Chapter two of the fic about ambience
[House and Wilson are watching Soaps in the Oncology lounge.]
Wilson: So, what’s going on, exactly?
House: She’s sleeping with him, but he’s gay and in love with her brother. So it’s basically all your marriages, except if I was related to your wives.
Wilson: [rolls eyes]
[Cuddy suddenly bursts into the room, papers in hand.]
Cuddy: [acidly] Guys, we have a situation. Of the legal variety.
Wilson: Have fun! [gets up to leave]
Cuddy: Siddown, you’re being sued, too.
House: HAH!
Wilson: What’d I do?
Cuddy: Bad!slash!fic starring you two. A woman’s daughter read it and now she’s bleeding from her eyes.
House: Does Wilson have amnesia?
Cuddy: Ambience, actually.
House&Wilson: [loud groan]
house simply stared in wonder at wilson through the window.
Wilson: Author-girl apparently has issues with capital letters.
Cuddy: And simply? Really doesn’t need to be there.
House: Wonder what I’m wondering.
Cuddy: Knowing you? The best way to milk the situation.
Unsure of how to act or where to move, or even what to think.
House: The period from the last sentence should be a comma, then.
Wilson: And, I’m not complaining here, but why can’t this girl capitalize names, but she’ll start sentences correctly sometimes.
Cuddy: She obviously hates you.
He wasnt brave enough to go in, and he wasnt coward enough to go home and mourn.
Wilson: Apostrophes are your friends, author-twat!
House: And who the hell ever said I was brave? And what am I mourning over?
Cuddy: That your boyfriend lost his memories.
House: And depending on how badly his brain was damaged, we’d probably be able to get his memories back.
Wilson: Have I had an MRI yet? A CAT scan, perhaps?
Cuddy: I doubt it.
ah, that was typical of him. Mourning his loss of wilson.
All: ...
House: When was I mourning my loss of Wilson before?
Cuddy: After the Tritter arc, maybe?
Fourth Wall: [groans]
House: [gives Cuddy a look] Watch the meta.
Cuddy: Sorry, sorry. After that incident with the nameless bastard who we never mention again.
Wilson: [wibble]
He was a bastard, he should be mourning with wilson. About the fact wilson cant fucking remember anything.
All: And, tense switch.
The blank look on wilsons face hurt more than anything. It tore at him deeply. house backed away from the glass his eyes tearing up.
Wilson: I certainly hope you would be trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me instead of being a pussy and wallowing in it.
Cuddy: Wilson. Obviously fic!House actually cares about you instead of being an emotionless bastard.
Wilson: He almost died for my girlfriend. Fuck Tritter and all that surrounds him.
House: [smirks]
He flinched visibly shaken when a hand touched his arm.
House: Yes, well, if a disembodied hand touched my arm, I probably would flinch.
he already knew that touch, it was far to light and airy to be anyone else.
Wilson: Is it a faerie?
Cuddy: Wilson, don’t you know that faeries are six feet tall monsters?
[House and Wilson share surprised looks.]
House: Never took you as the sci-fi type, Cuddy.
Cuddy: I watch for the plot.
And at this point he couldnt stand to look cameron in the eye.
House: Cameron, faerie, close enough.
Cuddy: I find you’ll realise you’re talking about yourself.
Wilson: [hisses] Oh, that’s discrimination.
Cuddy: [rolls eyes]
so he settled for staring at his shoes. he didnt want to know if she was crying.
Cuddy: Really? I’d think you’d be belittling her if she was.
House: Other than being the ER doctor who probably admitted him, what does Cameron have to do with what’s going on with Wilson?
Wilson: Bad. Fic. Do the math.
When she spoke he didnt have too. He could hear the tears in her voice.
House: Maybe we should be diagnosing me. I appear to have synesthesia.
"I consulted with Chase, and neither of us think this is deadly, or even permanent.
Wilson: Why not bring Foreman and your fellows in to round out the bunch?
House: And why wasn’t I consulted?
We are hoping that its a reaction to the new meds he was given last week. For the, uh, cancer, you know?"
All: What?
Wilson: Since when the fuck do I have cancer?
House: I’m not entirely sure. Seems to be common knowledge, though.
Cuddy: Are we really saying that meds could deteriorate his brain that quickly, without anyone-especially the two of you-noticing and that everything will be back to normal?
