The Last Mile, Part 3 of 3

[extrabitter]

Title: The Last Mile (Part 3 of 3

Comments

[aheartfulofyou]

After waiting in anticipation for the conclusion of this fic, you've posted it, and it's perfect. This fic is a gorgeous piece. It's beautiful.

The symbolism of House and Wilson washing their hands together really, really got me, whether or not it was intended. Ah, and the dog, too.

*Sighs happily*. It's wonderful.

[extrabitter]

Thanks. With the hand-washing thing, I started it at random and then retooled it a lot. It was excruciatingly difficult to write. Basically those two symbolic bits were a way for me to get Wilson's shirt off without making it all seem cheesy. The whole thing was written working back from Wilson standing in the doorway wearing a pair of pld jeans.

I'm so glad you liked it!

[genagirl]

I liked Wilson's wild desperation. The rain, the dog, the blood, it all felt so panicked! Oh, and the ritual cleansing *sigh* And Wilson in jeans. I loved this but I'm sad it's over.

[extrabitter]

I'm actually glad to be done with this one. To write Wilson's panic, I had to panic. My process involve walking for miles at a time talking out Wilson's state of mind before he got in the car so I'd know where to start. I got lot of strange looks.

Then after all that angst, I wanted them to be happy for few minutes.

Watch for at least one outtake, 'cause I completely changed the action of the last part, and there's one leftover scene that I really liked, and I think it can stand alone.

[executivehpfan]

DUDE. MAJOR love. Major.
It rings so true that it could pass for canon.
Absolutely spiffing work.

[extrabitter]

Spiffing! I've always loved that word. Passing for canon is a huge compliment, and I thank you. I wasn't going for that effect at all. I just wanted to see whether I could convincingly do House-Wilson role reversal and the chaos it would create.

[evila_elf]

o.o

Wow! You captured the moods perfectly! The wind, rain, thunder, even the smell as House opened the window...not even sure if you described the smell, but it was there.

And the epilogue. Yay for the epilogue! One of the few fics that have ended so perfectly that begging for a sequel doesn't seem necessary.

I can picture a flash of lightning as Wilson looks at the dead dog and proceeds into his panic attack. *shivers*

[extrabitter]

I think people would be hunting me down to put my head on a pike if I hadn't written the epilogue. I'm just not that cruel that I could put them through so much and not provide a bit of respite afterward. I added it at the very last minute, and I'm glad it works.

Thank you for your kind words.

[__rini]

Oh, my god, oh, my god. I logged on at ten past midnite, in hopes that you posted the end -- and you did. And it is absolutely amazing, fabulous and brilliant. Etc. Heh. Wilson's panic attack, the storm, the epilogue...

A positively gorgeous piece of work. You did such a brilliant job with this...

[extrabitter]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. It was a challenge to write. I was afraid the panic would go way out of character, because Wilson is so restrained, but everybody panics from time to time.