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Fic : Divine Intervention

Title: Divine Intervention
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For the finale
Words: approx 1800
Warnings : Contains religious themes - no offense is meant to anyone's religious beliefs or lack thereof.
Summary: It's been a few months since the finale and the end is coming for Wilson. The last person House wants to see is Amber.

A/N - Thanks to

damigella_314 for reading, suggestions, full stop insertion and reassurance :)

This story came out of a conversation in the Six Word Stories challenge at Camp Sick!Wilson.

This is an entry in the Cure!Wilson challenge at Camp Sick!Wilson.

petitecuriosity has posed an awesome video trailer for this fic.

House began to wearily clean up the cabin. Wilson was sleeping, the last round of medications having finally kicked in. He should be good for another four hours now, before waking up in pain and the cycle starting again. Overcome by a wave of weariness House sat down heavily on his bed and closed his eyes for a moment. He knew the time was coming, soon, when Wilson would ask for an extra dose of morphine, enough to end his pain forever. And House would give it to him, and then Wilson would be gone.

"And what will you do then?" A voice interrupted his reverie. He recognised the voice of course and for a moment resisted opening his eyes. He couldn't deal with this, not today, not with Wilson lying right there. There was an amused, feminine laugh and he sighed.

"I wish you'd stay dead," he said, opening his eyes to stare at Amber. "This is getting really old."

"Would you prefer Kutner?" The image of Amber morphed into that of Kutner, "or maybe Stacy? Or Cuddy? Or Cameron?" As she spoke she changed in quick succession to the people in question, "Or maybe John?" House stared at the image of his late, unlamented, father in his full Marine dress uniform, just as he had seen him lying in his coffin.

"No thanks, if I'm going to have to listen to this give me Amber back, at least she knows she's a bitch."

Amber reappeared with a laugh and sat on the edge of his bed. Her attention was caught by the sleeping Wilson and her features softened. "He doesn't have much longer does he?"

"No," House said abruptly, "so say what you're here to say. Am I on the wrong path? Screwing things up in my usual miserable way?" He scrubbed his eyes, he was so tired, tired of knowing that whatever he did he was ultimately going to fail. Wilson was going to die. Nothing he did could change that.

"No, for once you're doing well, you showed him how much you cared, eventually, by throwing everything away to be with him. We're quite impressed. Well, we would have been more impressed if you'd managed to do it without permanently burning your bridges. But still, it's a step forward. He's lucky to have you."

"We're? " House latched onto the word, talking to himself like this was weird enough, although he was beginning to get used to it, but if he was going to start referring to himself as 'we' maybe it was time to call Nolan and get a room ready.

Amber laughed, that little laugh of hers that meant she was laughing at him, not with him. "Who do you think I am?"

House rolled his eyes, he thought they'd established this long ago. "You're me, well the part of me that is a controlling, manipulative, cut throat bitch who refuses to die, anyway."

"The part of you that is in love with Wilson, maybe?" She gave that annoying smile and House couldn't help glancing over at Wilson, who was luckily still asleep and not witnessing House talking to himself like a lunatic.

"Oh, don't worry, House, your secret is safe with me. You're wrong by the way, I'm not you."

"Sure you're not, you're an angel sent down from heaven to guide me along the path to true happiness."

"Close, but no cigar." Amber got up and came and sat next to him on the bed, putting her hand on his leg. She lent in close and whispered in his ear, "I'm not the hired help, I'm the man himself. I'm God."

"God is a woman?"

"God is anything she wants to be. Would you be more convinced if I looked like this?" Amber changed into an old white haired man with a beard, leaning on a staff, a halo of light surrounding him. House shook his head, he must have had a bad batch of Vicodin if it was making him hallucinate like this. Though he'd actually been cutting back lately, with Wilson to keep an eye on, he hadn't been drinking either, or doing heroin, maybe he really had gone off the deep end this time.

"Look, I don't care what you call yourself. I need to get some rest before Wilson wakes up, so if you'd just..." he waved his hand at the ceiling, hoping that the old man would disappear, taking the rest of the cast with him.

"No, we need to talk." 'God' disappeared and Kutner reappeared. House wished they'd settle on someone who wasn't dead, as long as it wasn't Stacy with the baby again because that was just plain creepy.

"No conversation that starts like that ends well."

"I've never had an angel as stubborn as you are."

House blinked, an angel? "Sorry, no wings."

"Wings are so last century. What? You're surprised that a messenger of God would be a middle aged man who walks with a cane and has a bad attitude?"

"And is an atheist, sleeps with hookers and has done jail time," House pointed out. This conversation was so insane, maybe he was in Mayfield already but just didn't know it.

"It takes all sorts," Kutner shrugged, "some of my angels are truly beautiful people who help guide the sick and lost, some are well... like you. You all do my work."

