rivers_bend

Just to say I'm only halfway through this but already it's shaping up into the best House fic I've read in ages. You two are smoking! I particularly loved:

“I think you’re confused. Chase is waiting for the chance to bean me with a boomerang when I’m not looking. Cameron likes me. Cameron--brunette. Chase--blond. Cameron--tits…”

“You call those tits?” asked Wilson with casual crudeness that would have shocked his colleagues and patients alike, but was one of his more endearing traits away from the world of propriety he inhabited like a straitjacket.

And also:

“How would you like it if I interfered in your personal life?” Chase had asked, deliberately using the stairs to avoid House’s interrogation about his father.

“I’d hate it. Which is why I cleverly have no personal life.” An off-the-cuff response, not meant to be taken seriously. Now it haunted him.

Wilson was his personal life. Wilson, who also had Mrs. Wilson and Debbie in accounting and dinners with Stacy that he’d been lying about for five years. House’s thigh throbbed, but he held off taking the Vicodin that would bring some relief. The pain in his leg helped him focus his anger. The bitter sounds of destruction played out under his fingertips until he heard a familiar knock on the door. Mr. Jimmy himself, wrapped in the self-righteous cloak of victimhood over how House had been treating him.

“House, I can’t do this anymore. We need to talk.”

Academy Award caliber performance, down to the adolescent crack in his voice. Wilson’s talent for manipulation was usually an object of House’s admiration, as long as he wasn’t the target of the con job.

Just... brilliant. And so completely canon in its feeling and comviction.

Brava!