rivers_bend

For dontkickmycane because she asked and she is lovely and helps to keep me sane.
A not!crackfic with the line The answer to everything is these cookies. Bring the jar.

Rating: G
Words: ~530
Summary: Wilson truly understands the meaning of friendship.



House was home late, long after midnight. He tried to open the door silently, mindful that Wilson was beyond busy lately and would be sleeping on the sofa. His backpack banged against the door jam and he swore softly. The lamp on the side board gave off a soft glow, enabling him to see a movement from the couch. Wilson sat up and said, “Hey.”

“Sorry. I was trying not to wake you up. Go back to sleep.” House wanted a drink, another Vicodin and his bed. Sympathy was not on the list.

Wilson stood. “Sit down for a minute.” He pointed at the couch as he went to the sideboard where the scotch shimmered topaz in the light. Wilson didn’t sound particularly solicitous, just awake, so House sat.

Wilson held up a tumbler with a finger of scotch. “Two please,” House answered the unspoken question. Wilson added another splash, poured one for himself and set both glasses down on the coffee table. When Wilson headed for the kitchen instead of sitting down, House realised he was hungry.

“There’s left over chicken curry, or there’s cold cuts if you want a sandwich.” Wilson’s head popped up from behind the refrigerator door while he waited for a decision.

House swallowed a Vicodin with a mouthful of scotch, rested his head back onto the couch and shut his eyes. “Curry’s fine. I’ll eat it cold.”

When he felt Wilson sit down next to him, House opened his eyes and took the proffered food and fork. The curry was good, Wilson had heated it up after all, and it was clearly home made. Wilson waited until he had nearly finished to speak.

“So did he die then?” Wilson managed to sound concerned and almost disinterested at the same time, as though House could answer if he wanted to but Wilson didn’t really mind if he didn’t.

“He died.” House finished his curry while Wilson just sat and sipped his drink.

Wilson took the plate out to the kitchen. When he came back he had two chocolate chip cookies in his hand. He handed one to House. “Will this make it all better?” He smiled when he said it.

House sighed. He was just so tired. “I don’t think cookies can help anything.”

“They’re mom’s recipe.”

House sniffed at the cookie in his hand. “With the peanut butter?”

“The very ones. I made them a couple of hours ago.”

“I don’t know.” The hand with the cookie dropped down to rest on House’s thigh. “Sometimes I just don’t know what the answer is any more.”

If Wilson was surprised by House’s honesty he didn’t show it. He just took a bite of his cookie and sighed pleasurably. “There isn’t always an answer. But sometimes there are cookies.”

House took a bite of his. Chewed, swallowed, took another bite. “You know what? You might be right. I think the answer to everything is these cookies. Bring the jar why don’t you?”

Wilson got up again, went back to the kitchen and got the cookie jar. He put it down between them on the sofa and picked up the remote control. “I TiVo’d Tomb Raider last night. Fancy some Angelina Jolie?”