Prideview Apartments

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

( When you dream, what do you dream about? )

Who House and Wilson
What Valentine's shenanigans
Where Their apartment
When Valentine's day
Rating/status R / in progress

( When there's no reason, the kids don't stand a chance )

Who House and Wilson (take two!)
What House has a bet in mind.
Where Their place
When Friday evening
Rating/status R / in progress

( He had a plan. )

Who: House and Wilson
What: Wilson has another nightmare
When: Thursday evening
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: tba
Status: Started

( And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand )

Who: House and Wilson
What: Talking
Where: Their place
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: Probably going to be R because...it's House and Wilson.


Yeah, well, if you can hardly keep yourself happy, what chance does a cat have?. House's words kept echoing in his end, driving him further into the ground. Or more, into the bed since he was sprawled across theirs while his lover took the cat to the pound. Sighing miserably he rolled over onto his stomach, shorts slipping down his hips a little. He couldn't help but feel bad because the older man was right: Wilson couldn't keep himself happy, so how did anyone, especially an animal, stand a chance? House made him happy, but House also made him feel like shit and normally that's how relationships were.

But Wilson had his own self confidence taken out from under him, so he had very little to fall back on. Grabbing the bottle of anti-depressants he kept on the nightstand table, the young man looked them over before simply throwing them against the wall. The bottle broke open on impact but he didn't care. Instead he just buried his face in the pillows and closed his eyes tightly.

Who: House and Wilson
What: A late night talk
Where: Their bed
When: Saturday night


He'd been tossing, turning, and shifting all night. There was something on his mind and it was bothering him, keeping him from the sleep he desired. His father had called the other night, asked him to come over. He'd apologized, said he was sorry and they went over things civilly. Wilson could only assume House had done something or said something to change his father's mind.

Finally he rolled over to face his sleeping lover and nudged the older man gently.

"Greg?" He whispered, trying to get House to wake up.

Who: House and Wilson
What: Wilson comes home after telling his parents about teh gay
Where: Their place
When: Sunday evening
Warnings: Who knows

( A fight )

Who: Wilson and Rosa (Maybe House)
What: cookies!
When: Backdated to Sunday
Where: Wilson's place


To say he was surprised by an offer of cookies would be an understatement. Though who was he to reject cookies? Especially when he still wasn't feel all that well. So, he tidied up the living room a little bit and made sure it was nice enough for company before retreating to his bedroom to change. Getting out of his sweats, he got into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, putting on some deodorant, hoping he looked and smelled alright. He'd showered early that morning but he had been laying around all day in sweats...

With all that done he dropped onto the couch to wait for Rosa.

Who: Wilson, OTA
What: Being lonely
When: Sunday night
Where: Just outside of the apartments


The cold night couldn't even keep him inside. He was extremely lonely, since House seemed to be avoiding him. Even though he was getting his memories back and wanted to be close to the other man, his lover...didn't seem to want to return the affections much anymore. It hurt, but he wouldn't say anything about it. If House wanted to leave him, he'd do it eventually and Wilson would stick around to the bitter end...though he hoped there wouldn't be a bitter end. Frowning, he pulled up the hood on the sweater he was wearing, dropping onto a bench out in the little mini-courtyard in front of the apartment.

Better to be lonely outside and be able to look up at the beautiful sky than to be lonely inside where everything reminded him of the one man who seemed to be very absent. With a miserable sigh he sunk back into the bench a bit more, closing his eyes.