Hi - My name is Jen, I'm new, to the fandom and the board, but I'm glad I stumbled upon it. It only took me a week to download of the episodes from the season, watch them, and slowly begin to count down the days until season 2. Then I discovered the fic...

Since I like to contribute, I figured I'd make my first post a little ficlet I wrote. Hope you enjoy. I'm still getting the hang of posting so hopefully everything comes out right.


Title: Easier Than Being Alone
Author: jennamajig
Pairing: Gen, though Wilson/female mentioned. Wilson/House friendship.
Rating: PG-13 (or T)
Warnings: Slight mention of mature themes.
Summary: Wilson piece. Character study, really.
Spoilers: Nothing glaring, but set around Damned if You Do.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing.
Notes: My first try at a fic in this fandom, so a little nervous. Short little ficlet, but any comments are welcomed :).




He wasn't sure if happened was before or after the leg, but in the end he supposed it didn't really matter. Either way, he still found himself sitting in his friend's living room amid Chinese takeout boxes on a holiday he didn't celebrate but still respected.

James Wilson figured he could spend hours analyzing his friendship with House, how he'd ditch a homemade Christmas dinner with his Gentile wife to spend the evening with a man one could argue had no Christmas spirit.

Then again, neither did he, being Jewish and all, but that wasn't really the point. Or was it? Over analyzing used too much brainpower and he'd spent all he had the night before in a shouting match with Julie. He figured it probably wouldn't be long before another marriage went down the tubes, despite the effort he tried putting in to save this one. And he did want to save it.

Or at least, he kept telling himself he did. He loved his wife.

But love sometimes wasn't enough to survive. Enough to try, maybe even enough to try hard, but still in end, things were crappy and there was little everyone could do to fix it. So instead, he could ignore it, she could ignore it. He could romance a nurse or two, she could set her sights on their accountant and neither would, could, admit anything.

It made Christmas dinner a painful charade that took entirely too much effort to avoid each other's gaze because as soon as their eyes locked, the guilt would spill out onto the table and it was over.

It made friendship seem better and better. Friendship had no romantic strings, just an understanding that even when everything had gone to hell you could still hang on and maybe, just maybe, start over.

His friendship with House, to most, to Julie especially, seemed odd. That it didn't take much for him to drop everything to humor his friend's wishes when he appeared to get nothing in return. But that's were most were wrong. He did get something in return. Purely platonic, although he doubted he'd have a problem protecting his sexuality.

Their friendship wasn't a one-way street. Every night that he'd stumble out and find a pretty face to satisfy his physical needs, he'd find himself at House's doorstep, not wanting to go home. To go home to an empty bed, or worse yet, a sleeping Julie, and lie there thinking about his betrayal, his guilt. About the fact that the world saw him as the good guy, when in fact he felt nothing like that. Sex was great, the act was perfect and it felt so good that sometimes he wished it would last forever, but it didn't. It was soon over and left him with a bad taste in his mouth, because in the end he wasn't really satisfied. Yes, it kept him going for a while, helped him cope, but it wasn't enough.

So he'd ring House's buzzer at two in the morning, knowing the man would be up because he never sleep for long stretches of time, even before the leg. He'd hear the sound of a cane on the floor and the door would swing open and he'd brandish a bag of food from the all night Chinese place down the block. It was always the same old script.

"Julie throw you out?" he'd ask, even though Wilson was well aware that House knew the truth. Greg wasn't afraid to meet his eyes and the eyes could never truly lie.

"Yeah," he'd say and House would let him in. They'd eat and watch late-night TV and bitch about the world and discuss any and every thing as long it didn't involve relationships or the leg.

It worked.

Perhaps that's why he'd rather spend Christmas night with House, where they could both smile and forget about, if only for a moment, the crap weighing down both their lives. House would pluck out a few Christmas carols on the piano and they'd pool their resources and see how many Chanukah songs they could come up with.

Because, really, in the end, it was much easier than being alone.

I am so unbelievably behind on my fic reading that this turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. Something nice and short to get me back in the swing of things!

Your first post here and first fic ever! WOW! Welcome and congratulations, you are one brave soul!! ;) :lol: We're glad to
have you and happy to have another writer in the ranks!

Thanks for sharing. As far as feedback, Nice! I'd like to see a few more Wilson based fics just because I think he's just as intriguing as House.(a few Foreman fics would be nice too! Same reason)

I love the part about how people view their freindship as a one-way street but Wilson knows that he gets something in return. It's a very interesting aspect of House in that he doesn't let the world see that and interesting too in that Wilson doesn't betray that. Nicely put!

Keep up the good work. I hope we see more out of you in the future!

Thanks again.

First fic and first post- cool! :D

That's an awesome line. We just saw DIYD in the UK,it's one my favourites- the end scene is so wonderful and then I come here and find your fic! :D

Great writing, I love House and Wilson and you've got Wilson's take really well, for me. The unspoken understanding is as great as the funny and you relay it honestly.

Good stuff and please write some more! :)

Cheers

Benj

Thank you, rtlemurs and Benj, for the warm welcome and the feedback.

I agree with you, rtlemurs, I'd like to see more Wilson-based fics, too. He is as intriguing as House. I may need to fix this. As for Foreman, he does need more fic and is very interesting, but as much as I love him, I'm not sure I'd have the character down that well to tackle him full on yet. Maybe when season 2 starts and we get some more glimpses into backstory, providing the writers do such a thing :).


And Benj, DIYD is one my favorite episodes, too I decided after seeing all the season's episodes. It's right up there, after Three Stories.

Jen

Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I enjoyed reading your story and hope you find time to write some more!

-Pradon