|Christine (spaghettitoes) wrote in spaghettific,|
@ 2015-11-21 21:50:00
|Entry tags:||house, rating: pg|
Title: End of the Road
Rating: PG? See warnings
Word Count: 1.2k
Fandom/Pairing: House – House/Wilson
Warnings: Character death
Summary: I’d love for House and Wilson to be on the road forever but it couldn’t happen.
A/N: Blame Aldi! (But thank you for the beta.) I dislike past-me quite a bit for writing this.
Declaration: Posted so long after the show ended I don’t think you can doubt I have absolutely nothing to gain from this.
End of the Road
Assets had been liquidated quickly,
When they arrived at hotels and motels
They had spent their nights in a variety of locations and when they found somewhere with a good restaurant they took advantage of the room service.
* * *
House fell onto the bed with his usual complaint about the lack of Magic Fingers and fished the room service menu from the bedside table.
Sitting on the bed
“Twelve is for girls!” Announced House before making his own choice and calling in the order.
House’s hand was broad and reassuring as it made circles on
With a bacon cheese burger poised before him, House glanced casually at
“Rebel,” focusing on his food excused House from trying to maintain the jovial air.
“I thought we could just take it easy tomorrow, head to the beach, see what’s happening.”
House nodded and hummed approvingly until he swallowed, “Beach bunnies.”
Their conversation was light and simple,
With his meal unfinished,
House took another Vicodin and a large mouthful of water, swallowing it with a painful chug before he switched off the light and slipped into bed.
Head resting on his folded left arm House looked down at his friend, examining and memorising the variations in hair colour.
House smiled weakly, “Yeah. Body is labouring under the illusion that I’m getting old.”
A soft smile turned the corner of
“Yeah,” relaxing into
House kept his hand steady, the other softly resting over a pulse point as
House focused his attention, all the power of his mind, onto