Fic : Duncan
Apr. 10th, 2012 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
menolly_auTitle: Duncan
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For 8.16 - Gut Check
Words: Two one hundred word drabbles
Genre: Angst
Summary: After the final scene in 8.16 Wilson and House both contemplate what has happened.
Wilson pottered around the loft, picking up discarded beer bottles and putting them out for recycling, and cleaning the kitchen of the pizza debris. Pizza with House had been... good. He was sure that House was right, he'd make a lousy father, he'd fail at it like he'd failed at all his relationships except being House's friend. He picked up his cellphone and called up the picture of 'Duncan' that Beth had sent him. The kid really did look a lot like him. He stared at the picture for a few moments and then deleted it.
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House sat on the couch back at his apartment and had a glass of scotch to chase down the beer he'd had at Wilson's. He was glad that Wilson had taken the deception well. It was for Wilson's own good after all, he had stupid, idealistic, dreams about being a father. Most people would make lousy fathers, and Wilson was no exception. House had made him realise that his little fantasy of having a child was just that, a dream. Wilson's reality was his job, and his friendship with House. Wilson didn't need anything else.
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For 8.16 - Gut Check
Words: Two one hundred word drabbles
Genre: Angst
Summary: After the final scene in 8.16 Wilson and House both contemplate what has happened.
Wilson pottered around the loft, picking up discarded beer bottles and putting them out for recycling, and cleaning the kitchen of the pizza debris. Pizza with House had been... good. He was sure that House was right, he'd make a lousy father, he'd fail at it like he'd failed at all his relationships except being House's friend. He picked up his cellphone and called up the picture of 'Duncan' that Beth had sent him. The kid really did look a lot like him. He stared at the picture for a few moments and then deleted it.
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House sat on the couch back at his apartment and had a glass of scotch to chase down the beer he'd had at Wilson's. He was glad that Wilson had taken the deception well. It was for Wilson's own good after all, he had stupid, idealistic, dreams about being a father. Most people would make lousy fathers, and Wilson was no exception. House had made him realise that his little fantasy of having a child was just that, a dream. Wilson's reality was his job, and his friendship with House. Wilson didn't need anything else.
