Hurrah, Christmas?
Title: My Father's Old Coat
Series: The Rhythm of the Saints
Summary: Evan tries to work out the holidays.
Fandom: House
Word Count: 200
Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing: None
A/N: Just a little Christmukkah ficlet. Yes, I realize that Chase's fellowship should be long over at this point. It is, and by this point he's running the ICU (this comes up in a piece that happens before this one that's not finished yet). Anyway, fic. X-posted to housefic and pathologies when I get around to it.
Hanukkah, Evan has decided, is very complicated. There’s an awful lot to remember, and she’s pretty much convinced that she’s still getting it wrong. The latkes always turn out a little burned, which is fine by Mom, who doesn’t seem to care either way. The only really good part is listening to her Dad’s voice roll over Baruch atah Adonai like the words really touch him.
Out of a need to see how the other half lives, Evan decides she wants to go to church for Christmas. Mom talks Dr. Chase into taking her with him, and they drive the hour up to Newark for early Mass.
The Basilica is the prettiest church she’s ever seen, and the music is beautiful. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes, though, before she’s completely lost. It’s all awfully nice, but it’s not comfortable like burned pancakes or Dad’s voice.
Dr. Chase looks a little bit relieved when she politely declines his invitation to come along again; he spends the ride home telling her funny stories about sacrilegious nuns.
On Boxing Day, Evan and Poppa stay in bed all day watching Bruce Campbell movies.
The holidays, she has decided, are overrated anyway.
Series: The Rhythm of the Saints
Summary: Evan tries to work out the holidays.
Fandom: House
Word Count: 200
Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing: None
A/N: Just a little Christmukkah ficlet. Yes, I realize that Chase's fellowship should be long over at this point. It is, and by this point he's running the ICU (this comes up in a piece that happens before this one that's not finished yet). Anyway, fic. X-posted to housefic and pathologies when I get around to it.
Hanukkah, Evan has decided, is very complicated. There’s an awful lot to remember, and she’s pretty much convinced that she’s still getting it wrong. The latkes always turn out a little burned, which is fine by Mom, who doesn’t seem to care either way. The only really good part is listening to her Dad’s voice roll over Baruch atah Adonai like the words really touch him.
Out of a need to see how the other half lives, Evan decides she wants to go to church for Christmas. Mom talks Dr. Chase into taking her with him, and they drive the hour up to Newark for early Mass.
The Basilica is the prettiest church she’s ever seen, and the music is beautiful. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes, though, before she’s completely lost. It’s all awfully nice, but it’s not comfortable like burned pancakes or Dad’s voice.
Dr. Chase looks a little bit relieved when she politely declines his invitation to come along again; he spends the ride home telling her funny stories about sacrilegious nuns.
On Boxing Day, Evan and Poppa stay in bed all day watching Bruce Campbell movies.
The holidays, she has decided, are overrated anyway.