Breaking PointizhilzhaJanuary 23 2007, 19:11:29 UTC
note: above you will note i made no promises as to the tone of said ficlet. i tried to go for something dark-humored here, but wound up with just the dark bit. not even so dark...but i've never written wilson before, and he wouldn't be anything be in shock, so i hope you enjoy this anyway. *g*
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“Come on.” House’s cane snagged at his arm.
For a moment, Wilson didn’t move, feeling the weight of his friend’s pull on him. The ridiculous weight and risk of the request. How dare he? Every ounce of several years’ frustration found vent in just one word. “No.”
“No means yes, right?” There was a scuffle as House limped closer. “Come on, let's go.”
“No means no, House.” If he kept looking away, if he didn’t turn, maybe this wouldn’t become the same old refrain.
The cane tugged sharply at the crook of his elbow. Wilson spun around, and his fist exploded with pain where it connected with House’s jaw. House staggered backward, dropping his cane to clatter on the floor, and his right leg buckled under his weight, toppling him backwards down Princeton-Plainsboro’s front flight of stairs.
House didn’t even cry out, just flailed a hand for the bannister--and missed. Wilson stared, breath caught somewhere inside his chest, as House slammed full-length onto the steps, then slid and tumbled in a twisted half-cartwheel before coming to rest in a tangle of white coat and dark slacks.
“House. House!” Wilson barely realized he was saying anything, as he clattered down the steps before anyone else had realized what the noise had been about. He knelt on the landing.
House’s body was still on the stairs above, his head canted down from the last step at an impossible angle. The half-open eyes told Wilson everything he needed to know, but he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out his aching hand to press beneath the jaw.
Warm skin, and nothing else.
“Oh. God.” Wilson sat back against the wall, knees drawn up, and didn’t move as other doctors began crowding around. After a moment, he knotted his hands together in his lap, to stop himself from hiding his face. He had done this. He would bear witness.
Re: Breaking PointmistraltoesJanuary 24 2007, 14:19:39 UTC
note: above you will note i made no promises as to the tone of said ficlet. i tried to go for something dark-humored here, but wound up with just the dark bit. not even so dark...but i've never written wilson before, and he wouldn't be anything be in shock, so i hope you enjoy this anyway. *g*
No, no, the tone is fine! I could see several ways to go, and wondered what you'd come up with. Accidentally killing House would certainly shock him. And of course it's because House is picking at him. It's a good response to the challenge, and I enjoyed it. Thanks!
Re: Breaking PointizhilzhaJanuary 24 2007, 17:52:05 UTC
Aw, thank you for the reassurance. :-) I had a tough time with this one, because I identify maybe a little too much with Wilson, just in general terms. Heh. I thought it would be funny if Wilson actually mentally snapped and murdered House...but I couldn't manage the out-of-characterness.
This really made me want to write more in this fandom, though. Thanks for that. ;-)
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“Come on.” House’s cane snagged at his arm.
For a moment, Wilson didn’t move, feeling the weight of his friend’s pull on him. The ridiculous weight and risk of the request. How dare he? Every ounce of several years’ frustration found vent in just one word. “No.”
“No means yes, right?” There was a scuffle as House limped closer. “Come on, let's go.”
“No means no, House.” If he kept looking away, if he didn’t turn, maybe this wouldn’t become the same old refrain.
The cane tugged sharply at the crook of his elbow. Wilson spun around, and his fist exploded with pain where it connected with House’s jaw. House staggered backward, dropping his cane to clatter on the floor, and his right leg buckled under his weight, toppling him backwards down Princeton-Plainsboro’s front flight of stairs.
House didn’t even cry out, just flailed a hand for the bannister--and missed. Wilson stared, breath caught somewhere inside his chest, as House slammed full-length onto the steps, then slid and tumbled in a twisted half-cartwheel before coming to rest in a tangle of white coat and dark slacks.
“House. House!” Wilson barely realized he was saying anything, as he clattered down the steps before anyone else had realized what the noise had been about. He knelt on the landing.
House’s body was still on the stairs above, his head canted down from the last step at an impossible angle. The half-open eyes told Wilson everything he needed to know, but he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out his aching hand to press beneath the jaw.
Warm skin, and nothing else.
“Oh. God.” Wilson sat back against the wall, knees drawn up, and didn’t move as other doctors began crowding around. After a moment, he knotted his hands together in his lap, to stop himself from hiding his face. He had done this. He would bear witness.
House deserved at least that much from him.
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No, no, the tone is fine! I could see several ways to go, and wondered what you'd come up with. Accidentally killing House would certainly shock him. And of course it's because House is picking at him. It's a good response to the challenge, and I enjoyed it. Thanks!
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This really made me want to write more in this fandom, though. Thanks for that. ;-)
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