not lying to me for a change, House?”
“I-I’m not…”
“Just stop it!” Wilson snapped, moving more quickly toward House, his fists clenched, his jaw locked in an expression of violent rage. “Just stop lying to me, House! I’m sick of it! You were on the roof with her, tonight, and you’re gonna tell me you haven’t even seen her?”
“What, were you watching me?”
House retorted in indignant outrage, his voice trembling as he continued backing away, his shaking hands behind him guiding his way along the counter as he kept his wide, wary eyes locked onto Wilson.
“I’m sorry, Wilson, but I can talk to whoever I want…”
Wilson let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as House reached the corner of the room, and he continued closing the distance between them.
“Yeah, House. You can talk to whoever the hell you want. But what you can’t do…” He slammed his hand down against the counter behind House as he concluded, “… is lie to me!”
“Okay… you’re clearly not rational right now, so we’re not going to do this…”
House’s voice was trembling but firm, trying for derisive and mocking but not quite making it, as he tried to edge past Wilson, away from the counter; but Wilson grabbed his arm, jerking him back into place.
“Oh, yes, we are…!”
His heart pounding with fear, feeling utterly trapped, House tried to pull free of Wilson’s grasp. “Get your hands off me…”
“I don’t think so, House…”
Finally, House yanked free and pushed Wilson in the chest with both hands, not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough to push him away and allow himself the room to move. Without wasting any more time in argument, House hurried toward the door to the living room, intent on putting some space between him and his lover until Wilson had calmed down.
Wilson had other ideas.
“Oh, no…” He let out a bitter, mirthless laugh as he swiftly caught up with House, grabbing his arm again and pushing him with his other hand, forcing him to back up toward the counter again as he lost his grip on his cane and it crashed to the floor. “… you are not walking out on me…”
“You think you can stop me?”
On the verge of panic, House struggled against Wilson’s grasp, and finally managed to jerk free of his restraining hands – but with enough force to send himself staggering backward, careening around so that he was facing the counter again. Without the aid of his cane, he lost his balance completely and fell to the floor, smashing his face against the edge of the counter in the process.
Dizzy and disoriented, his vision darkened by the impact of the blow, House felt something hot and sticky running down into his eyes, and raised a shaking hand to wipe it away. Before he could, he felt another pair of warm, gentle hands on his arms, urging him to turn around.
“House… my God, what did you do?”
Panicked from pain and confusion, registering the sound of Wilson’s voice as a threat, House tried to fight him off, flailing without sight to push his hands away.
“House, stop it.” Wilson’s voice carried an edge of impatience, but was soft with concern. “You’re going to hurt yourself worse. Stop, let me look at it…”
House went still, breathing hard, tense and trembling as Wilson gently wiped the blood from his face, daubing gently at the cut above his eye where his brow had hit the counter. Wilson moved the cloth and carefully inspected the wound before heading toward the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Stunned, numb, House simply stayed where he was until Wilson returned.
When Wilson reached toward his face again, he flinched, biting his lip, eyes averted in humiliation and shame, hopelessly muddled with his anger and hurt and confusion at what had happened.
“Hey, it’s okay…” Wilson murmured soothingly. “It’s okay… God, House, I just wanted to talk to you…”
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The next morning, House was getting out of the elevator when Cuddy found him. The apprehensive look on her face told him that she was not looking forward to discussing whatever it was she was about to bring up.
“I want to run something by you…” she began, falling into step with him as he walked toward the exit. She paused, frowning, as she looked at him more closely. “What happened to your face?”
House waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve always been this sexy…”
“House.” Cuddy’s voice held a note of maternal warning. “Your eye. What did you do?”
“Cut it,” House replied simply with a shrug. When Cuddy remained waiting for further explanation, he sighed and added, “Cripples with canes and icy sidewalks don’t mix well.”
Cuddy let out a heavy sigh of resignation, shaking her head in silent reproof – but apparently accepting his answer, as she decided to go on with her originally intended topic of conversation.
“Stacy’s husband is going to need close monitoring at the hospital. And since we can definitely use her back here, I’ve offered her a job as general counsel.”
House felt an unsettled sensation building within him, but kept his tone neutral. “Did she say yes?”
