Fly Free Little WIP #5 -- The [Spoiler]
Mar. 20th, 2012 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nightdog_barksSo I watched House last night (and enjoyed it). But when I saw the promo for episode 8.15, I had to smile, because way back in December of 2006 I wrote 484 words about one of those very plot points. So ... warning, for a possible spoiler (since the promo engineers at the show are Very Clever Squirrels and the actual plot point may turn out to be nothing). Read at your own risk.
The Physician's Boy
He had always known his world would end this way, House walking on him unannounced (as always), just in time to see the photograph and its accompanying letter slip from his suddenly nerveless fingers.
He was aware of House's sharp glance taking in the scene -- Wilson, sitting frozen at his desk, the envelope with its Canadian stamp -- and then House was swooping in, sitting down, and grabbing the photo. Wilson considered trying to stop him, but a curious paralysis seemed have settled over his limbs, and he could only watch as House looked closely at the small photo.
Wilson knew what he was seeing -- a young boy, dressed in a blue and gold ice hockey uniform, "Eagles" stitched in white across the front. A shock of floppy brown hair fell across the boy's forehead, and his nose was sprinkled with light freckles. Dark hawk eyes were set above oh-so-high cheekbones --
House looked up, sharply.
"This isn't Zach or Henry," he said, naming Wilson's nephews.
Wilson shook his head, numbly. He didn't trust himself to speak just yet.
House looked back down at the photo. "Too recent," he said, running through the other possibilities. "Not David. Not Jonathan." He glanced up at Wilson for confirmation. "Not your dad. Not ... you."
From the look of triumph spreading across House's face, Wilson knew whatever hope he had had of keeping this secret was gone forever. House had solved the puzzle, and worse than that, House was grinning.
"Oh, Jimmy," House crowed. "You dog! Who would've thought?"
Wilson leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. "House," he moaned. "This isn't funny."
"Well, not to you maybe," House conceded. "To me this is a daytime drama come true." He settled back in his chair, making himself comfortable. "Want to tell me about it?"
"Would it matter if I said no?"
House pretended to consider the question. "No."
*******
"We only had sex once!"
"That's all it takes," House replied, popping another gumdrop into his mouth. "Didn't they teach you that in medical school? Oh, wait -- that's where you were having unprotected sex with your landlord's daughter."
"It wasn't like that," Wilson growled.
"No? Tell me what it was like, then."
Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "It must've been right after graduation," he said.
House nodded. "Celebratory sex. Always good."
Wilson glared at him. "I keep telling you it wasn't like that. I was going on to XXXXXXXX and she was staying in Montreal. We'd agreed the entire time it wasn't going to lead to anything serious."
House picked up the photo from the desk again.
"Well, judging by this," he said thoughtfully. "I'd say it led to something very serious."
He handed the photo back to Wilson, who leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah," Wilson agreed. "Very serious." He studied the photo again. It hadn't changed.
It was his son.
************
And there you have it. A son, conceived when Wilson was an undergrad, freezing his 'nads off at McGill. As to how this was going to end ... well, it was six years ago, and it's pretty hard to remember, but I'm fairly sure it involved a road trip up to Montreal, with House tagging along because, c'mon, he's House. Also, in this 'verse, this really was Wilson's son, and Wilson would have stayed involved in his life (although the boy would've stayed in Montreal with his mom). The boy was turning 13, and the mom knew that if she and Wilson had managed to stay together all this time, he would have been having a bar mitzvah. :-D
The Physician's Boy
He had always known his world would end this way, House walking on him unannounced (as always), just in time to see the photograph and its accompanying letter slip from his suddenly nerveless fingers.
He was aware of House's sharp glance taking in the scene -- Wilson, sitting frozen at his desk, the envelope with its Canadian stamp -- and then House was swooping in, sitting down, and grabbing the photo. Wilson considered trying to stop him, but a curious paralysis seemed have settled over his limbs, and he could only watch as House looked closely at the small photo.
Wilson knew what he was seeing -- a young boy, dressed in a blue and gold ice hockey uniform, "Eagles" stitched in white across the front. A shock of floppy brown hair fell across the boy's forehead, and his nose was sprinkled with light freckles. Dark hawk eyes were set above oh-so-high cheekbones --
House looked up, sharply.
"This isn't Zach or Henry," he said, naming Wilson's nephews.
Wilson shook his head, numbly. He didn't trust himself to speak just yet.
