storypaint | Liar (Wilson gen)

TITLE: Liar
AUTHOR: rhap_chan
PAIRING: gen (House/Wilson friendship)
RATING: G
WARNINGS: A couple of curse words and spoilers for 3x06... you won't understand the fic if you haven't seen it
SUMMARY: "It's not a big deal. He's just pissed about the thermometer," House said, and Wilson knew he was lying.
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations.
NOTES: I've seen a couple of takes on this so far. Here's what I think Wilson was thinking.

Excerpt: When the policeman threw the prescription down and Wilson looked at his own name signed in House's hand, he couldn't help but react. He'd never been a good liar (except to himself, of course, which explained the three wives). The spark that flared for just a moment in the policeman's eyes said that the man noticed. They were screwed.

"It's not a big deal. He's just pissed about the thermometer."

Wilson knew as soon as House said it that he was lying. There was more to this than his friend would admit. The thought made him hopelessly angry. House had enough problems without the law on his back, but he never thought it was enough. There was always another difficult case, another bottle of Vicodin, another gear on the motorcycle.

When the policeman threw the prescription down and Wilson looked at his own name signed in House's hand, he couldn't help but react. He'd never been a good liar (except to himself, of course, which explained the three wives). The spark that flared for just a moment in the policeman's eyes said that the man noticed. They were screwed.

Wilson didn't hesitate to cover for House, even if he was angry, even if there were consequences. It was something a friend did, and for some reason, he was House's friend. Probably because they were both screwed up bastards, and Wilson didn't have a bum leg as an excuse.

The policeman's smile was cold and victorious, as was his handshake. Wilson left the room and felt the door shut too hard behind him.

Helplessly he thought, Maybe they'll put me in a cell next to House.

It really wasn't any condolence.