InsaneJournal

Who: Wilson and House
What: Wilson has a strange dream
Where: Their place
When: Saturday evening
Rating: Probably going to be R.



His dreams weren't normally this vivid. Nor did he often have conscious thoughts during them. Yet somehow, tonight, he was in completely control of his dream. Or at least complete control of himself, since the dreamworld around him appeared to be spinning. It settled however, after a long moment, and he found himself in the hospital. Not the New York hospital, but the one back in New Jersey. It wasn't uncommon for him to dream of home but something felt strange about this particular one.

Even stranger, he was dressed in his own clothes. No lab coat. No identification badge, nothing. The soft whisper of 'family' could be heard around him for a split second and his eyebrows furrowed. It made no sense. Slowly he walked forward, though it felt more like he was being pulled, and ended up in a stark white observation room. In front of him was a hospital bed where a pale, beat up blonde woman was laying. He recognized her from past dreams. Amber was her name, wasn't it? He checked the chart and in big letters it read AMBER. She was attached to life support.

Something about a bus accident flickered through his mind. About House. Brain damage. Electricity.

The young woman was sitting up now, staring at him and he took a step backwards.

'Don't run away James.' She crooned in a rather taunting voice. 'You love me, don't you?' Now he was turning tail to run. Around him the hospital became dark and with a glance over his shoulder as he ran he realized she was following him. That made him run harder.

'House! House!' He cried out, quite possibly in reality as much as in the dream world. Crashing through a door into another room he stopped dead in his tracks. House was laying on a bed, looking so pale and weak. 'House?' Stepping forward Wilson wanted to go to his lover but somehow Amber had gotten a hold of him and was pulling him back.

'I don't think so, James. He doesn't want you. You put him in a coma. I love you, though. Don't let me die James...'

Then suddenly the heart monitor connected to House's chest flat lined.

"House!" Wilson cried out as he sat up in a cold sweat, shaking a little. It took him a moment to realize he was in his own bed. In his own apartment with his lover near his side. Exhaling slowly, he scrubbed a hand over his face which made him realized he was covered in sweat. "What the hell..." He murmured, trying to relax.