Date: February 15, 2007
Character(s)/Pairing(s): House and Wilson
Category Submitted for: Song Fic
Spoilers: No Reason
Summary: House and Wilson finally have their moment.
Disclaimer: I do not own House or Wilson. Characters property of David Shore, I'm just borrowing them to play for a little while. I also don't own the song 'Hallelujah' by John Cale.
Wilson had been sitting in his office when his phone rang. "Please...come..." Came the voice from the other end. It was House. He had been acting strangely all day, but it WAS the one year anniversary of the shooting. He knew that House had taken off early. That tone of voice made Wilson almost sick with worry. He forgot about everything that he had been doing.
"I'm on my way. Don't move." He told his friend, hanging up the phone and hurrying out of the office. He didn't know what to expect when he walked in the door, not bothering to knock and using his own key, but it wasn't House sitting at the piano, like he was. The next thing he became aware of was that House was playing the opening chords of his favorite song, Hallelujah, over and over. He had looked up when Wilson entered the apartment and moved swiftly into the song, beginning to sing.
"I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift. The beveled king composing hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah."
Wilson moved over to the piano and sat down on the bench next to House, who seemed to be very much immersed in his music. Wilson loved this song, every time he heard it he could swear he could hear his own soul. He wondered why House was singing it.
"Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw him bathing on the roof. His beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. He tied you to a kitchen chair, he broke your throne, he cut your hair. And from your lips he drew a hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah."
Wilson began to sing softly with House. His voice wasn't nearly as good, but he loved this song and it just seemed right. The two voices came up in unity.
"Maybe I've been here before. I know this room, I walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah." As House sang that last line, his voice broke from emotion, but he continued playing and Wilson continued singing. "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah."
House still continued playing the beautiful melody, but couldn't get his throat to cooperate to the singing. Their eyes connected and Wilson began to sing some more. "Maybe there's a God above. And all I ever learned from love, was how to shoot at someone who out drew you." House found his voice and joined Wilson. "It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah." Both their voices broke off as they stared into each other's eyes, as if seeing each other for the first time. House continued playing, but the words didn't come out of either man. Wilson reached up and took House's jaw in his hand. And slowly, painfully slow, he neared their bodies. And they met in a shy kiss. It was soft and scary and both of their hearts were beating almost painfully. But then the kiss deepened. And they found the missing part of themselves in each other. When they broke apart, House was still playing the piano.
"Hallelujah." Exclaimed Wilson softly, causing House to smile. House quit playing and leaned forward, so their foreheads were touching. Nothing else needed to be said.