Drabbles
Seeing as I have actually written some of the drabbles I promised, and I have just finished an essay and feel tired but relatively happy, I thought I'd post the ones I'd done. So here they are!
Holmes/House, forapiphile
“The man intrigues me, Watson. He’s a fascinating mind.”
“And it’s his mind that intrigues you, is it?” said Watson, in a tone that strove for disinterest but missed by a hair.
“My dear Watson,” Holmes said dismissively, “I hardly know what you mean to insinuate...”
“I’m not a fool, Holmes!” Watson burst out; then, with an effort to control his voice, to imply nothing more than a mild scientific interest, “his cane left a mark on the floor. Leading from your bed,” a little more vitriol creeping in (but perhaps it could be explained away as nothing more than a distaste for inverts).
“I was merely investigating a hypothesis, Watson,” Holmes said reasonably, “that one crippled doctor can be substituted for another, if the preferred one is unavailable for the exercise”.
Watson reddened visibly, but kept his gaze level. “And what was the result of your little experiment?”
Holmes met his eyes. “Inconclusive.”
zombie!Hugh Lauria/Stephen Fry for triedunture
“Really, Andrew, are the chains absolutely necessary?”
“’Fraid so,” shrugged the floor manager apologetically. “You remember what happened last night. If Tesco Express had run out of wafer-thin ham I don’t know what would have happened!”
Stephen sighed. The reunion show was not going as well as he had hoped, all told. Hugh really hadn’t pulled his weight during the scripting stage (although at least he was over that fussy eating phase now - there were only so many live pigs for which the BBC was prepared to fork out, even to keep a talent as formidable as the great Hugh Laurie satisfied). Stephen took another sip of tea (Russian Caravan, loose leaf, from Whittard’s - but he hid it in a Twinings box). Suddenly a loud grunt emanated from the other end of the sound stage, followed by a high-pitched scream, and a moment later Andrew came running.
“Steve, could you for god’s sake go and calm Hugh down? That’s the third bloody runner he’s gone through in a fortnight!”
Stephen put down his mug and buried his face in his hands. Oh well, he told himself. At least we’re still under budget.
House/Foreman (prompt: flight) for queenzulu
“Hey Foreman,” said House, fiddling with the armrest.
“What?” snapped Foreman. They hadn’t even taken off yet and he was already on edge. Not that he was a nervous flyer or anything stupid like that - he was just dreading sitting next to House for the next four hours, that was all.
“I always get horny on airplanes.”
Foreman frowned in mild distaste. “What possible reason could I have for wanting to know that?”
House shrugged and turned to stare out of the window.
A few minutes later, after the engine had thundered into being and they were beginning their ascent, House turned to Foreman with a shit-eating grin. Foreman’s eyes flicked involuntarily to House’s crotch. He felt a strange mixture of terror and curiosity wash over him. Maybe the next four hours could be more interesting than he thought.
House/Wilson, with memories of a previous relationship, for karaokegal
Separate bedrooms, Wilson thinks, will probably keep this relationship (or whatever it is) going long past what either of them expected. Everyone thinks of Wilson as a people person, and yeah, he likes people, but he also needs his space. It’s one of the reasons he sucked at being married. Julie in particular used to cling to him at night. He would wait until she was most of the way to sleep and then roll away. They’d wake up facing in opposite directions. He sometimes wonders if the guy she cheated on him with held her through the night.
He doesn’t mind, because it doesn’t happen very often, that House sometimes won’t let him leave. It’s usually on a night when they’ve done it face to face, and House has buried his nose in Wilson’s neck, biting his lip as he came. When Wilson starts to get out of bed, to migrate back to his own room, House will silently catch hold of his wrist or arm. Sometimes, on these nights, House will rest his head on Wilson’s chest. Wilson doesn’t roll away.
House/Ten, for phinnia
“It’s bigger on the inside!” said Wilson gleefully. House rolled his eyes.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” grinned ‘the Doctor’ (House was not convinced this guy was a doctor at all; at the moment he was thinking “ex-illusionist who has escaped from a mental facility, suffering from delusions of grandeur and mania”).
“How does it work?” he asked shortly.
“It’s Time Lord technology,” the unflappable maniac replied. “Normally it blends in with its surroundings, but it’s got stuck in this form. I like it though, it’s -”
“How does it work?” House cut him off impatiently.
“House,” Wilson reproached, “do you think you could at least attempt to be civil to the super-intelligent alien who has invited us onto his spaceship?”
Either Wilson was keeping his mind so open his brain had fallen out or he’d come to the same conclusion as House and was humouring the guy so he wouldn’t come at them with that crazy-looking screwdriver thing.
“I’ll explain on the way back,” the ‘Doctor’ promised, “but first I need you to come with me. There’s been an outbreak... on the planet Peterdinklage!”
“Isn’t that a renowned character actor?” House started to ask, but suddenly the so-called Tardis - however improbably - began to take off...
Drabbles for jblankbluth and starlingthefool are, like the future, unwritten. But they will happen. jane_hidell 's drabble is about halfway through and is by far the longest already, it is all about soup, I guess the idea of food inspires me, a bit like Kung Fu Panda. Anyway I hope you guys like them and stuff. Love, me.
