Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle (Version 2)
SEKRIT CABAL FICLET BATTLE HAS BEGUN!!
How to Participate:
Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then bask in praise ^_^
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How to Participate:
Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then bask in praise ^_^
( Posting Rules: )
Peter could feel the pain, even in the dream.
The unbearable heat, pumping through his veins, through the marrow of his bones. Pouring like wine down his throat, into his brain, a burning white light that just burned brighter as his brother came closer, and people - strangers and friends - ran down the empty city with fear on their faces. Nathan stood before him, and Peter couldn’t hold it in anymore. He exploded.
He jolted upright, a horrified scream falling from his dry lips. Wires and IVs pulled at his skin as he took in the beeping monitors, the sweaty sheets twisted around his legs, the harsh hospital lights.
“Was that you screaming?” said a voice behind him. “I thought a candy stripper had spotted a cockroach in the corner.”
Peter wiped around, but the man was already limping over to his bed. He used his cane to drag a chair over to the side of his bed, and sat down.
“I was going to be a hero,” he said, gesturing to his cane. “Chicks dig that.”
“Who are you?” Peter rasped. He coughed for a good minute before the man rolled his eyes and pulled over a side table with a jug of water, and left Peter to help himself.
“I am the latest doctor who has no idea what’s wrong with you,” he said. “I’m Doctor House.”
“What’s wrong with me?” Peter asked after he was down gulping down two glasses of water.
“Well, obviously it’s something connected to your hearing,” said House. “Now, listen, uh. Kid.”
“My name’s Peter.”
“You bet it is. Now, Mommy Dearest has called in all of the world’s Finest doctors and physicians and diagnosticians - like yours truly - to find out exactly what you did to put yourself in a two-week beauty sleep.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Of course you didn’t. You look like a...swell guy, really upstanding. Good hair, a little stroke mouth but hey, girls like strange things these days. A few of them have even liked me, so if that doesn’t give you hope, nothing will.”
“Oh my god,” said Peter. He wasn’t even listening to the doctor anymore. He had just remembered everything. Odessa, Sylar, healing himself, reading minds. Claire. The bomb. “The bomb.”
Dr. House blinked. “Right,” he said. “It’s the bomb. But- ”
“No, you don’t understand,” said Peter, already pulling off the wires stuck to his forehead. “I have to stop it. I have to stop me. I- ”
“No, I think that’s something I have to do.” He put his hand on Peter’s chest, pushing him back down. It lingered for a minute, before retreating. “Now, look. Your mommy has promised $50,000 in cash to any doctors who figures out what the hell is wrong with you, and I owe Wilson a dinner or fifty. So, how about this, you tell me whatever drug you OD on, and I’ll give you 10% of the money.”
“No, you don’t get it!”said Peter, who started to struggle again.
“Fine, I’ll make it 20%. But then you owe me a dinner, too.”
“What?” said Peter. “Don’t you get it? New York is going to explode!”
“Well, then I’m hoping to be safely back in New Jersey when that happens, with my fifty-thousand.”
“But-!”
“Fine, forty-thousand.”
“Look,” said Peter, grasping onto the doctor’s forearm. Peter looked into his piercing blue eyes, ready to plea with him, but then sighed. “I’ll give you a hundred-thousand if you get me out of here.”
House paused. “You’re a nurse. You don’t have a hundred-thousand.”
“If my mother has it, then so do I. Just get me out of here.”
“How do I know that’s true?” he asked. “Everybody lies.”
“Look, you said it yourself. I’m really upstanding. I’m good for the money, and if I’ll make sure my mother knows you were hear when I woke up and that you cured me, okay? You’ll get your money.”
They stared at each other for a good long time. Then, House helped Peter pull off the wires and get out of bed.
“I was lying before,”said House as he helped Peter get into his clothes. “I wasn’t gonna help any girl out with a cockroach. They’re icky. But you do really have nice hair.”
“Uh,” said Peter. “Thanks.”
He was just about to leave when Dr. House called out to him.
“Do you really think New York going to explode?”
Peter looked at Dr. House seriously. “Not if I stop it first.”
“Good then,” said House, walking closer to him. “Because I still want that dinner.”
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