House looked back down at the photo. "Too recent," he said, running through the other possibilities. "Not David. Not Jonathan." He glanced up at Wilson for confirmation. "Not your dad. Not ... you."
From the look of triumph spreading across House's face, Wilson knew whatever hope he had had of keeping this secret was gone forever. House had solved the puzzle, and worse than that, House was grinning.
"Oh, Jimmy," House crowed. "You dog! Who would've thought?"
Wilson leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. "House," he moaned. "This isn't funny."
"Well, not to you maybe," House conceded. "To me this is a daytime drama come true." He settled back in his chair, making himself comfortable. "Want to tell me about it?"
"Would it matter if I said no?"
House pretended to consider the question. "No."
*******
"We only had sex once!"
"That's all it takes," House replied, popping another gumdrop into his mouth. "Didn't they teach you that in medical school? Oh, wait -- that's where you were having unprotected sex with your landlord's daughter."
"It wasn't like that," Wilson growled.
"No? Tell me what it was like, then."
Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "It must've been right after graduation," he said.
House nodded. "Celebratory sex. Always good."
Wilson glared at him. "I keep telling you it wasn't like that. I was going on to XXXXXXXX and she was staying in Montreal. We'd agreed the entire time it wasn't going to lead to anything serious."
House picked up the photo from the desk again.
"Well, judging by this," he said thoughtfully. "I'd say it led to something very serious."
He handed the photo back to Wilson, who leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah," Wilson agreed. "Very serious." He studied the photo again. It hadn't changed.
It was his son.
And there you have it. A son, conceived when Wilson was an undergrad, freezing his 'nads off at McGill. As to how this was going to end ... well, it was six years ago, and it's pretty hard to remember, but I'm fairly sure it involved a road trip up to Montreal, with House tagging along because, c'mon, he's House. Also, in this 'verse, this really was Wilson's son, and Wilson would have stayed involved in his life (although the boy would've stayed in Montreal with his mom). The boy was turning 13, and the mom knew that if she and Wilson had managed to stay together all this time, he would have been having a bar mitzvah. :-D
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Date: 2012-03-20 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 09:57 pm (UTC)♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2012-03-20 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 10:30 pm (UTC):-D
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Date: 2012-03-21 02:39 am (UTC)Absolutely! :) I realized at one point writing a kidfic that Wilson would be so happy to have a little person who actually listens when he tries to explain the difference between right and wrong. ♥
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Date: 2012-03-21 05:55 pm (UTC)That's what makes being a parent so scary, though. I mean, House is already pre-messed up (and he does listen): if Wilson had a kid of his own, he'd be worrying himself insane about whether he's a good enough father.
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Date: 2012-03-21 07:44 pm (UTC)Whereas a kid who grew up with Wilson as a father would (before the teenage years, of course) pay more attention to Wilson's wisdom and give a little more in the give-and-take of conversation about the wisdom. Of course Wilson would worry about being a good-enough father, but the hugs, kisses, and words of affection he'd get from a kid he raised would be wonderfully reassuring to him.
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Date: 2012-03-21 08:07 pm (UTC)(tries hard to remember own child saying "you're right, mom)(fails miserably)(tries to remember self honestly telling own mother "you're right")(ditto).
hugs, kisses, and words of affection
There you definitely have a point. If Wilson is to take care of House in satisfactory way, House has to reassure him with all of the above. Plus a couple of other ways his kids definitely should avoid ;).
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Date: 2012-03-21 08:31 pm (UTC)Partly that's because House is an ornery cuss, and partly that's because Wilson is not actually his parent.
HOWEVER, you and I are in absolute agreement about the advisability of more physical and verbal affection between House and Wilson -- in both directions. Yes.
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Date: 2012-03-21 08:56 pm (UTC)My first thought was actually Wilson's kids would never put the milk in the fridge door, but in this sense you're definitely and totally right.
HOWEVER, (...) Yes.
I thought that might be a point of agreement :). And yes, in both directions.
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Date: 2012-03-21 03:38 am (UTC)It did occur to me that if the tidbit in the promo turns out to be true (I'm thinking it's not) it would be more interesting if Wilson knew from the beginning and chose to stay out of the boy's life for his own messed-up reasons.
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Date: 2012-03-21 05:59 pm (UTC)oh-so-high cheekbones
are not necessarily inherited /tmi.