Holmes/House, forapiphile
“The man intrigues me, Watson. He’s a fascinating mind.”
“And it’s his mind that intrigues you, is it?” said Watson, in a tone that strove for disinterest but missed by a hair.
“My dear Watson,” Holmes said dismissively, “I hardly know what you mean to insinuate...”
“I’m not a fool, Holmes!” Watson burst out; then, with an effort to control his voice, to imply nothing more than a mild scientific interest, “his cane left a mark on the floor. Leading from your bed,” a little more vitriol creeping in (but perhaps it could be explained away as nothing more than a distaste for inverts).
“I was merely investigating a hypothesis, Watson,” Holmes said reasonably, “that one crippled doctor can be substituted for another, if the preferred one is unavailable for the exercise”.
Watson reddened visibly, but kept his gaze level. “And what was the result of your little experiment?”
Holmes met his eyes. “Inconclusive.”
zombie!Hugh Lauria/Stephen Fry for triedunture
“Really, Andrew, are the chains absolutely necessary?”
“’Fraid so,” shrugged the floor manager apologetically. “You remember what happened last night. If Tesco Express had run out of wafer-thin ham I don’t know what would have happened!”
Stephen sighed. The reunion show was not going as well as he had hoped, all told. Hugh really hadn’t pulled his weight during the scripting stage (although at least he was over that fussy eating phase now - there were only so many live pigs for which the BBC was prepared to fork out, even to keep a talent as formidable as the great Hugh Laurie satisfied). Stephen took another sip of tea (Russian Caravan, loose leaf, from Whittard’s - but he hid it in a Twinings box). Suddenly a loud grunt emanated from the other end of the sound stage, followed by a high-pitched scream, and a moment later Andrew came running.
“Steve, could you for god’s sake go and calm Hugh down? That’s the third bloody runner he’s gone through in a fortnight!”
Stephen put down his mug and buried his face in his hands. Oh well, he told himself. At least we’re still under budget.
House/Foreman (prompt: flight) for queenzulu
“Hey Foreman,” said House, fiddling with the armrest.
“What?” snapped Foreman. They hadn’t even taken off yet and he was already on edge. Not that he was a nervous flyer or anything stupid like that - he was just dreading sitting next to House for the next four hours, that was all.
“I always get horny on airplanes.”
Foreman frowned in mild distaste. “What possible reason could I have for wanting to know that?”
House shrugged and turned to stare out of the window.
A few minutes later, after the engine had thundered into being and they were beginning their ascent, House turned to Foreman with a shit-eating grin. Foreman’s eyes flicked involuntarily to House’s crotch. He felt a strange mixture of terror and curiosity wash over him. Maybe the next four hours could be more interesting than he thought.
House/Wilson, with memories of a previous relationship, for karaokegal
Separate bedrooms, Wilson thinks, will probably keep this relationship (or whatever it is) going long past what either of them expected. Everyone thinks of Wilson as a people person, and yeah, he likes people, but he also needs his space. It’s one of the reasons he sucked at being married. Julie in particular used to cling to him at night. He would wait until she was most of the way to sleep and then roll away. They’d wake up facing in opposite directions. He sometimes wonders if the guy she cheated on him with held her through the night.
He doesn’t mind, because it doesn’t happen very often, that House sometimes won’t let him leave. It’s usually on a night when they’ve done it face to face, and House has buried his nose in Wilson’s neck, biting his lip as he came. When Wilson starts to get out of bed, to migrate back to his own room, House will silently catch hold of his wrist or arm. Sometimes, on these nights, House will rest his head on Wilson’s chest. Wilson doesn’t roll away.
House/Ten, for phinnia
“It’s bigger on the inside!” said Wilson gleefully. House rolled his eyes.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” grinned ‘the Doctor’ (House was not convinced this guy was a doctor at all; at the moment he was thinking “ex-illusionist who has escaped from a mental facility, suffering from delusions of grandeur and mania”).
“How does it work?” he asked shortly.
“It’s Time Lord technology,” the unflappable maniac replied. “Normally it blends in with its surroundings, but it’s got stuck in this form. I like it though, it’s -”
“How does it work?” House cut him off impatiently.
“House,” Wilson reproached, “do you think you could at least attempt to be civil to the super-intelligent alien who has invited us onto his spaceship?”
Either Wilson was keeping his mind so open his brain had fallen out or he’d come to the same conclusion as House and was humouring the guy so he wouldn’t come at them with that crazy-looking screwdriver thing.
“I’ll explain on the way back,” the ‘Doctor’ promised, “but first I need you to come with me. There’s been an outbreak... on the planet Peterdinklage!”
“Isn’t that a renowned character actor?” House started to ask, but suddenly the so-called Tardis - however improbably - began to take off...
Drabbles for jblankbluth and starlingthefool are, like the future, unwritten. But they will happen. jane_hidell 's drabble is about halfway through and is by far the longest already, it is all about soup, I guess the idea of food inspires me, a bit like Kung Fu Panda. Anyway I hope you guys like them and stuff. Love, me.