House fic: Never Let Go 2/5
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evila_elfTitle: Never Let Go 2/5
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evila_elf
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: R/NC-17 for language, angst, and smut.
Word count: 975 this part
Summary: Wilson wants some alone time from House. When his peaceful out of doors weekend is disrupted by two crazy men with guns, maybe spending time with House isn’t so bad after all.
A/N: I started this over 2 years ago. Finished the last half 3 months ago. Now finally worked up the courage to post it.
Thanks to:daasgrrl for the wonderful beta. Any mistakes left are mine alone. I get stubborn sometimes ;)
Spurred on by pure panic, Wilson turned and dove into the trees, laughter following him.
Chapter 2
Of course, the road and his vehicle were in the other direction.
Wilson paused, leaning his back against a tree and trying to catch his breath. He glanced back the way he had came through the dense trees. Were they serious? Do you want to hang around here and find out? He thumped his head back against the rough bark, wondering why it was as though House were there, talking to him. Comforting, almost; House being there with him in a way that he wouldn’t be in danger.
How on earth was he going to get out of this fine mess that he stumbled into? He paused in his thoughts, expecting some more of House’s running commentary to fill the void, but the voice was silent for once. He was all alone, lost, and all he knew was that his car was in the other direction and two armed men with rifles, who weren’t above shooting people in the back, were supposedly on his trail. How hard could it be to keep a head of them for 24 hours?
Then a whistle blew and Wilson nearly stopped breathing. There was no doubt in his mind that that was a signal that the game had begun. With only a brief hesitation, he pushed off the tree and started running, willing himself to keep his pace even, to not tire himself too quickly, no matter how badly he wanted to run in a blind panic until he dropped.
He took a sharp left turn, ran for a little bit, then scrambled over where two trees had fallen on top of each other, crouching down and peering through the narrow gap between them. If he could just hide until they went past, then he could dash back to his car and get the hell away, maybe call the authorities...
Wilson swallowed nervously, wishing for water. He took another look over the top of the trunk and his heart sank. Even if these men had no skills to track him, which he was sure they did, they would have no problem finding his hideaway. Even he himself could see a clear trail leading right to where he was crouched. Fuck. House’s voice or his own, he wasn’t sure any more.
He didn’t want to break cover, but what choice did he have? A twig snapped to his right. Wilson froze, a cold sweat breaking out all down his neck and back. Run. Run. Run! He darted out of hiding, expecting to hear a shot.
Laughter was worse.
“Fast devil, isn’t he?”
***
Wilson didn’t stop running until he ran out of ground. His foot slipped out from under him and he pitched forward, rolling several dozen times until he stopped with a sickening crack.
...a hand, caressing his cheek...
...water wetting his lips...
“...Wilson...”
“House!”
A bird cawed angrily and flapped away.
Wilson was alone. He blinked, eyes blurry and vision swimming in his tears.
Need to keep moving.
“I can’t.”
I need you, Jimmy. Help me.
“I can’t even help myself.”
Dying.
Wilson slowly sat up, tears leaking from his eyes. His head felt like it was going to explode. He tenderly felt the back of his head and was relieved to find that the area was only a little tender. His legs, however...They looked like they had been in a battle with a barbed wire fence. A large gash was still leaking blood, and dozens upon dozens of smaller irritated scratches marred his bare skin all the way to the edge of his shorts. And that was only what he could see.
A gunshot rang out and it took Wilson a moment’s panic to realize that he hadn’t been shot at. They were still looking for him. Were they on the trail? Were they trying to flush him out?
Wilson used the tree that he’d cracked his head against to lever himself to his feet. He tested his weight carefully. His leg ached, but it ached whether he put pressure on it or not. He kicked the leaves and dirt around to cover the traces of his fall and looked up the fairly steep incline that he had fallen down. Maybe, just maybe, the fall had given him an advantage.
All he could do was start walking.
***
Do you remember our first time?
“Shut up, House.”
Do you?
“Yes.”
It was funny, thinking back. Maybe not so funny at the time...
Over 16 years ago, wrists bound, hooked to the headboard above him. Naked. Wilson had glared at House. “Game’s over, Greg. Untie me.”
House had shaken his head, his blue eyes looking into Wilson’s soul. Piercing. Pure. Not hardened by pain or betrayal. And so very close.
House had placed his palms behind Wilson’s knees, forcing them to bend and the legs to spread, careful yet firm. House had slipped them over his shoulders and crawled forward on the bed.
“You know you can break my neck right now?” House had said, thoughtfully.
Wilson had tightened his legs, putting a hint of pressure on the back of House’s neck. It would be so easy. Why wasn’t he fighting back?
Why wasn’t he fighting back?
Wilson tripped, hands flying out to break his fall. They caught on a low tree limb that broke off under his weight, and he fell to the ground anyway.
Irritated and feeling a surge of adrenaline, he started to hurl the limb aside.
Why aren’t you fighting back?
Wilson closed his hands around the rough bark, then laid his forehead against his hands.
No way could he kill someone with a stick, though.
Kill or be killed.
“Shut up, House,” Wilson whispered, mind already distracted, going back to every action flick that the man had made him watch. A plan started to take a glimmer of shape and he started running.
Chapter 3
Author:
evila_elfPairing: House/Wilson
Rating: R/NC-17 for language, angst, and smut.
Word count: 975 this part
Summary: Wilson wants some alone time from House. When his peaceful out of doors weekend is disrupted by two crazy men with guns, maybe spending time with House isn’t so bad after all.
