decisions, decisions
Well, finally. I was about to think that we're heading into a modern-day Great Flood of Noah. There's a small hill (pile of earth) just a few miles down the road, and hey... white-water rafting anyone?
Hmmm.. decisions, decisions.... which one to watch? "Still Game", then "Balls of Steel"? or "Pet Sematary"? Hmmm... Okay.
Speaking about decisions... I hate Thursdays. V. good TV entertainment happens on Thursday. Hate it how BBC2 pits "Absolute Power" against Five's "House". Fry v. Laurie. Thank God for people who creates VCRs. I'm still in awe how Five managed to pip Channel 4 (for example) to the "House" post. I mean, it's Five! It's the "porn and smut? this way, please" channel. Uh. Then again, their obsession with CSI shows (and now SGA... McSHEP! *squeels*) probably speaks for itself. Maybe the whole production team at Five are fangirls.
Anyway, spent the day cooking, cleaning, and ironing, and writing a (slightly overhauled) snippet for my House!fic (one eye on the telly, one eye on the computer). Look if you wanna.
"Your wife came to me yesterday. She asked for an ultrasound," House tells him. "Congratulations, you're a father."
"I'm not."
"No, you're not. Of course you're not. Which is why she ordered a side of DNA test to go with it." How can House be so casual like that?, breaking a news of this magnitude like it's the weather. Wilson wants to rail, go home and accuse his wife. But one look at House and he understands what his options are.
"Relax," House tells him as he swallows yet another one of those pills. And Wilson wants to know why he should. "Relax," House tells him again. "So what if the sperm isn't yours?"
"A divorce to start with," Wilson thinks of a million things that can go wrong and he doesn't know what to do.
"You don't give two craps about a divorce," House observes.
"You're right. I don't." Because he's gone through so many divorces, Wilson tells himself. It doesn't stop it from hurting any less.
"And she's not going to. She told me that," House says matter-of-factly, but Wilson is loathe to believe. Everybody lies.
"Fertilization and implantation make up half the story," House starts once more. "Let's try this again: 'So what if the sperm isn't yours?' The person who is there matters more than the donor who isn't."
There is silence between them as a realization dawns. Wilson looks at House who smiles rather sadly, "This means I can't keep the schedule I'm on any longer."
"The baby isn't due until next year," House supplies.
"Delaying the inevitable," Wilson concludes. "Which means that I'll have to leave you, too."
"You don't have to. Yes, we will have less time to spend together, if that's what you're getting at."
"We can't keep this up if I am to be a good father."
"You can't keep this up, you mean? Can't be a role model to a kid if the dad is two-timing the wife with a colleague, can you?"
"The kid doesn't need to know."
"Oh, so now I'm the dirty little secret. 'Cause I'm telling you now, I don't mind being a dirty, little secret. In fact, I might just like it. It's interesting."
"Must all this be all about you?"
"Mustn't it?"
"NO. This is about me. This is about my wife carrying the baby of another man. And I can't even go and blame her for infidelity, because I'm doing it too. Over the course of several marriages in fact. And even if we decide not to split up, what type of role models are we?" Wilson rushes into a tirade. "Try telling your kid, 'Hey, your daddy isn't your real daddy; and the love of daddy's life isn't your mommy?'"
"You can't tell that to a kid."
"Of course I can't."
"Because it's too complicated an issue for a young brain to comprehend. Maybe you should wait until after puberty."
"This is not a joke, House!"
"And it is not the end of the world either," House smirks. "In fact, life can never be any better for the kid. Just think of it this way, your kid might just have three daddies and two mommies. If it's lucky... even more than that." House wants to tell Wilson about political marriages, about droit du seigneur, about all the illegitimate sons and daughters who became kings and queens. One look at Wilson, House shelves the idea for another day.
"Are you crazy?" Wilson can shriek, apparently.
"What do you think?"
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Hmmm.. decisions, decisions.... which one to watch? "Still Game", then "Balls of Steel"? or "Pet Sematary"? Hmmm... Okay.
Speaking about decisions... I hate Thursdays. V. good TV entertainment happens on Thursday. Hate it how BBC2 pits "Absolute Power" against Five's "House". Fry v. Laurie. Thank God for people who creates VCRs. I'm still in awe how Five managed to pip Channel 4 (for example) to the "House" post. I mean, it's Five! It's the "porn and smut? this way, please" channel. Uh. Then again, their obsession with CSI shows (and now SGA... McSHEP! *squeels*) probably speaks for itself. Maybe the whole production team at Five are fangirls.
Anyway, spent the day cooking, cleaning, and ironing, and writing a (slightly overhauled) snippet for my House!fic (one eye on the telly, one eye on the computer). Look if you wanna.
"Your wife came to me yesterday. She asked for an ultrasound," House tells him. "Congratulations, you're a father."
"I'm not."
"No, you're not. Of course you're not. Which is why she ordered a side of DNA test to go with it." How can House be so casual like that?, breaking a news of this magnitude like it's the weather. Wilson wants to rail, go home and accuse his wife. But one look at House and he understands what his options are.
"Relax," House tells him as he swallows yet another one of those pills. And Wilson wants to know why he should. "Relax," House tells him again. "So what if the sperm isn't yours?"
"A divorce to start with," Wilson thinks of a million things that can go wrong and he doesn't know what to do.
"You don't give two craps about a divorce," House observes.
"You're right. I don't." Because he's gone through so many divorces, Wilson tells himself. It doesn't stop it from hurting any less.
"And she's not going to. She told me that," House says matter-of-factly, but Wilson is loathe to believe. Everybody lies.
"Fertilization and implantation make up half the story," House starts once more. "Let's try this again: 'So what if the sperm isn't yours?' The person who is there matters more than the donor who isn't."
There is silence between them as a realization dawns. Wilson looks at House who smiles rather sadly, "This means I can't keep the schedule I'm on any longer."
"The baby isn't due until next year," House supplies.
"Delaying the inevitable," Wilson concludes. "Which means that I'll have to leave you, too."
"You don't have to. Yes, we will have less time to spend together, if that's what you're getting at."
"We can't keep this up if I am to be a good father."
"You can't keep this up, you mean? Can't be a role model to a kid if the dad is two-timing the wife with a colleague, can you?"
"The kid doesn't need to know."
"Oh, so now I'm the dirty little secret. 'Cause I'm telling you now, I don't mind being a dirty, little secret. In fact, I might just like it. It's interesting."
"Must all this be all about you?"
"Mustn't it?"
"NO. This is about me. This is about my wife carrying the baby of another man. And I can't even go and blame her for infidelity, because I'm doing it too. Over the course of several marriages in fact. And even if we decide not to split up, what type of role models are we?" Wilson rushes into a tirade. "Try telling your kid, 'Hey, your daddy isn't your real daddy; and the love of daddy's life isn't your mommy?'"
"You can't tell that to a kid."
"Of course I can't."
"Because it's too complicated an issue for a young brain to comprehend. Maybe you should wait until after puberty."
"This is not a joke, House!"
"And it is not the end of the world either," House smirks. "In fact, life can never be any better for the kid. Just think of it this way, your kid might just have three daddies and two mommies. If it's lucky... even more than that." House wants to tell Wilson about political marriages, about droit du seigneur, about all the illegitimate sons and daughters who became kings and queens. One look at Wilson, House shelves the idea for another day.
"Are you crazy?" Wilson can shriek, apparently.
"What do you think?"
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