Full Circle: Chapter Eleven

[emeraldsnakes]

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Title: Friends


 

Tuesday April 19 2005; Princeton Plainsbrough Teaching Hospital; 10:00 am

 

''What are you doing here James?" Cuddy demanded as he walked in the hospital with House. "I told you to stay home."

 

"And do you have any idea what he would do?" House countered. "Hurricane Wilson ripped through his place and destroyed it, you think I want it unleashed on my house next?"

 

Wilson flushed as Cuddy rolled her eyes. "That's your problem, not mine. Go home James."

 

“Oh no, no, no." House protested. "He's staying here and he's working. For me, he'll be working for me. He can be one of my minions.

 

Cuddy frowned, "Why are you being so insistent?"

 

"I really want my house to survive, and he needs to do something."

 

Cuddy looked between the two for a minute before sighing, “Fine but I swear if you make him do too much work you're getting two hundred Clinic hours."

 

She left before either of them could say anything else. House was pleased with himself and Wilson was preparing for a week as House's slave.

 

They were about to go to their offices, but something stopped them. House turned to Wilson, ''You forgot to turn your phone off?"

 

Wilson shrugged, grabbed his phone and answered it. "Wilson."

 

“Jim.”

 

Wilson froze, ''Dad'"

 

House turned to him, surprised.

 

''How are you holding up Jim?"

 

“I..." Wilson paused, "Dad where are you? Come back home, NCIS already knows who killed mom."

 

“NCIS? Who are they?"

 

"They're Navy cops because Da-"Wilson cut himself off once he realized his mouth was running away from him, "The gun was Navy issue."

 

His father was silent. "Dad?" House gripped his shoulder and he unconsciously leaned into it.

 

''How did David get a Navy gun?"

 

Wilson swallowed as his father confirmed what he hadn't really wanted to believe, ''It was stolen from Antonio."

 

“Well, I shouldn't be surprised. Little brat always was the violent one."

 

"What?'' Wilson whispered softly, too softly for his father to pick up.

 

“Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about James. I'm sorry I can't be there with you, but David's coming after me, as you have probably been made aware of. Don't worry though, I'm safe. Once NCIS has gotten Dave I'll return, I promise.”

 

"Dad wai-" he hung up. Wilson looked at his cell for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes

 

"James?" House's soft voice penetrated his self contained bubble.

 

Wilson looked up at House then around at everyone who was at least giving them a decent amount of space but staring.

 

He looked back up at House, "I need to call Agent Gibbs."

 

House nodded and they went up to Wilson's office. Wilson sank into his chair already exhausted and put his head in his hands.

 

"I don't think my father will ever return,” he told House tiredly.

 

House frowned. ''What do you mean?"

 

Wilson shrugged, "I don't think I saw my father the same way my brothers did. He was always the perfect dad to me, and I guess I thought he was the same with David and Antonio. Now though, I'm not so sure, I think he might have hated them or maybe just Antonio - though I haven't a clue why."

 

"Maybe when this is all over you can ask," House said hesitantly.

 

Wilson shorted, "I don't think he'll tell me, not the truth."

 

House sighed, "Then make that call to Agent Gibbs and let’s get to work. We have patients to save."

 

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.O.o.O.

 

Gibbs looked briefly in the rear view mirror and smiled at the sight of Abby hugging Tony. Tony, for the most part, was doing his best not to cry, but Abby was so gentle and loving with him that it was difficult for him not to. Tony needed her, and Gibbs was glad he'd brought her along.

 

They were going to PPTH where Abby would work her magic on James Wilson's phone. Then they were headed to David's apartment. McGee had finally located it, and it was about time too. He’d been getting overly bitchy about it and it wasn't doing his relationship with Tony any good.

 

He glanced in the mirror again, this time a little envious. Abby was so good with dealing with a person's emotional side, and he was inadequate. Most emotions he could just not deal with property but he wanted to, especially for Tony. Maybe he should ask Abby for advice. Gibbs blanched, oh yeah, like that was ever going to happen.

 

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.O.o.O.

 

“Do any of you have any idea what's wrong with our patient?” House demanded, glaring at them all from beside the white board.

 

Wilson banged his head against the table just as the door opened; He didn't bother to lift his head up to see who it was.

 

House chuckled,” Agent Gibbs, good to see you again. I like this companion better than the last one, probably more fun in bed."

 

“House!" Cameron cried startled.

 

Wilson propped his head up on his arms to see what had caused the fuss, and he wasn't disappointed. Gibbs' companion was a beautiful goth girl with her black hair in pigtails, a spider web tattoo on her neck wearing a black shirt with a skull and crossbones on it and black jeans with a chain on them. She had a black, silver spiked choker around her neck and a matching bracelet on each arm.

