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The Vampire's Apprentice	By : Evilida44 Category: G through L > House Views: 1787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breaking Up is Hard to Do
Gregory House, once the foremost diagnostician in the United States, was now a vampire. House had a new life free of the constant pain caused by a muscle infarction in his leg. No longer would House have to measure out his life pill by pill, trying to find the perfect dosage and medication that would enable him to live a tolerable life without endangering his health or clarity of mind. Ice-slicked streets and steep flights of stairs were no longer dangerous obstacles. His transformed body would do whatever he asked of it. An ancient vampire, whose real name House never knew, had offered him a gift that only someone who had spent years enduring chronic pain could appreciate. The other benefits of being a vampire, including an immunity to disease and the effects of old age, were inconsequential in comparison.
Of course, the gift came with a price tag. House had to leave his old life behind. His profession, which had meant so much to him, had to be sacrificed, and so had most of his attachments. He'd walked away from friends, family and colleagues. All except for one – James Wilson – his best and truest friend. House took Wilson with him.

James Wilson looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room. Silent tears trickled from his eyes. Although the details of his nightmare faded away from his memory almost instantly, the feelings the dream had created lingered. Amber, his deceased girlfriend, had been part of it, and she had been just as strong and brave in his dream as she had been in reality. However, her courage had not saved her. She had died in his arms again, this time killed by the cruel old vampire who had initiated House, and Wilson's sense of loss was overwhelming.
He looked at House, sleeping beside him, and thought of waking him so he wouldn't be alone in the dark, but Wilson knew that would be a bad idea. He had decided to leave House, but hadn't told the other vampire yet. While the sun shone, he and House would be trapped together in the hotel room, and he wanted to avoid a long strung-out confrontation. He'd let House know he was going just after nightfall, so that he would be able to make a clean break.
Carefully, silently, Wilson eased himself out of bed. He looked down at House, who he knew to be a light sleeper, but the other vampire did not stir. Wilson got his overnight bag, pulled on the first pair of pants and t-shirt he found, and rummaged for the paperback novel he was reading. The novel was a book that someone had left behind in a previous hotel room, and though it wasn't Wilson's usual reading fare, at least it offered some distraction. He carried the book into the bathroom, shut the door, and then turned on the light so that he could read without disturbing House. He draped a towel over the mirror above the sink so he would not see his own lack of reflection (which always disturbed him), and he sat on the bathmat on the floor and opened his book.
Wilson couldn't concentrate on the words on the page. His mind kept drifting back to the previous evening, which had been as close to perfect as Wilson was ever likely to experience. He and House had connected physically, emotionally and mentally. He'd looked into House's clear blue eyes and he had thought he saw real love there, not just the fickle vampire kind.
He'd been deluding himself of course. He very much doubted that vampires were even capable of genuine affection. Still, it had been such a nice delusion. It was so tempting to give in to it.
Break-up sex is always the best, Wilson thought cynically - just knowing that this is the last time I'll ever touch him and taste him and feel him inside me. A soupçon of pre-emptive nostalgia really spices up the old love life.
Wilson's head was nodding over his book when House entered the bathroom. Wilson looked up at him with exhausted, red-rimmed eyes. Wordlessly, House pulled Wilson to his feet and led him back to bed. He held Wilson until he fell asleep.
When Wilson woke up, it was almost dusk. House was already fully dressed and packed for the road. Wilson's eyes were almost glued shut with sleep, his hair was a mess, and he was wearing a sweaty, wrinkled t-shirt that should have been washed a week ago.
House leaned over and kissed his cheek, a gesture of affection that Wilson hadn't been expecting.
"Hurry up and get dressed," House said. "We have to leave as soon as the sun goes done to get to Cuddy's before she goes to bed. With her new baby, I bet she's asleep before ten."
Wilson stood up. Nervously, he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not going," he said. "Recruiting Cuddy is your project, not mine."
"Yes, you are. You said you'd help me."
"That's not true. You ordered me to help you, and I've done that," Wilson said. "I did half the driving and I gave you all the money from my kills.
You don't need me there anyway. If you want Cuddy to give up her whole life to join you, then you have to be the one to persuade her. If she really is in love with you, then your words will count more to her than anything that I could say."
House shook his head.
"You can talk a woman's language, Wilson; all that emotional stuff that turns an otherwise sane woman into a little puddle of compliant goo," House said. "Admittedly, after your opening gambit, the rest of your game must be pretty lousy, judging by the number of failed relationships you've had, but that's just because you can't be trusted to keep your pants zipped."
"Do you think that insulting me makes it more likely that I'll do what you want?"
House glared at Wilson. Wilson lowered his eyes and backed away. When Wilson spoke again, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.