A/N: I started this over 2 years ago. Finished the last half 3 months ago. Now finally worked up the courage to post it.
Thanks to:
daasgrrl for the wonderful beta. Any mistakes left are mine alone. I get stubborn sometimes ;)Spurred on by pure panic, Wilson turned and dove into the trees, laughter following him.
Chapter 2
Of course, the road and his vehicle were in the other direction.
Wilson paused, leaning his back against a tree and trying to catch his breath. He glanced back the way he had came through the dense trees. Were they serious? Do you want to hang around here and find out? He thumped his head back against the rough bark, wondering why it was as though House were there, talking to him. Comforting, almost; House being there with him in a way that he wouldn’t be in danger.
How on earth was he going to get out of this fine mess that he stumbled into? He paused in his thoughts, expecting some more of House’s running commentary to fill the void, but the voice was silent for once. He was all alone, lost, and all he knew was that his car was in the other direction and two armed men with rifles, who weren’t above shooting people in the back, were supposedly on his trail. How hard could it be to keep a head of them for 24 hours?
Then a whistle blew and Wilson nearly stopped breathing. There was no doubt in his mind that that was a signal that the game had begun. With only a brief hesitation, he pushed off the tree and started running, willing himself to keep his pace even, to not tire himself too quickly, no matter how badly he wanted to run in a blind panic until he dropped.
He took a sharp left turn, ran for a little bit, then scrambled over where two trees had fallen on top of each other, crouching down and peering through the narrow gap between them. If he could just hide until they went past, then he could dash back to his car and get the hell away, maybe call the authorities...
Wilson swallowed nervously, wishing for water. He took another look over the top of the trunk and his heart sank. Even if these men had no skills to track him, which he was sure they did, they would have no problem finding his hideaway. Even he himself could see a clear trail leading right to where he was crouched. Fuck. House’s voice or his own, he wasn’t sure any more.
He didn’t want to break cover, but what choice did he have? A twig snapped to his right. Wilson froze, a cold sweat breaking out all down his neck and back. Run. Run. Run! He darted out of hiding, expecting to hear a shot.
Laughter was worse.
“Fast devil, isn’t he?”
***
Wilson didn’t stop running until he ran out of ground. His foot slipped out from under him and he pitched forward, rolling several dozen times until he stopped with a sickening crack.
...a hand, caressing his cheek...
...water wetting his lips...
“...Wilson...”
“House!”
A bird cawed angrily and flapped away.
Wilson was alone. He blinked, eyes blurry and vision swimming in his tears.
Need to keep moving.
“I can’t.”
I need you, Jimmy. Help me.
“I can’t even help myself.”
Dying.
Wilson slowly sat up, tears leaking from his eyes. His head felt like it was going to explode. He tenderly felt the back of his head and was relieved to find that the area was only a little tender. His legs, however...They looked like they had been in a battle with a barbed wire fence. A large gash was still leaking blood, and dozens upon dozens of smaller irritated scratches marred his bare skin all the way to the edge of his shorts. And that was only what he could see.
A gunshot rang out and it took Wilson a moment’s panic to realize that he hadn’t been shot at. They were still looking for him. Were they on the trail? Were they trying to flush him out?
Wilson used the tree that he’d cracked his head against to lever himself to his feet. He tested his weight carefully. His leg ached, but it ached whether he put pressure on it or not. He kicked the leaves and dirt around to cover the traces of his fall and looked up the fairly steep incline that he had fallen down. Maybe, just maybe, the fall had given him an advantage.
All he could do was start walking.
***
Do you remember our first time?
“Shut up, House.”
Do you?
“Yes.”
It was funny, thinking back. Maybe not so funny at the time...
Over 16 years ago, wrists bound, hooked to the headboard above him. Naked. Wilson had glared at House. “Game’s over, Greg. Untie me.”
House had shaken his head, his blue eyes looking into Wilson’s soul. Piercing. Pure. Not hardened by pain or betrayal. And so very close.
House had placed his palms behind Wilson’s knees, forcing them to bend and the legs to spread, careful yet firm. House had slipped them over his shoulders and crawled forward on the bed.
“You know you can break my neck right now?” House had said, thoughtfully.
Wilson had tightened his legs, putting a hint of pressure on the back of House’s neck. It would be so easy. Why wasn’t he fighting back?
Why wasn’t he fighting back?
Wilson tripped, hands flying out to break his fall. They caught on a low tree limb that broke off under his weight, and he fell to the ground anyway.
Irritated and feeling a surge of adrenaline, he started to hurl the limb aside.
Why aren’t you fighting back?
Wilson closed his hands around the rough bark, then laid his forehead against his hands.
No way could he kill someone with a stick, though.
Kill or be killed.
“Shut up, House,” Wilson whispered, mind already distracted, going back to every action flick that the man had made him watch. A plan started to take a glimmer of shape and he started running.
Chapter 3
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Date: 2009-04-28 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 08:03 am (UTC)New part is up now!
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Date: 2009-04-28 05:18 am (UTC)After watching tonight's episode with House/Amber, I can't help thinking of Wilson/House a little bit in the same way.
Thanks for the fast update. Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2009-04-29 08:04 am (UTC)And there are similarities, aren't there? Or are there? ;)
New part is up now!
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Date: 2009-04-28 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 08:05 am (UTC)Wait no more, new chapter is up now! Enjoy!
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Date: 2009-04-28 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 08:06 am (UTC)No need to wait any longer! Just posted the next chapter! Enjoy! ^_^