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New Fic: Cup Of Kindness

Title: Cup Of Kindness
Author: Namaste
Summary: A drabble collection. Five times House and Wilson spent New Year's Eve apart, and one New Year's Eve together. 600 words, PG, friendship.
Author's Note: Just a little something, because I wanted to start the year with a little writing, even if other things in life seem beyond my control.
Sample: Wilson keeps an eye on him from a distance, spying across the snowy balcony, or from the alley, not quite sure what it will take to close the gap between them.




1996

"Sucks to be you," House says in the middle of relaying his story of Stacy taking him up on his bet at a strip club on New Year's Eve. "Next year, tell the cancer kids you can't come to their party."

Wilson lets him believe he spent the night in the pediatric ward, rather than confess to driving aimlessly down the street near the bus station, hoping to spot Danny's face on some dark corner.

"So who won the bet?" he asks instead.

"She got twenty bucks off me." House leans in closer. "I would have paid twice that, gladly."


1999

The connection is bad and House's voice fades out for a moment during his rant about Y2K. Wilson reminds himself that's because the cell reception is lousy at his in-law's place, and not some computer glitch.

"Just because Bonnie's a survivalist nutcase doesn't mean you have to be," House says.

"It's a ski lodge," Wilson reminds him, "not some militia bunker."

House grunts.

"You and Stacy could have come up here too."

Wilson is too polite to shoot down his father-in-law's crackpot theories. House wouldn't be, and Wilson wishes he could see the explosion when they meet.


2004

Wilson listens for the strain in House's voice, the one that says he's not trying to pull a fast one this time.

"You think I'd be calling you if I wasn't serious?"

Lately Wilson suspects House has sought escape from something other than pain in Vicodin.

He wishes he could study the lines around House's eyes that deepen on bad days, so he'd know for sure. But Julie begged him to take this vacation, to save their marriage, and he'd given in.

He hears House breathing fast, pictures him hunched over and trembling.

"OK," he says. "I'll call it in."


2006

Wilson parks around the corner, pretending House won't notice. He knows House must see him though, and is making up his own story to fit the situation -- one that doesn't involve a near suicidal overdose on Christmas Eve.

Somehow it's been easy to avoid House, which only means that House wants to avoid him too. If House really wanted to talk to Wilson, he would have done it.

Instead, Wilson keeps an eye on him from a distance, spying across the snowy balcony, or from the alley, not quite sure what it will take to close the gap between them.


2009

Wilson closes on the new loft just before Christmas, when every mover seems to have taken two weeks off. He rents a truck instead, and guilts some residents into helping out.

House tells him he should just leave the old furniture behind. "Moving problem solved," he adds, wiping his hands in the air.

House finds a case just before New Year's and Wilson thinks it'll be easier to move without House's interference. It's dark when he makes the final trip, and firecrackers pop from somewhere down the street. He stands alone in the empty room, wondering where everything should go.


2010

Cuddy assures Wilson he won't be a third wheel. "My sister's going to be there, and my neighbors are stopping by."

But its just the three of them -- four if you count Rachel. "Happy Year!" she shouts, then giggles and scampers from the room.

House hands him a glass. "Start with the hard stuff. The kid is a lot less annoying after a couple of shots."

House sprawls on one end of the couch. "Not much of a party," he says.

"It doesn't have to be," Cuddy says, "does it?"

Wilson finds his seat and takes a drink. "Not always."


Comments

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pwcorgigirl
Jan. 2nd, 2011 03:26 am (UTC)
Oh, these are lovely and make me think that so much of what Wilson does is searching for an antidote to a deep kind of loneliness.
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Wilson does seem to always be looking for an answer to something, doesn't he?
topaz_eyes
Jan. 2nd, 2011 04:43 am (UTC)
Oh, Wilson... the holidays are the worst time to be lonely.
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC)
Agreed. For some, the holidays truly suck.
barefootpuddles
Jan. 2nd, 2011 05:24 am (UTC)
The loneliness comes through in an interesting way - it's not that Wilson is alone on New years eve (some years he is not) it is that he is not with House.

Very nicely done. Everything felt completely IC and fit with canon as well.
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 02:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Seems Wilson is never where he wants to be.
taiga13
Jan. 2nd, 2011 05:43 am (UTC)
These were wonderful. I can imagine Wilson trapped with a crackpot in-law on the night before 2000.
(I hope your loved one's real life situation improves soon.)
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 02:53 pm (UTC)
And it'd be Bonnie with the crackpot relative, wouldn't it? (And thanks. Things are still critical, but very, very, very slowly improving.)
blackmare
Jan. 2nd, 2011 07:17 am (UTC)
What comes through here for me is that they both want to have the other one around, that even when they're with other people they care about, they miss each other.

I especially love the 1999 scene. Man, was I ever glad when that whole Y2K insanity ended.
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 02:54 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I couldn't resist a Y2K reference.
maldeluxx
Jan. 2nd, 2011 11:20 am (UTC)
*hugs Wilson*
*hugs House too*

<3
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 02:54 pm (UTC)
*accepts hugs on their behalf*
bmax67
Jan. 2nd, 2011 01:40 pm (UTC)
Love these. You have such a wonderful subtlety in your writing. Does that make sense?

I feel for both characters.
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 03:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks. And it not only makes sense, it's what I strive for.
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namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I've always been fascinated by Wilson's reticence to express his true feelings and wishes. Buying the bed was a great scene for that.
hibernia1
Jan. 2nd, 2011 05:55 pm (UTC)
I love them. Poor Wilson, always looking for... belonging somewhere, I guess. I loved House's antidote to the kid being annoying. I'm sure he's right, too!

Also, keeping you in my thoughts & prayers *HUGS*
namasteyoga
Jan. 2nd, 2011 07:25 pm (UTC)
I've known toddlers who are charming, and ones that drive you to drink. Of course I think most toddlers would drive House to drink sooner or later.

And thanks.
betony11
Jan. 2nd, 2011 10:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the story. As great as all your others.
namasteyoga
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)
Thanks. Hopefully real life will relent and give me more time to write soon.
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