“Yes, but… I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first.”
House did not hesitate before responding in a calm, decisive voice, without looking up at her as they reached the exits.
“No.”
Cuddy frowned, surprised, stopping as House turned to face her, eyebrows raised as he waited for her acknowledgement.
“Okay, I… really thought you’d be too proud and stubborn to admit that it meant anything to you at all, and would therefore say yes,” she admitted, finally meeting his eyes. “I actually already hired her back. She’s going to be working here for the next few months, so… I guess the two of you will just need to find a way to get along.”
She turned and headed back toward her own office, leaving House standing in the doorway with a sinking heart, wondering how on earth he was going to explain this development to Wilson.
TBC...
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Date: 2009-03-07 06:13 pm (UTC)Thanks a lot for sharing this emotionally chapter. I like this and I hate this Wilson.
Great fic!
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:09 pm (UTC)thanx so much, hon, glad you liked this update :) *hugs* the next one is up now...
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Date: 2009-03-07 06:19 pm (UTC)I like how you played Wilson's jealousy in this. Very intense in moments. If it wasn't for House smacking his face into the counter, he'd have hit him, I think.
I also enjoyed House's reaction. It appears, that despite blaming himself for everything and being scared of Wilson, he's still willing to fight for himself. Very nice. Not that Wilson'll let him, but still. ^__^
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:10 pm (UTC)and wilson is gradually getting scarier and scarier... that was precisely my intent, to make it appear that house's accidentally injuring himself was all that kept wilson from actually hurting him here, and therefore ironically kept house from seeing how dangerous he really is, yet... if wilson *had* hit him, house probably still would have had the strength to walk away... as it is, he ended up blaming himself... again... :(
thanx so much, hon, glad you enjoyed this chapter :) the next one is up now :)
*Hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-07 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 10:12 pm (UTC)and wilson could definitely use the smack to the face hehe
thanx so much, love, glad you liked this chapter :) the next one is up now, hope you like it :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-07 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 10:13 pm (UTC)speaking of which... the next chapter is up now, hope you enjoy it :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-07 11:17 pm (UTC)I'm glad to see that still there is a part of House that is striving for independence.
But oh boy. Wilson isn't going to be happy that Stacy is sticking around.
Happily awaiting the next installment.
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:14 pm (UTC)thanx so much, hon, glad you liked this chapter :) *hugs* the next chapter is up now, hope you enjoy it :)
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Date: 2009-03-08 06:03 am (UTC)Hey, is Steve McQueen gonna be in this series?
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:15 pm (UTC)thanx, love, the next chapter is up now, hope you enjoy it :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-08 06:11 am (UTC)It occured to me that Wilson here is the person you want to hate, but can't. Especially with the line "I just wanted to talk to you…", I can't help but forgive him, thinking that House acted too rashly, when I know that's not even true. And now he has to explain about Stacy staying.
Poor House.
btw, I was really curious how that scen would play out, and I think you handled it really well.
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:19 pm (UTC)and yeah, he's got all the right answers to make it look like it's house's fault, not his... house over-reacted and jerked away from him... house lied to him... wilson didn't play any part in house's injury... :(
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glad you liked this chapter, hon :) *Hugs* the next one is up now, hope you enjoy :)
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Date: 2009-03-08 06:38 am (UTC)P.S. Wilson really scares me. I going to hide under the bed now.
*Returns to lurking while waiting for next chapter*
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:20 pm (UTC)thanx so much, love, glad you liked this chapter :) *Hugs* the next chapter is up now, hope you enjoy it :)
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:13 am (UTC)Gah, bad, evil, manipulative Wilson!
Great chapter. Need MOAR! ...please? hehe
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:22 pm (UTC)thanx, love, glad you liked :) the next chapter is up now, hope you enjoy :)
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:31 pm (UTC)I'm enjoying this so far and am getting nervous over the next chapters. You're doing a great job of showing Wilson's anger flare in uncontrollable waves. Poor House. =)
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Date: 2009-03-15 03:21 am (UTC)thanx so much, hon, i was so glad to see you'd commented :) *Hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-15 04:28 am (UTC)At least it gave me plenty to catch up on!
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