Committed, House MD (House/Wilson)
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lilyleia78Title: Committed
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Summary: "House, I take you to be my not-quite-lawfully wedded husband,”
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eitherwayokay wrote House some very funny vows that I just adored. But I'm a sap and I chose to keep things the way I had them. However, that advice did lead to me incorporating a little more humor into that section of the story. And talking to them both helped me sort out what it was that I wasn't liking about the story, which is essentially just that there's not as much room for dialogue in a wedding scene. Truthfully, it's still not my favorite for that reason, but I hope you all enjoy it.
Committed
“Come on. There’s gambling and legalized prostitution!” House whined.
“Believe it or not House, neither of those things is actually a selling point for me. If you wanted to elope, you should have thought of that a couple of months ago.” Wilson pointed out.
“And that’s another thing, why did this have to take so long?”
Wilson sighed. They had discussed this many times over the past three months. And Wilson had explained again on the long ride to his parents’ house. “My mother insisted this was the fastest she could put anything together. Give her a break. She has three boys. She never thought she’d get to plan a wedding, even if it is a handful of people in her backyard.”
“So you admit you’re the bride?”
“I am the one wearing the garter.”
House was instantly pressed against Wilson, hand clenching at the garter hidden under pants. “I could fix that for you,” he said huskily.
Wilson scowled and batted House’s hand away, but his eyes belied his disapproving expression. “Get off you letch. You’ll have to wait until you’ve made an honest man of me.”
“An honest man out of you? Great, now I’ll never get laid,” House smirked but, for once, did as he was told and picked up his cane. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He paused before opening the door. “See you out there. I’ll be the unbearably handsome one bitching about my best man’s breasts taking attention away from my special day.”
Wilson grinned and made shooing motions with his hands. House limped out, and Wilson laughed out loud when he saw both of their mothers snatch the older man up. Then he turned to the mirror, straightened his hair, and took a deep breath before following.
He met House in his parent’s backyard in front of his family’s rabbi. His mother had been disappointed when he vetoed the idea of walking down the aisle with her. He had argued that the slow march was an unnecessary hardship on House. And while that was true, the real reason was that he didn’t want anyone giving House to him. He’d been given three women to take care of and had failed. Failure with House was not an option.
When it came time to recite their vows, Wilson went with the standard route. He’d done the traditional Jewish thing, he’d done the writing-his-own, and he’d even done the written-by-his-future-wife thing. But when he did some online research he discovered that a variation on the conventional seemed to say everything that needed to be said.
"House, I take you to be my not-quite-lawfully wedded husband,” Wilson began. The side of House’s mouth quirked up in a smile. “Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths.”
Wilson paused briefly for House’s inevitable comment about who drew the short straw, but the older man was uncharacteristically silent. So Wilson concluded, “I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life."
House, who hadn’t bothered to find out what Wilson would be saying, could only stare in wonderment for a few moments. Wilson pretended not to notice the shine in House’s eyes as he gently nudged the other man. “I know, put that way I’m obviously getting a raw deal.” House smiled gratefully as the ensuing laughter gave him a moment to compose himself. “You say stuff now,” Wilson told him a stage whisper.
Instead House limped over to the band and sat at the piano. When he began to play, the small crowd in the yard became silent. Wilson was sure he wouldn’t have realized they were still there even if they’d been shouting.
He recognized the piece as one House had tinkered with many times over the years. It was their story, Wilson realized with a start. It had no lyrics, but Wilson heard the words anyway. There in the beginning was joy and discovery; every once in awhile melancholy would creep in, more often the song was loud, passionate, and untamed. And running through the whole thing was love and longing.
After exchanging rings and kissing his new husband, House used his cane to dramatically help Wilson shatter the glass. The gathered crowd cheered uproariously, and the rabbi said those magical words. “I now pronounce you doomed for life.”
Cuddy’s scolding cry of “House!” could barely be heard over Wilson’s hearty laughter. Oh, yes he was doomed. And he had big plans to love every minute of it.
**
Keep going for some domestic bliss
Back up to previous part
Start from the beginning
The complete list of my House fic can be found here.
