Prompt Response #3
Okay. First response since I got over the black death, and it's for one of my favorite ladies in fandom, lwbush.
I'm unsure about this one. It's... odd. But we'll see, I guess.
For lwbush,
House catches Kutner reading fanfiction at work
“Edward’s hand slid gently over Bella’s supple chest flesh, caressing her breast with love and tenderness.”
“Oh, Jesus,” said Kutner, closing the browser window as quickly as he could. He had been so immersed in the story that he hadn’t even heard House come into the room.
House raised a single eyebrow. “Chest flesh?”
“It’s not porn,” Kutner said. “It’s, I mean, it gets a little heavy now and again, but it’s not porn. I… God. I picked up the books on a lark, just to see what the fuss was about, and, okay, I actually kind of liked them. And then one of my friends told me about this stuff…”
“This stuff?”
“Fan fiction,” Kutner said. “Fans… of books, or movies, or television shows. They… write stories about their favorite characters and post them online. It goes back a long time, although, I think it was not initially online.”
House just stared at him.
“No, okay, look, I won’t read it here anymore. It’s just, we don’t have a case right now, and I’ve finished my paperwork, and I thought, you know, a few minutes on my own… it won’t happen again.”
“It reads like it was written by a thirteen-year-old girl,” House said.
“It… probably was.”
House nodded, turned, and walked out of the room. Kutner sighed in relief and sat back in his chair, relaxing, and when the new case came in, he forgot about it.
A week later he found a pink plastic fanny pack in his locker. A week after that, a glitter covered plastic tiara. And then tampons.
Kutner was about to say something, but there was suddenly a new poster in some of the fan forums named Craig Holmes. Kutner printed out a random page and left it on House’s desk.
As he left the hospital that night, House stepped in front of him. The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. House’s eyes narrowed, but Kutner didn’t back off.
“Your characterization is solid, but your dialogue is stilted and choppy. And everyone sounds the same,” Kutner said. “Work on distinct voices.”
House glared at him.
“You’ve got promise,” Kutner said. “The presents stop and we’re good.”
House looked disgusted, and shoved past Kutner, shoulder first.
The next night, Holmes posted a few short dialogue exercises. Kutner grinned. He’d won.
I'm unsure about this one. It's... odd. But we'll see, I guess.
For lwbush,
House catches Kutner reading fanfiction at work
“Edward’s hand slid gently over Bella’s supple chest flesh, caressing her breast with love and tenderness.”
“Oh, Jesus,” said Kutner, closing the browser window as quickly as he could. He had been so immersed in the story that he hadn’t even heard House come into the room.
House raised a single eyebrow. “Chest flesh?”
“It’s not porn,” Kutner said. “It’s, I mean, it gets a little heavy now and again, but it’s not porn. I… God. I picked up the books on a lark, just to see what the fuss was about, and, okay, I actually kind of liked them. And then one of my friends told me about this stuff…”
“This stuff?”
“Fan fiction,” Kutner said. “Fans… of books, or movies, or television shows. They… write stories about their favorite characters and post them online. It goes back a long time, although, I think it was not initially online.”
House just stared at him.
“No, okay, look, I won’t read it here anymore. It’s just, we don’t have a case right now, and I’ve finished my paperwork, and I thought, you know, a few minutes on my own… it won’t happen again.”
“It reads like it was written by a thirteen-year-old girl,” House said.
“It… probably was.”
House nodded, turned, and walked out of the room. Kutner sighed in relief and sat back in his chair, relaxing, and when the new case came in, he forgot about it.
A week later he found a pink plastic fanny pack in his locker. A week after that, a glitter covered plastic tiara. And then tampons.
Kutner was about to say something, but there was suddenly a new poster in some of the fan forums named Craig Holmes. Kutner printed out a random page and left it on House’s desk.
As he left the hospital that night, House stepped in front of him. The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. House’s eyes narrowed, but Kutner didn’t back off.
“Your characterization is solid, but your dialogue is stilted and choppy. And everyone sounds the same,” Kutner said. “Work on distinct voices.”
House glared at him.
“You’ve got promise,” Kutner said. “The presents stop and we’re good.”
House looked disgusted, and shoved past Kutner, shoulder first.
The next night, Holmes posted a few short dialogue exercises. Kutner grinned. He’d won.