House: It could happen. I mean, after I diagnose my patients, everything always gets better.
Wilson: Even if their lungs are Swiss cheese...
House let these words wash over him, ah, the cancer, the fucking cancer that couldnt just fucking leave and be gone for ever. Couldnt just let him have wilson for these last few years. It had to steal not only wilsons youth, but wilson past.
Wilson: Oh, apparently I’m in A-fucking-Christmas-Carol now.
House: Did somebody forget to take his meds this morning?
Wilson: No, I did not forget to take my meds this morning. I’m just pissed off.
"Cameron that doesnt make any sense. The reaction would have showed up sooner."
House: Or we would’ve noticed sooner. Or it would’ve showed up later, depending on what meds they are. What they’re doing, exactly. Y’know, actual medicine.
Wilson: Hell, I could’ve just fallen over of cancer and banged my head on something.
Cuddy: I think the whole thing can be summed up by the first sentence, though. Except if the word “doesn’t” had its apostrophe and if there was a comma after Cameron.
Cameron sighed and then started to speak again. House braced himself, he knew their had been more. She wouldnt be this upset over a small thing like reactions.
Cuddy: Because bad reactions to medications aren’t serious problems at all.
"Or it could be Ambience."
All: [confused silence]
Wilson: I have amnesia because of... my mood? I can do that?
House: I don’t think it’s actually possible.
Cameron felt a tremor go through her fingers, unaware of whether it was herself or house that had trembled. it didnt matter, she stepped in close and held him, "It will be okay. You always find the answer."
House: You just told me two possible answers. It won’t be too difficult to narrow them down.
House let himself be comforted but couldnt help the nagging in the back of his mind, "cameron i havent helped any one since... since amber. im useless, i cant help wilson now anymore than i could save amber then."
Wilson: [sighs]
House: That was totally not my fault!
Wilson: I know.
House: And my brain is fine!
Wilson: Calm down, it’s just bad!fic.
House: You’re the one who was upset because fic!you has cancer.
Cameron took in a breath, "Dont talk like that!"
Wilson: That’s because fic!me always has cancer. It’s annoying.
Cuddy: Guys, focus.
House: We’ll discuss this later, then? [eyesex]
Wilson: [eyesex]
house pushed her off in self loathing. "im damaged. I cant even remember some words. I can barely spell my name! Wilson cant fucking be DAMAGED TOO!"
Cuddy: Please! As if you two aren’t already unbelievably damaged already.
Wilson: Yeah, I know. Wait-
Cuddy: Look! More bad!fic!
Cameron moved in again, with more force, crushing him in her arms.
House: Cameron couldn’t crush a twig.
"He wont be damaged if you help him. You dont have to cure him, you just have to love him."
House: It can all be healed with the power of love!
House sighed a calmness washing over him. he felt stupid sitting here in her arms like this. He didnt move away though because as pathetic as he was, he needed to feel something.
Wilson: You are feeling something, fic!House. You’re feeling sad and scared. You should be used to it by now, considering how many times you’ve almost died. Like, oh, say during a hostage situation.
House: Look! More bad!fic!
[Wilson rolls his eyes.]
Cameron let go after a few seconds, "Listen i have to go and pick up katy from chase.
All:...
House: Katy is who?
Cuddy: Apparently they’ve spawned.
School just let out, and well my husband may be good for somethings, but child care isnt one of them.
Wilson: I was kidding about that, Christ.
So ill be back in a hour or so. To check on y---Wilson later."
Cuddy: Who’s ‘Ill’ and why isn’t his name capitalised?
She gently patted his shoulder again, and motioned for him to visit wilson.
House: What’s with all the touching?
She walked slowly down the corridor, the space inbetween them filling huge oceans.
Wilson: What the fuck does that even mean?
***
[[authors note]]
whew. um, yeah, i just made up ambience.
Wilson: No. You didn’t.
Just pretend its like when you forget all your personal memories.
Cuddy: Like, oh, I don’t know, AMNESIA?
and then wierd things bring back certain ones.
House: You are a fucking dumbass, little girl.
kaythanks.
House: Go to hell.
Cuddy: So, what are you guys watching?
Wilson: Days of our Medical Mysteries.
Cuddy: Ooh, my favourite...
Out of curiosity, are there more chapters to this? I really, really don't feel like going through the backlogs and I missed when there would've been updates because I was grounded.