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Summary: "House, I take you to be my not-quite-lawfully wedded husband,”
Note: A big Thank You to
eitherwayokay wrote House some very funny vows that I just adored. But I'm a sap and I chose to keep things the way I had them. However, that advice did lead to me incorporating a little more humor into that section of the story. And talking to them both helped me sort out what it was that I wasn't liking about the story, which is essentially just that there's not as much room for dialogue in a wedding scene. Truthfully, it's still not my favorite for that reason, but I hope you all enjoy it.Committed
“Come on. There’s gambling and legalized prostitution!” House whined.
“Believe it or not House, neither of those things is actually a selling point for me. If you wanted to elope, you should have thought of that a couple of months ago.” Wilson pointed out.
“And that’s another thing, why did this have to take so long?”
Wilson sighed. They had discussed this many times over the past three months. And Wilson had explained again on the long ride to his parents’ house. “My mother insisted this was the fastest she could put anything together. Give her a break. She has three boys. She never thought she’d get to plan a wedding, even if it is a handful of people in her backyard.”
“So you admit you’re the bride?”
“I am the one wearing the garter.”
House was instantly pressed against Wilson, hand clenching at the garter hidden under pants. “I could fix that for you,” he said huskily.
Wilson scowled and batted House’s hand away, but his eyes belied his disapproving expression. “Get off you letch. You’ll have to wait until you’ve made an honest man of me.”
“An honest man out of you? Great, now I’ll never get laid,” House smirked but, for once, did as he was told and picked up his cane. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He paused before opening the door. “See you out there. I’ll be the unbearably handsome one bitching about my best man’s breasts taking attention away from my special day.”
Wilson grinned and made shooing motions with his hands. House limped out, and Wilson laughed out loud when he saw both of their mothers snatch the older man up. Then he turned to the mirror, straightened his hair, and took a deep breath before following.
He met House in his parent’s backyard in front of his family’s rabbi. His mother had been disappointed when he vetoed the idea of walking down the aisle with her. He had argued that the slow march was an unnecessary hardship on House. And while that was true, the real reason was that he didn’t want anyone giving House to him. He’d been given three women to take care of and had failed. Failure with House was not an option.
When it came time to recite their vows, Wilson went with the standard route. He’d done the traditional Jewish thing, he’d done the writing-his-own, and he’d even done the written-by-his-future-wife thing. But when he did some online research he discovered that a variation on the conventional seemed to say everything that needed to be said.
"House, I take you to be my not-quite-lawfully wedded husband,” Wilson began. The side of House’s mouth quirked up in a smile. “Before these witnesses I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths as I offer myself to you with my faults and strengths.”
Wilson paused briefly for House’s inevitable comment about who drew the short straw, but the older man was uncharacteristically silent. So Wilson concluded, “I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life."
House, who hadn’t bothered to find out what Wilson would be saying, could only stare in wonderment for a few moments. Wilson pretended not to notice the shine in House’s eyes as he gently nudged the other man. “I know, put that way I’m obviously getting a raw deal.” House smiled gratefully as the ensuing laughter gave him a moment to compose himself. “You say stuff now,” Wilson told him a stage whisper.
Instead House limped over to the band and sat at the piano. When he began to play, the small crowd in the yard became silent. Wilson was sure he wouldn’t have realized they were still there even if they’d been shouting.
He recognized the piece as one House had tinkered with many times over the years. It was their story, Wilson realized with a start. It had no lyrics, but Wilson heard the words anyway. There in the beginning was joy and discovery; every once in awhile melancholy would creep in, more often the song was loud, passionate, and untamed. And running through the whole thing was love and longing.
After exchanging rings and kissing his new husband, House used his cane to dramatically help Wilson shatter the glass. The gathered crowd cheered uproariously, and the rabbi said those magical words. “I now pronounce you doomed for life.”
Cuddy’s scolding cry of “House!” could barely be heard over Wilson’s hearty laughter. Oh, yes he was doomed. And he had big plans to love every minute of it.
**
Keep going for some domestic bliss
Back up to previous part
Start from the beginning
The complete list of my House fic can be found here.
