Here Be Fic - iPod Drabbles
Title: iPod Drabbles (everybody’s doing it!)
Disclaimers: Yeah, you know the drill.
Rating: About as PG as they come.
A/N: So I cheated slightly - I discarded the tracks that weren’t in English. Also, only six, one vignette for each character (I refuse to write Tritter!). Each is exactly 100 words (she keels over in amazement!) - I've never written drabbles before & probably sacrificed characterization for form. Songs are listed with each drabble. Drawn from the challenge at housefic_pens
House
Burn Rubber - The Gap Band
His father was the first of a long line of critics who disagreed with everything he ever did. His father was just the first and the worst. A man of rigid morals with an overly developed sense of duty, who set aside his personal preferences in deference to the military hierarchy he served. A man who didn’t understand the son he fathered and lacked the curiosity to find out why.
According to his father, it’s his besetting sin. If he believed in sin (which he doesn’t), he still wouldn’t agree. A prohibition against curiosity didn’t even make the Top Ten.
Cameron
Carrion - Fiona Apple
She'd always been confident with men, knowing exactly how to pull them to her. It had been easy with Brian to coax him into sex, he had dropped into her hands easily enough and she'd quickly become used to the concept of thinking of him as hers.
Until he wasn’t.
The doctor had tried to explain. When he had told her, she realizes now, it wasn’t acceptance she felt, just numbness, tinged with disbelief. The patient was dying, this wasn’t some hypothetical, it was a certainty, a done deal. She couldn’t hear it then, she still can’t say it now.
Chase
A Pain That I'm Used To (Jacques Lu Cont Remix) - Depeche Mode
It always ends like this; Robert leaving, absorbed in trying to maintain his dignity and hiding the stricken feeling that invades his heart. It always ends this way; Robert berating himself inside for hoping this evening, this day, this time might have meant something more. It finishes with the same sense of helplessness; Robert feeling foolish for needing yet another person who likes the pretty packaging but who doesn’t want what’s inside. Again he’s walking away, wondering what part of himself he has to make over so that someone, anyone will truly want and claim him. Even if it’s God.
Foreman (& implied Wendy)
This is Radio Clash - The Clash
He’s happy. It makes little sense, but he’s happy. House is still a jerk and addict; Cameron still a whiner and manipulator; Chase still simply pouts and hides.
He’s not thrilled with his job. He’s unclear when and where he’s going next, but it doesn’t really bother him anymore and he finds he’s content. With the familiarity of the hospital, the staff, even the routine, the comfort that he understands how to get things done. At ease with the knowledge there’ll be a smile and a warm embrace to greet him that evening - perhaps the real root of his cheer.
Cuddy
White Ladder - David Gray
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby. She’s financially stable. She has a beautiful house. She has a garden any child would love to play in.
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby. She doesn’t need a man. She’s more than capable of finding a donor. She’s a doctor, she knows how these things work.
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby. She has a demanding job, but there’s day care or nannies. She knows she’ll make the time.
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby.
The only reason is she can’t.
Wilson
Mirage - Santana
He knows exactly how to parse the pages, every line of false dreams, each paragraph of lost hopes. Elizabeth, Hannah, Julie, Grace - they fill the first volume of his life. There’s a whole second volume devoted only to House.
But the essential narrative’s still the same - someone he uses to supply a sense of belonging, who uses him to fill a passing need, another who’s contemptuous of his failings, to whom he’s only tangible when he supplies the next meal, the next beer, the next pill. The parallels, the explanations are in the footnotes no one bothers to read.
Disclaimers: Yeah, you know the drill.
Rating: About as PG as they come.
A/N: So I cheated slightly - I discarded the tracks that weren’t in English. Also, only six, one vignette for each character (I refuse to write Tritter!). Each is exactly 100 words (she keels over in amazement!) - I've never written drabbles before & probably sacrificed characterization for form. Songs are listed with each drabble. Drawn from the challenge at housefic_pens
House
Burn Rubber - The Gap Band
His father was the first of a long line of critics who disagreed with everything he ever did. His father was just the first and the worst. A man of rigid morals with an overly developed sense of duty, who set aside his personal preferences in deference to the military hierarchy he served. A man who didn’t understand the son he fathered and lacked the curiosity to find out why.
According to his father, it’s his besetting sin. If he believed in sin (which he doesn’t), he still wouldn’t agree. A prohibition against curiosity didn’t even make the Top Ten.
Cameron
Carrion - Fiona Apple
She'd always been confident with men, knowing exactly how to pull them to her. It had been easy with Brian to coax him into sex, he had dropped into her hands easily enough and she'd quickly become used to the concept of thinking of him as hers.
Until he wasn’t.
The doctor had tried to explain. When he had told her, she realizes now, it wasn’t acceptance she felt, just numbness, tinged with disbelief. The patient was dying, this wasn’t some hypothetical, it was a certainty, a done deal. She couldn’t hear it then, she still can’t say it now.
Chase
A Pain That I'm Used To (Jacques Lu Cont Remix) - Depeche Mode
It always ends like this; Robert leaving, absorbed in trying to maintain his dignity and hiding the stricken feeling that invades his heart. It always ends this way; Robert berating himself inside for hoping this evening, this day, this time might have meant something more. It finishes with the same sense of helplessness; Robert feeling foolish for needing yet another person who likes the pretty packaging but who doesn’t want what’s inside. Again he’s walking away, wondering what part of himself he has to make over so that someone, anyone will truly want and claim him. Even if it’s God.
Foreman (& implied Wendy)
This is Radio Clash - The Clash
He’s happy. It makes little sense, but he’s happy. House is still a jerk and addict; Cameron still a whiner and manipulator; Chase still simply pouts and hides.
He’s not thrilled with his job. He’s unclear when and where he’s going next, but it doesn’t really bother him anymore and he finds he’s content. With the familiarity of the hospital, the staff, even the routine, the comfort that he understands how to get things done. At ease with the knowledge there’ll be a smile and a warm embrace to greet him that evening - perhaps the real root of his cheer.
Cuddy
White Ladder - David Gray
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby. She’s financially stable. She has a beautiful house. She has a garden any child would love to play in.
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby. She doesn’t need a man. She’s more than capable of finding a donor. She’s a doctor, she knows how these things work.
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby. She has a demanding job, but there’s day care or nannies. She knows she’ll make the time.
There’s no reason why she shouldn’t have a baby.
The only reason is she can’t.
Wilson
Mirage - Santana
He knows exactly how to parse the pages, every line of false dreams, each paragraph of lost hopes. Elizabeth, Hannah, Julie, Grace - they fill the first volume of his life. There’s a whole second volume devoted only to House.
But the essential narrative’s still the same - someone he uses to supply a sense of belonging, who uses him to fill a passing need, another who’s contemptuous of his failings, to whom he’s only tangible when he supplies the next meal, the next beer, the next pill. The parallels, the explanations are in the footnotes no one bothers to read.