"I don't do any good deeds."

"You heal my people."

"You could do that yourself."

Kutner shook his head. "No, that's not how it works. I only intervene in rare cases. That's why I have angels. You're a very special person, House, haven't you ever realised that? Haven't you noticed how people are drawn to you?"

"I've noticed I make them miserable."

Kutner shook his head sadly. "Only if they want to be miserable. You save lives, House. You change people. It's not an easy life for you, but you make a difference."

"Okay, if it makes you happy, I'm an angel - sent down from heaven to heal the masses. Great, glad to have cleared that up. Can you go now?"

"Don't you want to know why I'm here now, why I've chosen to reveal this to you?"

"Not really."

"You've done well, you deserve a reward, my son."

"Don't start with the 'my son' crap," House muttered, although his heart was beating faster. He admonished himself for being foolish. There was no such thing as God. He was just hallucinating as usual, or having a bad trip, or had just gone off the deep end. 'God' was not going to grant him his wish.

"Is there one thing you want above all else?" Kutner asked gently.

Against his will House rose and moved over to Wilson's bed, kneeling beside it and staring at the sleeping man, one hand gently going out to smooth his hair away from his pain lined face. "You know there is," he said, "damn you, you know there is."

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, into Amber's eyes. She wiped a tear from his face. "Then you shall have it."

He looked back at Wilson, damning himself for believing, even for a moment, that a miracle was going to happen. Wilson slept on, oblivious. House rose to his feet, turning around angrily but Amber was gone. He shook his head, maybe he should give up the Vicodin altogether. Maybe once Wilson was gone. He cut the thought off, he wasn't making any plans for that.

He made his way over to the other bed, he was tired, he'd just get in a little rest before Wilson woke up. He closed his eyes, half expecting to hear Amber, or Kutner, of whoever the hell decided to turn up, but there was only silence.

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He awoke to the smell of something cooking and the sound of someone tunelessly whistling. His eyes shot open and he looked across the room to see Wilson standing in front of the stovetop, a frypan in his hand. A couple of pieces of bread were in the toaster and by the sounds of it coffee was brewing.

"Wilson?" Wilson had barely been able to stand these last few days, and hadn't eaten anything past a few mouthfuls of soup.

Wilson turned and looked at him, a grin on his face. "Hey House, I feel a lot better this morning, better than I have in weeks for some reason. I made some breakfast."

In a daze House made his way over to the small table and sat down. Wilson gave him a plate of eggs and toast.

"There's not much food here," he frowned, "we need to get in some supplies while I'm feeling better. I'll come out with you this morning, otherwise you'll just end up buying junk food again."

"You'll come out with me," House repeated, still floundering at this turn of events. Wilson was feeling better. He wanted to grab Wilson and hug him and never let him go again, but that wasn't what they did. Instead he picked up the piece of toast and turned it over, scowling at the blackened back. "This is burnt. I don't want burnt toast."

"Well, House, you can't always get what you want," Wilson said, still smiling.

No, House thought, but sometimes, just sometimes, you can get what you need.

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They were walking down the main street of this one horse town in this part of America that time, and cell phone reception, had apparently forgotten when House saw her. She was walking slowly, carefully, her balance just a little bit off, one leg slightly hesitant when she walked. His mind began clicking over, with symptoms and diagnoses.

"House?" Wilson said, noticing that House had stopped. "You coming?"

House looked back at his friend, his suddenly healthy friend and then back at the woman. She was apparently having more problems now, her gait becoming even less certain.

"You go ahead," he said. "There's something I need to do first."

The End

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Yay!!! Anopther cure!Wilson fic. And with divine intervention yet. Love God as Kutner and the like.

"You're me, well the part of me that is a controlling, manipulative, cut throat bitch who refuses to die, anyway."

"The part of you that is in love with Wilson, maybe?"

Exactly. It is the same perseverance part of him. The obsessive part that won't let go. Especially won't let go of Wilson.

Very IC too considering the subject matter. I can see House fighting the idea right up until he sees the proof, and then instead of telling Wilson about God, or being an angel, or even that he loves him, covering up the whole thing with a complaint about the toast.

I thought divine intervention and House were such a good combination that I had to give it a try :) I'm not sure if House could explain it to Wilson, even if he wanted to :) Thanks for reading!

I really, really loved this fic. It's fantastically written as usual, it gives Wilson a perfectly logical reason to go from dying to healthy, and it even gives House a push to go back to diagnostics, and it seems likely that some minor miracle (let's call it lucky coincidence) will soon enable him to practice medicine again.

I also liked Wilson's behavior, the more I read it and the more it really makes sense that he'd accept feeling better without questions and go back to his TLC operating mode towards House. I particularly liked the who-cleans symbology for Wilson's health.