Found it on the pit... where this chapter and the first are one. How odd.
Wilson: So, what’s going on, exactly?
House: She’s sleeping with him, but he’s gay and in love with her brother. So it’s basically all your marriages, except if I was related to your wives.
Wilson: [rolls eyes]
[Cuddy suddenly bursts into the room, papers in hand.]
Cuddy: [acidly] Guys, we have a situation. Of the legal variety.
Wilson: Have fun! [gets up to leave]
Cuddy: Siddown, you’re being sued, too.
House: HAH!
Wilson: What’d I do?
Cuddy: Bad!slash!fic starring you two. A woman’s daughter read it and now she’s bleeding from her eyes.
House: Does Wilson have amnesia?
Cuddy: Ambience, actually.
House&Wilson: [loud groan]
house simply stared in wonder at wilson through the window.
Wilson: Author-girl apparently has issues with capital letters.
Cuddy: And simply? Really doesn’t need to be there.
House: Wonder what I’m wondering.
Cuddy: Knowing you? The best way to milk the situation.
Unsure of how to act or where to move, or even what to think.
House: The period from the last sentence should be a comma, then.
Wilson: And, I’m not complaining here, but why can’t this girl capitalize names, but she’ll start sentences correctly sometimes.
Cuddy: She obviously hates you.
He wasnt brave enough to go in, and he wasnt coward enough to go home and mourn.
Wilson: Apostrophes are your friends, author-twat!
House: And who the hell ever said I was brave? And what am I mourning over?
Cuddy: That your boyfriend lost his memories.
House: And depending on how badly his brain was damaged, we’d probably be able to get his memories back.
Wilson: Have I had an MRI yet? A CAT scan, perhaps?
Cuddy: I doubt it.
ah, that was typical of him. Mourning his loss of wilson.
All: ...
House: When was I mourning my loss of Wilson before?
Cuddy: After the Tritter arc, maybe?
Fourth Wall: [groans]
House: [gives Cuddy a look] Watch the meta.
Cuddy: Sorry, sorry. After that incident with the nameless bastard who we never mention again.
Wilson: [wibble]
He was a bastard, he should be mourning with wilson. About the fact wilson cant fucking remember anything.
All: And, tense switch.
The blank look on wilsons face hurt more than anything. It tore at him deeply. house backed away from the glass his eyes tearing up.
Wilson: I certainly hope you would be trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me instead of being a pussy and wallowing in it.
Cuddy: Wilson. Obviously fic!House actually cares about you instead of being an emotionless bastard.
Wilson: He almost died for my girlfriend. Fuck Tritter and all that surrounds him.
House: [smirks]
He flinched visibly shaken when a hand touched his arm.
House: Yes, well, if a disembodied hand touched my arm, I probably would flinch.
he already knew that touch, it was far to light and airy to be anyone else.
Wilson: Is it a faerie?
Cuddy: Wilson, don’t you know that faeries are six feet tall monsters?
[House and Wilson share surprised looks.]
House: Never took you as the sci-fi type, Cuddy.
Cuddy: I watch for the plot.
And at this point he couldnt stand to look cameron in the eye.
House: Cameron, faerie, close enough.
Cuddy: I find you’ll realise you’re talking about yourself.
Wilson: [hisses] Oh, that’s discrimination.
Cuddy: [rolls eyes]
so he settled for staring at his shoes. he didnt want to know if she was crying.
Cuddy: Really? I’d think you’d be belittling her if she was.
House: Other than being the ER doctor who probably admitted him, what does Cameron have to do with what’s going on with Wilson?
Wilson: Bad. Fic. Do the math.
When she spoke he didnt have too. He could hear the tears in her voice.
House: Maybe we should be diagnosing me. I appear to have synesthesia.
"I consulted with Chase, and neither of us think this is deadly, or even permanent.
Wilson: Why not bring Foreman and your fellows in to round out the bunch?
House: And why wasn’t I consulted?
We are hoping that its a reaction to the new meds he was given last week. For the, uh, cancer, you know?"
All: What?
Wilson: Since when the fuck do I have cancer?
House: I’m not entirely sure. Seems to be common knowledge, though.
Cuddy: Are we really saying that meds could deteriorate his brain that quickly, without anyone-especially the two of you-noticing and that everything will be back to normal?
House: It could happen. I mean, after I diagnose my patients, everything always gets better.
