Princeton-Plainsboro

Author’s note: Cross-over between episode 6x10 “Wilson” and  8x15 “Blowing the Whistle” – in which House is not faking his illness and Wilson comes to his rescue. Got inspired by and used some dialog from the episodes. House/Wilson friendship, a little pre-slashy, though. Wilson realized around 9 that House had not come in for work. This was not in fact that unusual, but after the other day’s discussions about House’s health – and without any conclusions whatsoever – Wilson had been left with worry towards his friend. He had insisted on running some tests in order to at least prove

As solid as a Wilson Gregory House limped away from the remains that once were his motorbike. There were flames and smoke everywhere that made his vision blurry. He tried to get away from the danger. Danger. Hah. Gregory House didn't know what danger was, he thought bitterly to himself. He sighed as he sat down in the grass. When he looked at his motorbike, he wondered how he actually got there. It seemed like ages ago he was pulling pranks on Wilson… 'Morning sunshine.' House said cheerfully when Wilson came in, still wearing his pyjamas. 'Morning' Wilson grunted back. Dark rings under his eyes showed signs of the long nights at the h

"You will   die." "I don't care." "You should." "But I don't." "You have what? 8 years to live?" "My life's worth less than someone who has a real life span." "Yours is real." "So is hers. Or his. Or yours." "If you do this   you will die ." "And...?" "Don't do this." "Why?" "Please don't do this." "Why are you saying that? You don't even like me!" "I like you more than the seven other idiots in this room." "Oh really?" "Yes. In fact, I especially like your sense of humor." "I don't have a sense of humor." "Yes you do. I mean just look at you!" "What?" "You got all dressed up for this special occasion!" "No I didn't. I always have my hair lik

"I don't believe it," Wilson said, looking frustrated. "Why would he come back after a month and just..." He couldn't pull himself together to say the words. His friend was in the hospital, beaten-up by some detective creep who was able to do anything. The man had caused unbelievably much trouble and pain among House and his team. Even Wilson. House hated him, after he had left him that night where he came into House's apartment and found House lying on the floor, barely conscious because of some pain meds he had stolen. It hadn't been with his good will to just leave House there. It just seemed easier. House had been in so much pain and had

Stopping his car by the sidewalk, Wilson got out and took a deep breath. He hadn't been talking to House all day, and he had heard about the dead patient. He felt a little sorry. He knew how House reacted to exactly that. He would probably get drunk and feel sorry for himself and hate himself for not being able to do anything. So here he was outside House's apartment, looking around, not knowing whether to go inside or not. He decided to walk to the front door, after all. When he reached the door, a man stepped out, and of course Wilson recognized him. He watched Tritter walk away, frowning a little in confusion. What had he been doing ther

Wilson is sitting beside House's bed. He's been sitting there ever since House was placed in the room. It's early morning and the early sunshine is sneaking through the windows. Wilson watches his friend sleep. He's safe and that's the most important thing to Wilson at the moment. I nearly killed my best friend. What was I going to do if it went that way? He holds House's limp hand. He leans his head against his own arm and closes his eyes for a moment. It's only when he feels House pressing his hand, he looks up with an open mouth. He gets up quickly, even though House still looks like someone who's fast asleep. "House?" Wilson almost

-- House is laid on the bed by Wilson, Cuddy and a couple of other doctors. House's team is there. Assists with oxygen, the various gears and ensures that everything is in place. Wilson checks House's pupils. They're still reacting, and Wilson is just for now a bit relieved. But in the confusion of people he loses his relief when the monitor squeaks, repeating the same noises. Wilson doesn't hesitate one second: "He's going into cardiac arrest!" Cuddy's got the defibrillator ready. Wilson makes House clear and then catches the handles on the machine. Cameron covers her mouth with both hands when Wilson shocks House for the first time, a