A/N: Yeah, I suck at the update thing. Comments? Concrit?


"And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm." -John Dryden

Faith

House is a bastard. He is a drug addict and will try and push Wilson until something shatters. Things have shattered and been repaired chaotically. After all, Tritter is still fresh in both of their minds. Wilson knows House doesn't trust him completely, and he can't blame him.

So, as House plays his game in order to find a new team, Wilson trusts that he knows what he's doing. Yes, it's insane, but House always was a mad genius of sorts and could handle it. When House fries himself, Wilson prescribes painkillers and leaves. He goes home to a hotel and cries.

Wilson trusts House to be in control of what he does. The thought of House accepting the chance that his experiment in 'almost killing himself' might end up as actual suicide frightens him. Wilson allows his confidence to falter, briefly.

Hope

Cancer patients almost always have some chance of survival. From children who learn to walk in-between radiation treatments to grandmothers with skin like leather and stories to tell. They all could beat it. So when he explains to Mrs. Martin that her son, Eric, has come out of remission for the second time, they both know that statistics are against them.

When Eric fails to respond to both chemo and radiation, Wilson knows the chances are grim. The boy refuses to eat most of the time and rarely talks. Mrs. Martin spends most of her time in the chapel, praying to someone only she knows.

Still, Wilson smiles when he sees either of them. Eric might be the long shot who beats the odds.

Charity

House complains about how willingly he opens his heart and wallet to others. Wilson doesn't care and tosses another dollar in the donation bin just to piss him off. Money is money, in Wilson's opinion. You can't take it with you when you're gone and when you have it you only worry about it.

He'd rather give it to someone who can't afford rent. People who are staring enviously in huddled masses at him when he walks by in the dead of winter. Children who are dirty and forgotten as they scatter like alley cats. Wilson wants to help them, but they are stubborn and would happily bite the hand that feeds them.

A few have refused his money. Most take it cautiously, looking for the con. It's to these people he gives more. It's in these people's faces that his brother's features linger in.

Fortitude

Being a doctor takes its toll on Wilson. He's chosen a particularly draining specialty, and he's a department head. Wilson is also friends with House, but recently they've toed the gray line of 'friends' and 'something else entirely'. At age thirty-six, Wilson is balancing all this with a smile for everyone.

When he was in his first year of residency, a girl asked if he was Super-Man. Wilson had told her he couldn't fly, but she seemed pleased with his answer. Her name was Alice and she had been six years old. For Christmas she gave him a tie with the Super-Man logo and said that she wouldn't tell anyone his real identity. She was the first patient Wilson ever lost.

Now, Wilson envisions her electric blue eyes staring up with admiration whenever is grows weary of life. His burden becomes lighter.

Justice

As he writes a script for House, he no longer feels guilty. The universe, in simplest terms, has been a total bitch to the older man. Wilson remembers when House was, well not cheery per say, but at least he hadn't been so bitter.

Then came The Infarction. (In his mind, Wilson sees this event as colossal. He feels it deserves to be capitalized.) After The Infarction came, Stacey went. House broke farther away from society. Wilson pities him. Volger came, then Stacey, and finally Tritter. House seems to be overwhelmed. Wilson watches as his friend suffers.

It only seems fair to help House. If prescriptions were the only way to ease the pain, how can Wilson deny him?

Temperance

Wilson likes to imagine himself as Mr. Nice Guy. (Someone has to counter-react House's permanent state of PMS.) Still, there are sometimes when he wishes he could just smack people. The list of those people include: House, Volger, House, Stacey, House, Tritter, and, naturally, House.

When a Kelsey, a new nurse, asks Wilson to help her find the cafeteria, he agrees. The girl now will work in his department, so it can't hurt to be nice, right? They chat as they go through the lunch line. When they find a table, Wilson pretends that he doesn't see House stalking them.

Over time, he notices that Kelsey seems to linger when she walks in on Wilson with a patient. Soon, she asks him out. On a date. In which she hopes to talk about things that don't involve patient charts.

Wilson turns her down, politely, but she is a stubborn thing and continues to pursue. After a few weeks of this, Wilson is almost ready to add her to his Smacking List. He doesn't though, hell, he doesn't even say anything remotely mean.

Kelsey turned in her resignation paperwork.

Prudence

They are in some bar, in what might be the worst part of Jersey. (And that's saying something.) Wilson watches carefully as House orders drink after drink. The oncologist himself is satisfied with soda.

The bar is practically empty, only a few lonely souls remain on the other side of the large room. Large, dark room, Wilson thinks as he slides closer to House, A large dark room, where no one would notice a pair of guys slip into the bathroom for a little bit.

Still, not everyone understands, so Wilson waits until they get home to pin House up against a wall.