A/N: I'd be oh so happy if I could keep you in suspense a little bit longer, but I have to say 'good bye' to my laptop for about a week and I'm not that cruel *evil chuckle*
So, it's the final chapter. Thanks for reading and leaving comments. I'm glad you enjoy my work.
*hugs you all*
...I fainted. Pathetic, I know. But it was almost noon and all I had in my stomach was Vicodin, coffee and few old crackers, and in my hand I held a proof that Wilson had been cheating on me... Who wouldn't faint in a situation like this?!
I don't know how much time passed, but when I started to come to consciousness, I realized with surprise that instead of hard floor there was a familiar, warm lap under my back.
"House, you idiot, what have you done to yourself this time?? Open your eyes..." I heard Wilson's worried voice.
Perfect! Why couldn't I crack my skull when I fell? With a little luck my body would be already on it's way to the morgue and my soul would be wandering around Hell, or some other place much better than here...
"House? Can you hear me? Come on, wake up already! Don't do this to me..."
Actually, why not? Because instead of meeting your lady you would have to sit next to my bed, or make funeral arrangements, to save your reputation? It would be fun to watch from somewhere above, as you suffer through several months of mourning, so that people wouldn't talk about how soon you found "comfort"...
He checked the pulse on my neck with one hand, the other gently stroked my face.
I knew I wouldn't manage to die here and now, so I slowly opened my eyes.
"House... Thank God..."
I saw Wilson leaning over me. His eyes were moist and panic was being slowly replaced by relief. Two-faced son of a bitch...
"House, what the hell happened?..."
I shot him a hateful look and opened my fist, still holding that fucking napkin.
He looked at it, then at my face, and again at the napkin. Uncertainty and embarrassment appeared on his face, as if he were waiting for an explanation. But after a while he understood and... started laughing hysterically. Until tears were streaming down his face...
I wanted to sit up, to show him that I could take care of myself, that I didn't need him, but my head spun and I fell back into him, and he held my arms. I waited for him to say something, but he was laughing so hard that he couldn't get a single word out. Finally he reached inside his pocket, took out a key-ring and threw it on my stomach. The keys seemed familiar and for a moment I thought he decided to give me back the keys to the apartment. After so many years... Just like that... But I soon realized these weren't the keys to my place. Even so, I had seen them before somewhere...
Finally Wilson regained his composure and looked at me... with affection?
"House... Never in my life did I think that I should expect this from you..." he shook his head in disbelief.
And what did you expect after so many years?! That we would kiss goodbye and then I would stand in a doorway waving a white handkerchief?!
"Were you really that jealous of me?..."
No, damn it! I only cared about the Vicodin prescriptions!
He leaned down to kiss me, but I shoved him away and finally sat up. The keys landed on the floor with a clink.
"Why don't you cut the crap?! Pack your things and get the fuck out of here! Do you want me to call her to pick you up?" I threw the crumpled napkin at him.
Wilson's face became serious.
"Understand, House, I'm not cheating on you!" he said with complete sincerity, looking me straight in the eye. "It never even cross my mind..."
"Right. And I just missed the moment when you started writing down important phone numbers on napkins with lipstick!"
"No... It's not like this, House... It's just Sharon..."
Of course, that explains everything...
He must have noticed my irritation, because he quickly added: "Sharon is Bonnie's friend. She works in real estate too..." He stopped.
I sent him a would-you-cut-to-the-chase-already?! look. Wilson smiled nervously.
"You know, I thought we could use a... change. I called Bonnie to ask her if she didn't have any houses out of town. She told me that Sharon dealt with it... And she found that house for me... The one we went to a week ago..." He stopped again, waiting for me to say something, but I preferred to wait for him to explain everything. "She showed me the photos, but I explained to her that I had to know your opinion first, so she gave me the keys..."
Right, now I remembered. I saw them when he dropped them, because while he was trying to lock the door after are weekend trip, I was trying to give him a hickey...
"I met her on Tuesday..."
"...She told me to call the owner and go over the details... And she wrote his number down for me..."
"None of you had a pen?" I asked sarcastically.
Wilson laughed, clearly embarrassed. "It just happened like this..."
"Then why all the mystery? Why couldn't you just tell me?"
"I knew how you would react..."
"And how is that?"
"You would yell that it's stupid... And besides, it was supposed to be a surprise..." he looked at me uncertainly.
"It is stupid. And I hate surprises" I smiled at him with exasperation. "God, Wilson, how do I put up with you?..."
He shrugged. So like Jimmy...
"Did you buy the house in the end?"
"Yeah... I couldn't come to an agreement with the guy, but finally we settled it. I got the keys today... Maybe..." he hesitated and looked at me. I nodded impatiently. "Maybe we can eat something and go there?"
I felt like an idiot after all this, but I would never tell him this. The only way between admitting I was wrong and going along with it was agreeing to a trip...