The ODC reminds me of my favorite parable, that of the talents: House's gift should not go wasted.

Memmed.

Wilson might have some questions down the track when he finds out he's permanently better, I'd love to see House trying to explain to him that he's an angel and God was doing him a favour by curing Wilson - I'm not sure House believes even now :)

Glad you liked it and thanks again for your help with it :)

Lovely story. House might not believe in God, but that doesn't mean he can't be a recipient if there is a higher power. I like how a case is made for him being an angel. At the risk of disregarding what's good for him, he saves people.

*mems*

Thanks! House isn't going to say no if there's any chance at all of Wilson being cured. Thanks for reading and meming :)

Awwww!!! Love it. I Really love it. n____________________n

Thanks! Glad you liked it :)

Amber as God? I love it! I'm sure there's a deity out there somewhere who'd claim House. I like that Wilson gets well and House goes back to puzzle solving. He lost his way the past 2 seasons, and so it's good to see him get back to his old self.

Rewatching the early episodes for the House rewatching community it's apparent how less involved House was with the DDXs and the patient in the later seasons, by season 8 he barely seemed interested at all. It seems he really lost something there. Glad you liked him getting that spark back here. Thanks for reading :)

This was really interesting, and so well-written! I was hoping someone would write a divine intervention fic, and I think you did a great job exploring the issues surrounding it (namely House's reaction). Nicely done!

Thanks! House would be so torn between being thankful that Wilson was going to be okay, and being annoyed that he's been wrong all this time.... Glad you liked it, thanks for reading :)

Great story! Like barefootpuddles said, House was completely IC, despite being forced to interact with the divine. And I think that he'd accept any road to Wilson getting better, without too many questions.

And this line made me LOL:
as long as it wasn't Stacy with the baby again because that was just plain creepy

That scene was creepy as hell, wasn't it? : )

I think that little encounter has given House a lot to think about, but as you say, he's not going to question Wilson getting better too much :)

I thought for one moment in that scene with Stacy that she was telling him that she'd had a baby with him back when they'd had the affair - luckily I was wrong :)

Beautiful story. ♥ *mems* Love this one a LOT.

Thank you :) Glad you liked it :)

Oh, I liked this so much!

I have no trouble with the idea of House as an angel, or even as an avatar of the Divine, and it's lovely to see the idea carried out so well in this story.

It's always seemed to me that if you look at the characters from the perspective of the alignment system, then House definitely represents Chaotic Good. He'll come into your life, shatter it, mix it up, totally upend everything, seem to be doing you immense harm -- and end up healing you in the end. This is exactly the kind of "angel" House could be, especially as he's not aware of how powerful those qualities are in him, and how widely they impact everyone around him.

Added to my mem file!

Oh, I looked that up and Chaotic Good does seem to describe him, House does end up doing good for a lot of people, often without other people (or themselves) even knowing about it. Glad you didn't find the idea too out there :)

Thanks for reading!

this. bigtime.

What an uplifting fic! And totally logical within its 'non-logical' framework. Can't decide what is lovelier in its irony: House being wrong about atheism (though sometimes methinks the man protests too much to be fully convinced of his stance; someone who is secure in his unbelief wouldn't be so bothered about other people's beliefs), House actually being part of the system he professes to despise, or House having to be beholden to a God he doesn't want to believe in. But once he accepts God's gift of healing he gets his own gift back, too.

Your divine incarnations are much preferable to House's Burning Shack hallucinations, who were irritating to a high degree. (Yes, Stacy with baby was very creepy.)

Thanks ! There is something deliciously ironic about the idea of House being part of the God System that he's spent so long decrying:) Thanks for reading my crazy idea :)

Wow! I really like this. What a brilliant idea to have the people that House keeps seeing be divine intervention instead of lunacy. That would be just like God too to present himself to a non believer in such a way. That would be the only way House would have been receptive. The thing I did not see was God then curing Wilson. Great story. :)

Well if you're going to have God in your story you might as well let him cure Wilson while he's there :) Thanks for reading, glad you liked it :)

Yay! I'm glad you got my nudges. :)

Wonderfully done! Love the idea of imperfect angels in the world.

It was too much of an interesting idea not to have stab at it :) Imperfect angels, that sounds like a good title :)

Thanks for reading!

I had to read this twice to get the full impact. Very powerful.

Thank you, and thanks for reading :)

As an atheist I had sort of a hard time, but it's extremely well-done. And any fic that cures Wilson gets extra points!

Honestly I'm an atheist as well so I had my fingers crossed about this one, but it was just a plot bunny that came up when we were kicking ideas around about ways to cure Wilson and it wouldn't let me go :)

Thanks for giving it a read :)

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