A Friend and A Brother Part 2

[moose_mcmoose]

A good couple of days all round here. I finally have a guitar so now I can actually learn a decent instrument instead of merely the stylophone, which is cool but seriously limited. :D

But yeah here is the second bunch of drabbles to go with the first one.

Title: A Friend and A Brother (Part 2)
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: Still PG (for now)
Summary: A series of connected drabbles focusing on Wilson and House as the funeral of Danny Wilson takes place. Hopefully I'll post a one every couple of days. Dunno where I am going with it but hopefully it'll go somewhere good :)

Concern

House

What concerned him the most wasn't the morose face of his best friend staring into the middle distance. Nor was it the trembling hands he could see behind Wilson's back. Nor was it the frayed edges of his friend's normally pristine hair.

It wasn't any of those things.

The eyes.

It was the eyes of his best friend that concerned him the most. The eyes usually so full of emotion, whether it be anger, frustration or sadness, looked completely devoid of anything.

He glanced over and watched Wilson shuffle his feet on the damp grass.

He knew how much Wilson cared for his brother; how many days of searching and sleepless nights Wilson had undertaken just to find his brother. It didn't make any sense for Wilson not to be visibly upset.

He had seen Wilson at patient's funerals looking more emotionally involved.

Wilson's mother on the other hand was weeping enough for the both of them.

He watched closely as Wilson glanced at his mother before biting his bottom lip in a desperate attempt to quell his emotions.

Gently, he patted Wilson's shoulder hoping to comfort his friend or at least illicit an emotional response.

He got nothing as Wilson kept his gaze firmly towards the distant horizon.
 

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Deserving

Wilson

He couldn't look down so he picked a building in the distance to focus his eyes on. As much as he wanted to gaze downwards at the simple pine box beneath to whisper his goodbyes, he couldn't.

He didn't deserve to have the option to say goodbye.

He squeezed his hands behind his back to quash the trembling sensation he could feel travelling throughout his body.

The gentle sobbing he could hear from his mother was getting to him but he knew that was a good thing.

To be comfortable was another thing he didn't deserve.

He couldn't reiterate to himself enough the fact that if it wasn't for him none of this would have happened.

A soft hand made its presence known on Wilson's right shoulder but still he did not move. He knew House was attempting to comfort him in a small way but he chose to ignore it.

He was undeserving of his best friend's reassurances and sympathy.

So he stood, staring blankly into the distance; undeserving of the ability to cry, to emote, to feel anything apart from sheer self-hatred and a numbing guilt that reverberated through his bones.

The service ended with a sharp closing of the Rabbi's book and the small group of mourners, House and Wilson included, made their way across the grass and back to their cars.

Part One

 

Comments

[lovemywilson.livejournal.com]

Not many stories here have made me cry, but yours did. This was so heart wrenching. Thank you, this was sad and beautiful.

[moose-mcmoose.livejournal.com]

Aha! You're the first person who has ever declared that tears were sprung from reading a fic of mine. I am grateful you found it so moving yet i feel bad for making you cry.

But thank you for reading :D

[lovemywilson.livejournal.com]

It was a good cry. :)

[moose-mcmoose.livejournal.com]

Phew! Well that's alright then.

:D

[christikat.livejournal.com]

Ouch, that hurts. I'm curious and very much looking forward to see where this leads you.

[moose-mcmoose.livejournal.com]

I can only take curiousity as a good thing. I have a few ideas where this may be going but as I said I am not entirely sure.

Thank you reading and taking the time out to comment. :)

[hibernia1.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor, poor Wilson, eaten by guilty feelings like that... Great writing!

[moose-mcmoose.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and commenting. Muchos love.

I felt so sorry for him when I was writing this. But maybe things will get better for him.... ;)

Who knows

[alternatealto.livejournal.com]

If House knew what really was going on with Wilson, I think he'd be seriously alarmed. Wilson has some very distorted thinking happening here, and House knows where that can lead. House is always tenacious enough to explore every possible avenue and not give up when he's treating a patient; I hope he can be that tenacious with Wilson, because Wilson badly needs it!

Do please keep writing this, I want to see what happens next!

[moose-mcmoose.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it.

And thank you for taking the time to comment and read on both of them. Much appreciated. :)

[lorib12.livejournal.com]

I just read both chapters and WOW... just amazing. The imagery of all feelings involved was just great. You have Wilson's self loathing down to a tee and it's so true to his character. I'm really enjoying this and looking forward to more.

Side note, I didn't realize until today that you are moose on a roof from FF.net. I was following "to lose my life" over there. Are you still working on that? It was a great story :)

Watching anxiously for more of your work. Thanks so much for sharing!!!

[moose-mcmoose.livejournal.com]

I blush at your kind kind comments. Cheers for that. <3

Ah yes, I am still working on it. I had some uber mental blocks and an illness in the family kind of distracted me for a while so I am trying to get back into it so I can write the next chapter. So I promise there will be something up as soon as I get it done.