james wilson
Dr. James Evan Wilson was born February 28th, 1968, and is the middle child of three brothers, his eldest brother called Jacob and his youngest brother called Joshua. He is unhappily married to his third wife, Julie.

December 2006
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Dr. James Wilson

mood: restless restless

Dr. James Wilson
elite_muses: #23

And while you wallow in your wounds // You let the devils draw near -- One More Mile; Tom Mcrae

You know… I knew the day would come where I’d arrive at House’s apartment and knock, and hear no answer. And know that something was wrong. House is like a walking time bomb. With how out of control he’s been lately… it was only a matter of time.

I’ll be the first to admit: I don’t trust Tritter any more than I like him. That’s obvious. Nobody likes a guy who goes out of his way to destroy other people. House is an addict, he’s in pain. He’s a miserable bastard. And it was only a matter of time before he’d piss off the wrong person. I mean, Christ -- the guy’s been shot, and he still hasn’t learned a thing about the value of boundaries or relationships, or even the value of his own life. So, of course he’s not going to care about the threat that Tritter poses to him. House is the kind of guy who has the single-mindedness of a child; you know, he thinks he’s invincible, untouchable, because if he keeps everyone out, then there’s no one to hurt him or destroy him.

And Tritter… He’s a smart guy. He’s worked out the way that House operates, and he’s worked out that the best way to get to House is through me. Because I associate with House by choice, he’s my friend, I’d do almost anything for him. Stupidly. Because I care about him. But combine House pissing Tritter off, and Tritter using that as a means to seek justice, and Tritter using me to get to House, and House’s constant need to prove his theory that all relationships are conditional and… yeah. Boom. Time bomb goes off.

When it comes down to it, this whole mess isn’t even about Tritter seeking to destroy House, or even me. This is about House’s destructiveness, his inability to come to terms with the fact that sometimes relationships are unconditional, his addiction. He’s destroying himself, and I’m in the crossfire because I’m his only friend, and because I have direct connection with House’s drug dependency.

I believe that true friendships aren’t conditional. I’ve always believed that. That doesn’t mean that I don’t believe that there are boundaries -- condition and boundaries are two completely different things. I don’t like hurting people. I don’t like walking away from people in need. But I also don’t like being pushed to the point where I have no choice but to turn away.

I knew there was something wrong when I was standing at House’s door and he wasn’t answering. I just had a gut feeling, else I wouldn’t have persisted. Seeing House, lying there in his own vomit… Seeing the empty vial of Oxycodone that he’d stolen, drugs that were intended for a cancer patient of mine who needed that medication… I felt nothing but disgust, anger, hurt, frustration. I can’t pinpoint any one particular emotion.

They say that you can only truly be angry with those that you love, with those that are closest to you. I hate seeing House like this. But I can’t do this anymore. I refuse to enable House’s destructiveness. I’m not going to be of any help to him by tending to his wants.

Right now, I don’t know if I can ever look him in the eye again.

Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 553
mood: blank blank

Dr. James Wilson
elite_muses topic 21

What do you need right now?

You know when you get to that point in your life where you look back on everything that’s happened and you’re not quite sure where it all went wrong? Karma’s a bitch, if you believe in that kind of thing. If you don’t… well, there’s not really much that can be said for it, is there?

Needs and wants are interdependently connected. You want some things because you need them; you need some things because you want them. Or sometimes you just need, and sometimes you just want. The things I need I should’ve paid attention to years ago. And the things I want… I could’ve had them years ago.

But here I am, aged thirty-eight with three failed marriages, living in a hotel room, with nothing but a job that keeps me going and a jailbird for a best friend. I need stability. I want stability. But every chance I get to have it, I screw it up.

This is depressing. Can we talk about something else?

Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 168
mood: blah blah

Dr. James Wilson
hearts_andminds. Closed to twerpwithcane

continued from here

Wilson was lying on his bed, head propped up onto his pillow with his shoeless feet crossed at the ankles and a book in his hands.

He wasn't expecting House to turn up, and he wasn't about to go looking for him if House didn't turn up.
mood: annoyed annoyed

Dr. James Wilson
fandom_muses Topic #41: The five stages of grief

The five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. Everyone grieves in their life, be it over the loss of a loved one or a dream they just can't reach. How do you grieve?

[OOC: This is completely and utterly AU.]

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Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D
Words: 2,653
mood: sad sad

Dr. James Wilson
elite_muses #11: Song that describes you

High above the mucky-muck
Castle made of cloud...
There sits Wonderboy
Sitting oh-so-proudly.
nothing much to say
When you're high above the mucky-muck... Yeaaauh! Yeuh!

What is the secret of your power?
Won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck, man?

now it's time for me to tell you about Young Nastyman
arch-rival and nemesis of Wonderboy
With powers comparable to WONDERBOY!


