Drabble #27--Wednesday
Drabble #27-Wednesday
Rating: G
Warning: kid!fic (part of the Church-verse); mentions of character death; OCs
Word Count: 674 words
A/N: Previous drabbles can always be found at my fic journal simple__stuff and on my personal journal. Just in case you feel lost or something. ^^ Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies!
"What are you doing here? It's barely light out! Driving down here in the snow, in the middle of the night, are you insane?"
"I didn't drive, Jer did."
"Is Jer insane?"
"Yes, I am. Can I sleep on your couch?"
"How do you get him to do that? That's the longest sentence..."
"You can go lie down in Church's bed, if you think you can sleep through his tortured screams."
"Thanks. Can I have what's left of him?"
"Whatever makes it through the beatings is all yours."
..............................................
I don't know if I'm supposed to be examining my life that was, or observing my life that isn't, or maybe I'm just supposed to play along with the "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" thing that's going on. Maybe this is just the waiting room entertainment, on the way to the next big thing.
One thing is certain, I'm still not admitting I might have been wrong about this whole afterlife thing. I have been known to hallucinate, quite vividly.
Next time, I want to hallucinate a threesome. Circa 1998 or thereabouts, because if I'd had any sense I'd have taken it when I could get it. When everyone had hair, and I had both legs, and Cuddy's boobs could stare a man down at thirty paces.
Well, if I'm stuck here, watching my family as it goes along without me, then I should at least be able to throw popcorn at them; or maybe bricks, or small forest animals. I never realized they were this stupid.
I mean, I had an inkling, but this is ridiculous. I know how Jimmy thinks, I know how Church thinks, and if I was there, it'd be a simple matter of knocking their heads together (mostly metaphorically), and pointing out the obvious.
Which might be the problem. I've always been there; sometimes standing between them, sometimes opposing them, but always there. What happens when you take away one leg of a tripod? What happens when you remove a cornerstone? Trinities, triumvirates, triangles, the Three Stooges; none of it works with just two.
Not that they can't live without me. I'm conceited enough to have thought it might not be the case, but it's obvious that they do, indeed, go on.
I suppose, since no one is around to call me on it, I wouldn't have it any other way. I might even consider the possibility of letting Wilson get married again (and if you don't think I have a choice in the matter, even beyond the grave, then you obviously don't know me very well).
As long as I don't get replaced by Chase. Cuddy, maybe, but I'll turn this place upside down if Chase even considers the possibility of thinking about it. I have standards, even if Jimmy doesn't.
.............................................
"You didn't have to come down. Do you want something? Coffee? Hot chocolate? I think there's some chocolate milk in the..."
"Please, stop. I don't want anything, I just want you to look at me. Talk to me."
"I am."
"See, that's what I've been trying to tell you about. You can talk at me just fine, but you just...there's no connection."
"I'm tired, it's early, and I don't know what you're talking about."
"Fine, you can be that way, but I'm not going home until we get this out in the open. I can't live like this."
"We don't have any choice."
"What is that supposed to mean? Because House is dead, we can't have a relationship?"
"Don't say...yes. It isn't the same, and it won't ever be the same."
"I...how can you...have you always felt that way?"
"Of course not. No. Never. But, I always thought you..."
"I never felt that there was a difference in my parents, or in how I looked at them. I never thought...I never felt separate from you, never in my entire life. Not until now."
(to be continued)
Rating: G
Warning: kid!fic (part of the Church-verse); mentions of character death; OCs
Word Count: 674 words
A/N: Previous drabbles can always be found at my fic journal simple__stuff and on my personal journal. Just in case you feel lost or something. ^^ Happy Valentine's Day, lovelies!
"What are you doing here? It's barely light out! Driving down here in the snow, in the middle of the night, are you insane?"
"I didn't drive, Jer did."
"Is Jer insane?"
"Yes, I am. Can I sleep on your couch?"
"How do you get him to do that? That's the longest sentence..."
"You can go lie down in Church's bed, if you think you can sleep through his tortured screams."
"Thanks. Can I have what's left of him?"
"Whatever makes it through the beatings is all yours."
..............................................
I don't know if I'm supposed to be examining my life that was, or observing my life that isn't, or maybe I'm just supposed to play along with the "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" thing that's going on. Maybe this is just the waiting room entertainment, on the way to the next big thing.
One thing is certain, I'm still not admitting I might have been wrong about this whole afterlife thing. I have been known to hallucinate, quite vividly.
Next time, I want to hallucinate a threesome. Circa 1998 or thereabouts, because if I'd had any sense I'd have taken it when I could get it. When everyone had hair, and I had both legs, and Cuddy's boobs could stare a man down at thirty paces.
Well, if I'm stuck here, watching my family as it goes along without me, then I should at least be able to throw popcorn at them; or maybe bricks, or small forest animals. I never realized they were this stupid.
I mean, I had an inkling, but this is ridiculous. I know how Jimmy thinks, I know how Church thinks, and if I was there, it'd be a simple matter of knocking their heads together (mostly metaphorically), and pointing out the obvious.
Which might be the problem. I've always been there; sometimes standing between them, sometimes opposing them, but always there. What happens when you take away one leg of a tripod? What happens when you remove a cornerstone? Trinities, triumvirates, triangles, the Three Stooges; none of it works with just two.
Not that they can't live without me. I'm conceited enough to have thought it might not be the case, but it's obvious that they do, indeed, go on.
I suppose, since no one is around to call me on it, I wouldn't have it any other way. I might even consider the possibility of letting Wilson get married again (and if you don't think I have a choice in the matter, even beyond the grave, then you obviously don't know me very well).
As long as I don't get replaced by Chase. Cuddy, maybe, but I'll turn this place upside down if Chase even considers the possibility of thinking about it. I have standards, even if Jimmy doesn't.
.............................................
"You didn't have to come down. Do you want something? Coffee? Hot chocolate? I think there's some chocolate milk in the..."
"Please, stop. I don't want anything, I just want you to look at me. Talk to me."
"I am."
"See, that's what I've been trying to tell you about. You can talk at me just fine, but you just...there's no connection."
"I'm tired, it's early, and I don't know what you're talking about."
"Fine, you can be that way, but I'm not going home until we get this out in the open. I can't live like this."
"We don't have any choice."
"What is that supposed to mean? Because House is dead, we can't have a relationship?"
"Don't say...yes. It isn't the same, and it won't ever be the same."
"I...how can you...have you always felt that way?"
"Of course not. No. Never. But, I always thought you..."
"I never felt that there was a difference in my parents, or in how I looked at them. I never thought...I never felt separate from you, never in my entire life. Not until now."
(to be continued)