"It'll hurt too much, House, whichever way she decides. I just can't do it. I can give you something to show her though – something that will convince her that you're sincere and you really care. Just don't get angry when you see it. Take a deep breath and count to ten."
Wilson went to the paperback novel resting on the nightstand. He had been using an envelope for a bookmark, and inside the envelope was a photograph. He handed it to House.
"Yes, this is something personal, and I wasn't supposed to keep anything personal that could identify me, so you've caught me."
House looked at the photo. Taken at some anonymous charity dinner, it was a picture of House, Wilson and Cuddy. Wilson and House were both wearing black tie and Cuddy was wearing a dark red velvet evening gown that showed off the swell of her breasts. All three of them looked very happy. There were tiny little wrinkles in the corners of Lisa's eyes. He'd always loved Cuddy's laugh lines, although Cuddy, who called them crow's feet, had been insulted when he told her that.
"This was one of your cancer fund-raising events, wasn't it?" House said.
Wilson nodded. He was relieved that House didn't seem to be angry,
"You can tell her that you took this picture with you. It was the only thing you kept from your old life. You looked at it every day and thought of her. You planned all along to come back for her; you just wanted to wait until you knew she'd be safe."
"You were the only thing I kept from my old life."
Wilson wasn't sure whether that was meant to be a joke.
"I think I remember this evening," House said. "You came with Julie and I came with Cuddy. Julie stayed for exactly one hour and then she said she had a migraine and left. I figured that you two had made an arrangement in advance, and I wondered what you had to give to Julie just to get her to show up for that hour."
"New curtains for the kitchen," Wilson said.
"And Cuddy spent most of the evening working the room, buttering up the local philanthropists and showing her face to her loyal minions. Which left the two of us. You got drunk."
"You had just as much to drink as I did!"
"Yes, but I didn't get drunk. I could handle my liquor. You used to get drunk from a whiff of the barmaid's rag.
You didn't want to go home to Julie, and who could blame you, so you came back to my apartment, and we ordered Chinese takeaway at two-thirty in the morning. You slept on my couch, and when I got up the next morning..."
"Afternoon," Wilson corrected.
"..you were making us French toast with maple syrup. Where did you find the maple syrup anyway?"
"They sell it in supermarkets, along with eggs, milk, butter, French bread and cinnamon."
"You're spoiling the magic," House said. "The toast was golden brown and perfect, and you stood there with a big smile on your face and watched me eat it. I said, 'if Julie doesn't want you, I'll take you.'"
"Not one of your better jokes."
"I was serious," House said. "It was a genuine offer."
There was an awkward silence. House expected Wilson to head towards the bathroom to shower, but he just stood there, staring at the floor.
"I'm leaving you," Wilson said abruptly.
He raised his head briefly to look at House, and then returned his gaze to the floor, giving House time to absorb the information.
For a second, all House felt was surprise. Then House's vampire instincts kicked in. He had a vivid mental image of himself fastening his fangs on Wilson's neck and drinking his blood (so delicious) until Wilson became limp and woozy and he didn't have the strength to run away.
House fought against this urge. It would satisfy House on some primal level, but it wouldn't solve anything. As soon as he recovered, Wilson would just try to leave again. House dug his long, sharp fingernails into the palms of his hand until the mental image faded.
"I'm unhappy and you're unhappy with me. It's for the best," Wilson continued.
"Really? Explain to me how being alone for the rest of your very long life is going to be so much better than being with me and Cuddy."
"I won't be alone. I know there must be other vampires out there. There have to be ways that vampires get in touch with each other – maybe on the Internet."
"Yeah, you're going to meet someone terrific on VDate!" House said. "Wilson, most vampires – the ones that survive – are like the Professor. They're strong and cunning and they despise weak vampires like you. They think it's their duty to cull inferior specimens who can't protect themselves. You have to stay away from other vampires."
"So your argument is that I'm supposed to stay with you just because there's no other alternative. Because it's better to be miserable with you than miserable alone."
"No, you're going to stay with me because you love me. You need someone to love, Wilson, and I'm it. It would be a lot easier for you if you loved somebody like Cameron or one of your wives, but, too bad, you're stuck with me."
House took a step towards Wilson, who backed away. Wilson growled, a low, sound deep in his throat, warning House not to come any closer.
"Please, Wilson, I need you," House said.
Wilson didn't look at all pleased but at least he was there, sitting in the passenger seat of their stolen S.U.V., looking out at the familiar streets of Princeton, New Jersey. House pulled up in front of Cuddy's house.
"You can stay in the S.U.V. if you want," House said, "but I was thinking that it would be better if you came in. You can go into the kitchen, while I talk to Cuddy."
Wilson nodded and followed House to Cuddy's door. House pushed the doorbell.
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