All that had happened about twenty four hours ago. Now I was laying down, propped up on my elbow and watching sleeping Wilson. His lightly tanned skin nicely contrasted with white sheets.
I was surprised when after arriving he insisted that he had to mow the front lawn.
"You know, there are at least several things we could be doing together..." I begun, giving him a meaningful look.
But when he stood in front of me and took off his t-shirt...
"If you ever get bored with oncology, I know that club..." I said when he threw the t-shirt at me.
"I don't believe that you would be willing to share the view with anyone" he laughed and got back to work.
"I think you're right" I said finally, unable to tear my eyes from him.
Now I couldn't do it either. As always I regretted that I didn't get a chance to watch him sleep more often. He looks so... How could I suspect him of an affair?! Saying nothing of his past. For a moment I felt anger that someone had watched the same thing I did... On the other hand - I don't think anyone ever had a chance to catch the smell of whipped cream coming from Wilson...
After the long night yesterday we didn't have the energy to shower. And Wilson said the sheets had to be washed anyway (or burned), so we just fell asleep, not worried about anything.
The memory of last night made me lean down and touch his shoulder with my lips. Feeling the sweet taste of his skin I smiled, without breaking the contact.
"Mmm... House... What's going on?" he asked, his voice heavy with sleep. Apparently he wasn't sleeping as soundly as I thought.
"I have to go to the hospital right away" I said, completely serious. "Some emergency..."
He smiled when he heard that obvious lie and opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and for one second a flash of panic appeared on his face - as always when he realized that he was in bed and it was already past eight. Right now it was almost noon.
He turned towards me.
"Do you think you can get a hangover from the whipped cream?..."
"Only if you mix it with a bottle of wine."
"God..." he moaned pitifully and I couldn't keep from smiling.
After a while Wilson sat up and stretched... Well, at least he tried, because when he lifted his arms, he hissed and fell back on the pillows with a pained expression.
"I told you you were made for greater things than mowing lawns..."
He sent me a displeased look and I bent down to kiss him.
"And I'm all sticky..." he muttered with distaste. "And so are you."
"I know how to get rid of the headache and the excess whipped cream..." I whispered into his ear and glanced towards the bathroom.
Happy sparks appeared in the chocolate eyes. "Do you mean...?"
"No" I interrupted him curtly, returning to my half of the bed. "I just wanted to sleep a while longer, while you're getting yourself back to working order."
Now he propped himself on his elbow. His expression said something between 'I hate you and you know it' and 'pleasepleasepleaseplease...'
"Wake me up when you make something to eat. I'm starving" I said indifferently and closed my eyes.
I heard a quiet snort and in my imagination I could see Wilson get up and drag himself towards the bathroom...
But, to my surprise, my little Jimmy tore the blanket off me and one second later he was on top of me, planting frantic kisses on my face. I opened my eyes and looked at him with interest.
"Either you get your ass to the bathroom right now, or you're walking back home..." he said and went back to kissing.
Well, as I said - Wilson can be very convincing if he wants to...
Two hours later I was sitting on out porch, waiting for Wilson to pack up our stuff.
I wanted to stay in our little love nest until evening, but Wilson said decisively that he didn't plan the trip and there was a pile of paperwork waiting for him at home. He will never change...
He finally came with two bags and carried them straight to the car. Then he disappeared inside the house for a moment and came back to the porch with a beer for me and a diet coke for him. He sat next to me and smiled without a word. I smiled back and emptied half of my bottle in one swig. For a while we sat quietly, both lost in our own thoughts. Finally I decided to break the silence.
He looked at me with surprise, raising his eyebrows.
"What... What I said on Thursday..." I regretted even opening my mouth. What the hell was I supposed to say now?! "What I said on Thursday was actually your fault. You shouldn't have behaved like you were cheating on me..."
Wilson thought about it for a moment and then he turned to me.
"Was that... an apology?..."
I nodded curtly. "Yeah..."
He hugged me and pulled me to him.
"I love you" he said with mock indifference, finishing up his coke.
"Me, too" I sighed.
He pushed me with a slight smile. That was the only answer he could expect from me, most of the time. He got up and handed me my cane.
"Get up. I don't want to get stuck in traffic all evening."
He locked the door and, just to make sure, checked all the windows to see if any were left open. I was waiting for him on the porch steps and then together - as always, side by side - we walked to the car.
I glanced behind me, at our house... I couldn't stop myself - I put my arm around his waist, pulled him close and kiss him hard. As always, he returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm.
"Yeah" I muttered, when I broke off the kiss. "Now we can go."
A/N once again: Btw, if someone has an idea of a plot for similar story, PLEASE let me know. I'd like to write something like this again ;-) (though I can't promise I'll find someone who'll translate it from Polish into English *sulks* )