I'm just not cool with that.
Found an instance of plagiarism on ff.net today.
Chapter 27 of deminio's story
Note: deminio lists mishymo as one of her favorite author's in her profile.
She just smiled at him and then slid down the bed and lied on her left side, leaving a large expanse of mattress for House to lye down next to her.
“I’m not contagious you know…” he said with a smirk.
“I’m not going to sleep if you don’t lie down with me…” she said, still smiling at him.
How could he say no to that smile?
He carefully climbed fully on the bed and lied on his back. He placed his right hand around her body and rested it on her lower back. She rested her head on his shoulder and laced her right hand with his left, their joined hands now resting on his stomach, her right leg was splayed across his hips.
He draped the blanket over their bodies and they just stayed there, in each others arms.
“You know…” said House after some silent minutes “If your parents enter and see as like that I am in big trouble…” he said but didn’t make a move to leave.
“I’ll protect you...” she stated sleepily
“Oh yeah? How exactly are you going to do that?” he said and his low, deep voice made shivers run down her spine.
“I’ll tell them that I was taking advantage of you and not the other way around…” she said and brought her leg to rest higher on his hips, making him moan lightly.
“You are going to be the death of me…” he said and turned his head to place a kiss on her forehead.
“And you are going to love every minute of it…” she said and he could feel her smile against his shoulder.
“Definitely…” he stated and tightened his grip around her.
Cameron’s parents returned to her room only to find her sleeping in the arms of Gregory House.
“They are asleep…” stated her mother
“What do you think of him?” asked Jonathan without averting his gaze from the sleeping couple.
“I think they are good for each other… I haven’t seen her that peaceful and happy in years.” said Mary, smiling softly
“I know… she deserves to be happy again after everything she’s been through the last time she was in a serious relationship.” said Jonathan, a warm smile on his lips too.
They remained silent for a while, just looking at the sleeping couple in front of them when Jonathan broke the silence.
“I think they love each other…” he said, his smile growing wider
“I am sure they love each other…” commented Mary and turned to look at her husband.
They exchanged knowing smiles and decided to leave them alone to rest. With that thought they made their way back to the cafeteria knowing that their daughter was safe and sound…
The original:
Chapter 20 of mishymo's story.
He watched as he saw her almost visibly come to a conclusion and then looked on almost confused as that conclusion made her to slide down the bed, turn fully onto her left side and shuffle to the opposite side of the small bed leaving a large expanse of mattress just inches away from his aching tired body.
It was one of the most inviting sights ever to lie before him.
"I'm not contagious." he said echoing her words, still holding back.
*****
"William, go in,” Martha said in a bustling tone, “I don't want to stand around in the hallway all night."
"Look." he said to his wife with a smile pointing into the room.
Martha drew tentatively closer and looked through the glass to see her daughter curled against House's large form.
She sighed thoughtfully.
"I'm still not sure about him." her tone cautious and forlorn.
"He's a rebel, a bachelor, a bit aggressive and entirely set in his ways." Then he grinned and looked his wife directly in the eye, "He's me forty years ago. How could you not like him?"
"Yes, but then you met me." she said with a playful smile.
"And now he's got our Allie. He’d do anything to protect her, that's good enough for me. Not to mention I haven't seen Allie smile so brilliantly since John died." He sighed slightly, the memory of Cameron's grief almost too much to bear. He shook his head and continued in a soft voice, "Talk to him. Talk to Allie. He's a good man though he hides it well."
"Just like you." she said almost teasingly.
"They'll be good for each other." he said confidently looking back into the room and its occupants.
*****
"I'll protect you." she whispered secretly with a smile.
"A waif like you? How could you possibly protect me?" he scoffed.
"I'll just tell him I was taking advantage of you and not the other way around." she said confidently.
"Why do I get the feeling that you could turn against me at any moment?" he asked warily.
"Because I could, so behave." she warned good-naturedly.
He chuckled and breathed, "Impossible."
"I know," she said with a quiet giggle, "I don't know what I was thinking."
I already reported it to the author of the original story, because I figured if it happened to me, I'd want to know. So my question is, did I do the right thing by telling the author? Or do you think "ignorance is bliss?"
