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James Wilson [House MD] ([info]jimmyboy_wilson) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-19 06:39:00
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Who: George and Wilson
What: Being together
Where: The Mansion
When: Wednesday
Warnings: I'll keep you posted.


Sitting on the couch in the main den was one James Wilson. On his lap was a guitar, his fingers moving over the fret as he hummed a soft tune. There was so much to think about after everything that had happened. A lot of people had up and vanished lately -including House, Ray and their family- and he was, like any family man, worried. Rebecca had come to him the previous night, scared and worried, looking to him for comfort. He'd given her it and then sent her on back home to her lover and daughter.

Closing his eyes, he began singing softly,

"The moon sheds light across the end of the bed. You made me wait but now I'm touching your leg. And I remember all the little things you said..."

Another thought that hit him was the fact he was getting married that Saturday. Smiling a little, he went back to simply humming along to the song. He and George were finally going to be together, officially, and though he had his worries and doubts he also felt a pathetic warm and fuzziness deep down.


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