Angel In His Eyes
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Category:
G through L › House
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,394
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own House, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Angel In His Eyes
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I think we all know how things would be. I could rule the world!
AAN//: Written on a whim, inspired ending by Oboro-chan. She's evil. I wrote this kind of as a responce drabble by R.Lynn, my wifey-person. Hope she likes it.
Angel In His Eyes
James Wilson. Oncoligist boy wonder, angel in a white lab coat, Saint Jimmy. He was all these things, and even more. As he slept on the uncomfortable couch, in the one room flat which was all his freind had to offer, steely eyes watched him, as they often stared at a white board of symptoms, or the celing of his office when trying to work a case. There were many things about James Wilson that no one knew, many things that would shock his co-workers. He was a heavy drinker, but only when things went wrong. Unfortunately, things went wrong alot. But the owner of those steel cold eyes was always right there, when he fell from the barstool, or when he fell from another marrage. House would always be there to be the fall back when Wilson got hurt.
No one understood the freindship that seemed to hurt more then help. No one at the Princeton-Plainburo Teaching Hospital understood why Wilson took the mindless fucking abuse that was the everyday contition of friendship with Gregory House. It looked to be all hurt, and all sarcasim and pain. What no one else saw, were the eyes that roved over every inch of Wilson when no one else did, the eyes that stripped him so compleately, and made him feel so whole and so empty at the same time. Wilson may have been a saint, and an angel, and a marvel, but what no one knew, was that the top Diagnostition took the medal for that as well. It was because of him that James Wilson locked away his devious intent, and locked away the same sarcasim that defined House, just to balance the man out.
Everything they did was fuled by one another, and everything that they said was the cause of the other. It was very backwards, and sometimes, they even had trouble with it themselves. If any normal person were to see the way they acted when the other wasen't looking, or when they were behind closed doors, they'd understand immedately the truth that both men turned a blind eye too beause knowing the truth was just too hard. House and Wilson had lives that were complex enough without adding the worst element of all into the make-shift relationship they had now. So Gregory House would continue to stare silently at Wilson when he slept, and wonder all the things he knew to be true and James Wilson would continue to balance that out like the angel he was acclaimed to be. This was their natural order, and both men seemed to take it in stride. Every once in a while, when steely blue met heart warming brown, they'd think the same thing.
"Will I be alone again tonight?"
~End
Cin: So tell me, what did you think? I warn you, flames will only warm my frozen....everything. So flame at your own risk.
AAN//: Written on a whim, inspired ending by Oboro-chan. She's evil. I wrote this kind of as a responce drabble by R.Lynn, my wifey-person. Hope she likes it.
Angel In His Eyes
James Wilson. Oncoligist boy wonder, angel in a white lab coat, Saint Jimmy. He was all these things, and even more. As he slept on the uncomfortable couch, in the one room flat which was all his freind had to offer, steely eyes watched him, as they often stared at a white board of symptoms, or the celing of his office when trying to work a case. There were many things about James Wilson that no one knew, many things that would shock his co-workers. He was a heavy drinker, but only when things went wrong. Unfortunately, things went wrong alot. But the owner of those steel cold eyes was always right there, when he fell from the barstool, or when he fell from another marrage. House would always be there to be the fall back when Wilson got hurt.
No one understood the freindship that seemed to hurt more then help. No one at the Princeton-Plainburo Teaching Hospital understood why Wilson took the mindless fucking abuse that was the everyday contition of friendship with Gregory House. It looked to be all hurt, and all sarcasim and pain. What no one else saw, were the eyes that roved over every inch of Wilson when no one else did, the eyes that stripped him so compleately, and made him feel so whole and so empty at the same time. Wilson may have been a saint, and an angel, and a marvel, but what no one knew, was that the top Diagnostition took the medal for that as well. It was because of him that James Wilson locked away his devious intent, and locked away the same sarcasim that defined House, just to balance the man out.
Everything they did was fuled by one another, and everything that they said was the cause of the other. It was very backwards, and sometimes, they even had trouble with it themselves. If any normal person were to see the way they acted when the other wasen't looking, or when they were behind closed doors, they'd understand immedately the truth that both men turned a blind eye too beause knowing the truth was just too hard. House and Wilson had lives that were complex enough without adding the worst element of all into the make-shift relationship they had now. So Gregory House would continue to stare silently at Wilson when he slept, and wonder all the things he knew to be true and James Wilson would continue to balance that out like the angel he was acclaimed to be. This was their natural order, and both men seemed to take it in stride. Every once in a while, when steely blue met heart warming brown, they'd think the same thing.
"Will I be alone again tonight?"
~End
Cin: So tell me, what did you think? I warn you, flames will only warm my frozen....everything. So flame at your own risk.