 

"I don’t know. McGee doesn’t mind sleeping in the coffin with me, "the goth answered.

 

There was a stunned silence for the next minute. Wilson noticed that the goth was quite pleased with herself and Gibbs was just plain amused.

 

''Wow,” House said smiling. "I underestimated that guy."

 

Wilson groaned, breaking the minions' silence. Cameron tried to apologize to the goth and Agent Gibbs but the girl just laughed and said she didn't mind. Chase spluttered and didn’t really know what to say. Foreman just shook his head, annoyed and amused at the same time.

 

House turned to them. "Re-do the blood work and get an MRI of her brain."

 

"What's the point?'' Foreman asked. "The blood we tested this morning was normal and we have no idea what we're looking for on an MRI.

 

"You're looking for anything abnormal," House answered.

 

Chase groaned and stood. "I'll be in the ICU, page me-when you need some actual work done."

 

"Fine," House said loudly, “You're all going to do my Clinic hours.” He smirked. "Have fun kids, mommy will check up on you later."

 

“Are you serious?" Cameron asked as she and Foreman stood.

 

"Do it," House said forcefully, giving them all a glare.

 

When they left he pointed his cane at the table, "Lets get this done as fast as possible."

 

The goth, whose name he later learned was Abby set up her laptop and took his phone with a thank you when he offered it.

 

“What did your father have to say?'' Gibbs asked.

 

Wilson shrugged, "Nothing important, just to say that he was safe."

 

Gibbs nodded and silently stared at him as Abby did her work. Wilson fidgeted under his gaze, unnerved at its intensity and the thinly veiled dislike. He wondered what he had done to deserve that took as Gibbs didn't seem like the type to just not like someone without a reason.

 

House, seeing the look Gibbs was giving James, started staring at Gibbs with the same look. His hidden (from everyone but himself) affection for James was itching to get in the Agent's face and make him talk, insult his pride, his manliness and most definitely his Military mindset. He refrained though because as much as he wanted to, he didn’t want to give James any more grief.

 

"How's it coming Abbs?" Gibbs asked after ten tense minutes.

 

“Just give me a few more minutes Gibbs," Abby answered with a quick glance to him.

 

Gibbs nodded and returned to staring at Wilson. Wilson, too exhausted to really do anything about it, looked towards House to try and avoid him. He really wanted to get out of the room. Actually he wanted House to kick Gibbs out of the room, or maybe it would be nice if Cuddy kicked him out of the entire hospital. Yeah, that would be good.

 

He drifted off into the pretend scenarios where someone, anyone kicked Gibbs out in all the imaginative ways he could come up with, some not even realistically possible. It's his happy world away from the real one and he is incredibly grumpy when House snaps him back to reality.

 

"What?'' he snarled.

 

House just smirked and motioned to Abby who was holding his phone out to him. Wilson flushed and took it with a tiny thanks. Abby smiled kindly and began to pack her stuff up.

 

No one said anything as they left but Abby did wave. However as soon as Gibbs was out the door he looked up and down the halls. Wilson became curious. Gibbs seemed to find what or who he was looking for and yelled, “DiNozzo!"

 

Wilson felt everything in him freeze as he saw a young man race up to Gibbs and Abby with a big smile on his face. He lunged from his seat and went to the door as they headed for the elevator and just watched them walk away, his eyes trained on DiNozzo. Long after they were gone he stood there, staring at empty space, hoping vainly to see the younger agent again.

 

"James?'' he heard House ask as he laid a hand on his shoulder.

 

''That was my brother."

 

He turned to look at House, a forlorn look on his face.

 

“Why did he lie about knowing Antonio?”

 

House shrugged. His eyes widened when Wilson flung himself at him and buried his face into his chest. He was at a loss of what to do. He knew what he wanted to do: make him stop crying (because he was crying now) and kiss him; and he knew what he didn’t want to do: completely fuck up their friendship. House sighed in frustration, bowed his head and kissed the top of James' because it was there, and because he could.

 

What he wouldn't give for James to look up at him, for James to want him and for James to kiss him. What he wouldn't give for all his fantasies of them fucking in his bed to come true. Actually, he’d fantasized abuts about them fucking in many places and oh! were they good. But that wasn't the point. The point was that he wanted James to feel the same way, but he tried hard not to get his hopes up of that ever happening.

 

James looked up at him, red eyed, red faced and messed up hair, ''Can we go home now?"

 

Something about that hit House really hard in the gut. It wasn't so much what he said, as much as how it was said. It was a forever kind of "we" same as “home” and it was home for both of them because they were a "we". The completeness he felt overwhelmed him and on pure instinct he placed a soft kiss on James' mouth. "Yeah, we can go home."