Oh, come on. You could totally see that coming; don’t tell me you couldn’t.

Although, I have to admit: I don’t actually know what the Mucky-Muck is. In House’s case, I’d say that the Mucky-Muck is clinic. That would make sense. Wonderboy, what is the secret of my power? Well, the secret of my power isn’t so much that I can take House far away from the Mucky-Muck, but I certainly usually, somehow, end up paying for his lunch or being freeloaded from. Somehow. I’m not sure what that has to do with the Mucky-Muck, but I’m sure I can come up with something if I think hard enough about this.

I guess in context to this song, Young Nastyman would be House, arch-rival and nemesis to Wonderboy. The term ‘young’ could be rightfully debated, though. As could the arch-rival and nemesis bit, really. Hrm.

Okay, I admit. Wonderboy really has nothing to do with anything, considering the song then goes into stuff that… makes no sense to me. Just highly questionable, if not dubious stuff. Just the title of the song fitted the jocund nickname House gave me once, out of sarcasm. Dr. James Wilson, wonderboy oncologist. I can’t really say I’m high above the Mucky-Muck when I have to work in the Mucky-Muck myself a few hours a week.

Oh well. This was amusing while it lasted.

Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 218, not including song lyrics

Dr. James Wilson
ineffablefandom: Fall

“You haven’t got any food in the house,” Wilson remarked as he stood in front of the fridge, door open, leaning over to peer inside. A near-empty container of butter, three slices of bread, half a shrivelled tomato on a saucer, a carton of eggs with only one egg left in it, four bottles of beer.

“Can’t shop,” House lazily replied from within the living room, the sound of the television almost drowning him out.

Wilson was eyeing the beer with an annoyed look on his face. “You have no food, but you have four bottles of unopened beer.”

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Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 1,700

Dr. James Wilson
licenseartistic: July prompt

Title / Prompt: Coffee And Scotch/This picture.
Character: James Wilson.
Warnings: None.
Pairings: James Wilson/Stacy Warner, James Wilson/Greg House sort of implied.
Your character's fandom: House, M.D.
Word count: 2,400.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own James Wilson, much as I wish I did.

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Dr. James Wilson
elite_muses #8: Who can't you live without?

Don’t make me say it.

No, really. You don’t understand.

This isn’t one of those… things that’s ever really discussed, because certain people who shall remain nameless ie., House have a superiority complex when it comes to this kind of… stuff. Or any kind of stuff, really. It’s one of those unmentioned things that’s always been, and it’s always going to stay unmentioned, and I’d rather keep it that way. You know, for my own sanity. And dignity.

I can give you clues, though, if you really must know. Gimpy walk. Cane. No manners when it comes to eating food. Has boundary issues. Has the whole rubix complex happening. Wouldn't know the words "subtle" and "tact", even if they were branded on his ass.

Yeah, yeah. Okay. Glaring clues. I don’t need to say his name; you all know who I’m talking about. I mean, he’s my best friend. I’ve known him for a long time. He, uh… He keeps me grounded, and I… I need that. Sometimes. He needs me, too, though he’d never, ever admit to that. And I’m okay with that. He doesn’t need to tell me. Actions speak louder than words. And I can’t really… live without--



Don’t make me say it. You get the general idea. Let’s just… leave it at that.

God, I hope this doesn’t get back to him.

Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 231

Dr. James Wilson
fandom_muses Topic 32: Write a letter

[Therapists say that the best way to work through unresolved issues is to write a letter and say all the things you need to say to the person you are having conflict with. This can be a letter you decide to send, but more often than not it will be a letter that no one but you will read. We want you to write a letter to someone, anyone, and say whatever it is you need to say. You can be completely honest in this letter because most likely, you will probably decide not to send it.]


It’s been a long time. I’d ask how you are, but I’m not sure you can cram the last nine, almost ten years into a single answer. I’d ask where have you been, but I’m not sure I really want to know. I’d ask are you still alive, and I so much want the answer to be yes, though there’s every bit the chance that the answer will be no.

I don’t know what to say to you. I don’t know you, so I feel like there’s nothing I can say. I feel like I’m writing to a stranger, mainly because that’s all you are to me. Even though I still love you as a brother. I miss you, though I don’t really know what I miss. I guess I miss the Josh I knew. God only knows who are now. You’re probably completely unrecognisable.

You needed me and yet you didn’t let me help you. I want to hate you for walking out of my life, but it’s been so long I feel nothing but indifference towards you. No point in hating someone you no longer know, is there?

I don’t even know why I’m writing this to you. It’s not like I’m going to get an answer.


OOC note: Wilson's brother's name is never mentioned in the show, thus "Josh" is pure extrapolation.</b>
Muse: James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 211

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