Chapter 27 of deminio's story
Note: deminio lists mishymo as one of her favorite author's in her profile.
She just smiled at him and then slid down the bed and lied on her left side, leaving a large expanse of mattress for House to lye down next to her.
“I’m not contagious you know…” he said with a smirk.
“I’m not going to sleep if you don’t lie down with me…” she said, still smiling at him.
How could he say no to that smile?
He carefully climbed fully on the bed and lied on his back. He placed his right hand around her body and rested it on her lower back. She rested her head on his shoulder and laced her right hand with his left, their joined hands now resting on his stomach, her right leg was splayed across his hips.
He draped the blanket over their bodies and they just stayed there, in each others arms.
“You know…” said House after some silent minutes “If your parents enter and see as like that I am in big trouble…” he said but didn’t make a move to leave.
“I’ll protect you...” she stated sleepily
“Oh yeah? How exactly are you going to do that?” he said and his low, deep voice made shivers run down her spine.
“I’ll tell them that I was taking advantage of you and not the other way around…” she said and brought her leg to rest higher on his hips, making him moan lightly.
“You are going to be the death of me…” he said and turned his head to place a kiss on her forehead.
“And you are going to love every minute of it…” she said and he could feel her smile against his shoulder.
“Definitely…” he stated and tightened his grip around her.
Cameron’s parents returned to her room only to find her sleeping in the arms of Gregory House.
“They are asleep…” stated her mother
“What do you think of him?” asked Jonathan without averting his gaze from the sleeping couple.
“I think they are good for each other… I haven’t seen her that peaceful and happy in years.” said Mary, smiling softly
“I know… she deserves to be happy again after everything she’s been through the last time she was in a serious relationship.” said Jonathan, a warm smile on his lips too.
They remained silent for a while, just looking at the sleeping couple in front of them when Jonathan broke the silence.
“I think they love each other…” he said, his smile growing wider
“I am sure they love each other…” commented Mary and turned to look at her husband.
They exchanged knowing smiles and decided to leave them alone to rest. With that thought they made their way back to the cafeteria knowing that their daughter was safe and sound…
The original:
Chapter 20 of mishymo's story.
He watched as he saw her almost visibly come to a conclusion and then looked on almost confused as that conclusion made her to slide down the bed, turn fully onto her left side and shuffle to the opposite side of the small bed leaving a large expanse of mattress just inches away from his aching tired body.
It was one of the most inviting sights ever to lie before him.
"I'm not contagious." he said echoing her words, still holding back.
*****
"William, go in,” Martha said in a bustling tone, “I don't want to stand around in the hallway all night."
"Look." he said to his wife with a smile pointing into the room.
Martha drew tentatively closer and looked through the glass to see her daughter curled against House's large form.
She sighed thoughtfully.
"I'm still not sure about him." her tone cautious and forlorn.
"He's a rebel, a bachelor, a bit aggressive and entirely set in his ways." Then he grinned and looked his wife directly in the eye, "He's me forty years ago. How could you not like him?"
"Yes, but then you met me." she said with a playful smile.
"And now he's got our Allie. He’d do anything to protect her, that's good enough for me. Not to mention I haven't seen Allie smile so brilliantly since John died." He sighed slightly, the memory of Cameron's grief almost too much to bear. He shook his head and continued in a soft voice, "Talk to him. Talk to Allie. He's a good man though he hides it well."
"Just like you." she said almost teasingly.
"They'll be good for each other." he said confidently looking back into the room and its occupants.
*****
"I'll protect you." she whispered secretly with a smile.
"A waif like you? How could you possibly protect me?" he scoffed.
"I'll just tell him I was taking advantage of you and not the other way around." she said confidently.
"Why do I get the feeling that you could turn against me at any moment?" he asked warily.
"Because I could, so behave." she warned good-naturedly.
He chuckled and breathed, "Impossible."
"I know," she said with a quiet giggle, "I don't know what I was thinking."
I already reported it to the author of the original story, because I figured if it happened to me, I'd want to know. So my question is, did I do the right thing by telling the author? Or do you think "ignorance is bliss?"