Fic: Progress
Title: Progress
Author: isaytoodlepip
Pairing: gen, mentions of House/hallucination!Amber, past House/Stacy, pre-slash House/Wilson
Rating: M, for language and sexual content
Word Count: 5,500
Summary: "He never thought her a comfort, but he’s glad she’s there at that moment."
Author's Note: This is a Mayfield fic, and as such contains spoilers for the end of Season 5 and the previews for the premier of Season 6. This fic is a continuation of my Hallucination!Amber POV story, Reception. That one was quite short so if you care to, pop over and read that first :) If you don't, I still think this is a stand alone piece. I'm hoping to write a House/Wilson sequel to it, but again, I hope this ends with a certain amount of closure. Lastly, I want to say that the second half of this piece was culled from an aborted attempt at a crossover fic with Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. If you've seen the film, you may recognize certain elements of it here, but prior knowledge of it is really not needed.
Disclaimer: This fic contains mentions of hypnosis. I have no personal experience with hypnosis, and though I recognize that the House version of hypnosis was a bit...far-fetched, it did make for great television so I'm using it here :)
The detox is slow. Responsible. And did you really think you could kick it in 24 hours? she taunts. He wants to yell at her to stop jumping on the bed. He can’t afford to piss these people off, and he’s vomited on the sheets twice already. But he’s resolved to stop speaking to her. Booo-ring, she sighs, grinding her heels into his pillow. He finds himself staring at her pale white feet, and turns on his side. Baby, she huffs when he whimpers at the new weight on his thigh, but she collapses against him and, just when he’s caught his breath, runs her fingers through his newly shorn hair. So soft, she murmurs, then laughs. Feels like that ball you had in your office. He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t pull away.
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Author: isaytoodlepip
Pairing: gen, mentions of House/hallucination!Amber, past House/Stacy, pre-slash House/Wilson
Rating: M, for language and sexual content
Word Count: 5,500
Summary: "He never thought her a comfort, but he’s glad she’s there at that moment."
Author's Note: This is a Mayfield fic, and as such contains spoilers for the end of Season 5 and the previews for the premier of Season 6. This fic is a continuation of my Hallucination!Amber POV story, Reception. That one was quite short so if you care to, pop over and read that first :) If you don't, I still think this is a stand alone piece. I'm hoping to write a House/Wilson sequel to it, but again, I hope this ends with a certain amount of closure. Lastly, I want to say that the second half of this piece was culled from an aborted attempt at a crossover fic with Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. If you've seen the film, you may recognize certain elements of it here, but prior knowledge of it is really not needed.
Disclaimer: This fic contains mentions of hypnosis. I have no personal experience with hypnosis, and though I recognize that the House version of hypnosis was a bit...far-fetched, it did make for great television so I'm using it here :)
The detox is slow. Responsible. And did you really think you could kick it in 24 hours? she taunts. He wants to yell at her to stop jumping on the bed. He can’t afford to piss these people off, and he’s vomited on the sheets twice already. But he’s resolved to stop speaking to her. Booo-ring, she sighs, grinding her heels into his pillow. He finds himself staring at her pale white feet, and turns on his side. Baby, she huffs when he whimpers at the new weight on his thigh, but she collapses against him and, just when he’s caught his breath, runs her fingers through his newly shorn hair. So soft, she murmurs, then laughs. Feels like that ball you had in your office. He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t pull away.
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