Wilson: Even if their lungs are Swiss cheese...
House let these words wash over him, ah, the cancer, the fucking cancer that couldnt just fucking leave and be gone for ever. Couldnt just let him have wilson for these last few years. It had to steal not only wilsons youth, but wilson past.
Wilson: Oh, apparently I’m in A-fucking-Christmas-Carol now.
House: Did somebody forget to take his meds this morning?
Wilson: No, I did not forget to take my meds this morning. I’m just pissed off.
"Cameron that doesnt make any sense. The reaction would have showed up sooner."
House: Or we would’ve noticed sooner. Or it would’ve showed up later, depending on what meds they are. What they’re doing, exactly. Y’know, actual medicine.
Wilson: Hell, I could’ve just fallen over of cancer and banged my head on something.
Cuddy: I think the whole thing can be summed up by the first sentence, though. Except if the word “doesn’t” had its apostrophe and if there was a comma after Cameron.
Cameron sighed and then started to speak again. House braced himself, he knew their had been more. She wouldnt be this upset over a small thing like reactions.
Cuddy: Because bad reactions to medications aren’t serious problems at all.
"Or it could be Ambience."
All: [confused silence]
Wilson: I have amnesia because of... my mood? I can do that?
House: I don’t think it’s actually possible.
Cameron felt a tremor go through her fingers, unaware of whether it was herself or house that had trembled. it didnt matter, she stepped in close and held him, "It will be okay. You always find the answer."
House: You just told me two possible answers. It won’t be too difficult to narrow them down.
House let himself be comforted but couldnt help the nagging in the back of his mind, "cameron i havent helped any one since... since amber. im useless, i cant help wilson now anymore than i could save amber then."
Wilson: [sighs]
House: That was totally not my fault!
Wilson: I know.
House: And my brain is fine!
Wilson: Calm down, it’s just bad!fic.
House: You’re the one who was upset because fic!you has cancer.
Cameron took in a breath, "Dont talk like that!"
Wilson: That’s because fic!me always has cancer. It’s annoying.
Cuddy: Guys, focus.
House: We’ll discuss this later, then? [eyesex]
Wilson: [eyesex]
house pushed her off in self loathing. "im damaged. I cant even remember some words. I can barely spell my name! Wilson cant fucking be DAMAGED TOO!"
Cuddy: Please! As if you two aren’t already unbelievably damaged already.
Wilson: Yeah, I know. Wait-
Cuddy: Look! More bad!fic!
Cameron moved in again, with more force, crushing him in her arms.
House: Cameron couldn’t crush a twig.
"He wont be damaged if you help him. You dont have to cure him, you just have to love him."
House: It can all be healed with the power of love!
House sighed a calmness washing over him. he felt stupid sitting here in her arms like this. He didnt move away though because as pathetic as he was, he needed to feel something.
Wilson: You are feeling something, fic!House. You’re feeling sad and scared. You should be used to it by now, considering how many times you’ve almost died. Like, oh, say during a hostage situation.
House: Look! More bad!fic!
[Wilson rolls his eyes.]
Cameron let go after a few seconds, "Listen i have to go and pick up katy from chase.
All:...
House: Katy is who?
Cuddy: Apparently they’ve spawned.
School just let out, and well my husband may be good for somethings, but child care isnt one of them.
Wilson: I was kidding about that, Christ.
So ill be back in a hour or so. To check on y---Wilson later."
Cuddy: Who’s ‘Ill’ and why isn’t his name capitalised?
She gently patted his shoulder again, and motioned for him to visit wilson.
House: What’s with all the touching?
She walked slowly down the corridor, the space inbetween them filling huge oceans.
Wilson: What the fuck does that even mean?
***
[[authors note]]
whew. um, yeah, i just made up ambience.
Wilson: No. You didn’t.
Just pretend its like when you forget all your personal memories.
Cuddy: Like, oh, I don’t know, AMNESIA?
and then wierd things bring back certain ones.
House: You are a fucking dumbass, little girl.
kaythanks.
House: Go to hell.
Cuddy: So, what are you guys watching?
Wilson: Days of our Medical Mysteries.
Cuddy: Ooh, my favourite...
Out of curiosity, are there more chapters to this? I really, really don't feel like going through the backlogs and I missed when there would've been updates because I was grounded.
Found it on the pit... where this chapter and the first are one. How odd.