Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.Heck, even during the story is fine. I really need to
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His apartment is the way he left it, right down to the dirty dishes in the sink and the pile of laundry in the hamper. He can take care of them later, though. Instead, he collapses on the bed, half-intending on sleeping, but he'd napped on the plane from Denver to Newark, and his body still feels awake, alive. It's too quiet in his room, especially after weeks on the Daedalus, the roar of the engines, after that last week on Atlantis, Rodney's steady breathing in his ear.
He considers prank-calling Cuddy, maybe crashing whatever diagnosis is going on for the kiddies. They don't expect him back from his three month vacation yet, and he should take advantage of the element of surprise while he still has it.
He doesn't quite feel up to that, though, not entertaining enough, done too many times. It was nice, having some time away from Princeton, catching up with old friends. It almost feels like he's missing something right now, and if he were being honest right now, he could probably name what that is, but he's not quite that pathetic, not yet anyway. It'll probably be years before he gets a chance to see Rodney again, knowing the way things go on Atlantis, and that's plenty of time for Sheppard, as dumb as he clearly is, to pull his head out of his ass and make a move.
It's not actually worth that much thought, so House calls Wilson's office instead, hoping to interrupt one of Wilson's touchy-feely meetings with dying people. He tends to be more snappish when House does that.
"Hey, honey! I'm home!" he says into the receiver, pulling out his pill bottle and tossing one down.
On the other end, Wilson laughs, which means that he was charting or doing something equally boring. House is never this funny when other people are around. "Already?" Wilson asks, and it's good hearing his voice again (though House wouldn't say that he'd missed it, per se). "How about some pizza and some Dr. Strangelove?"
"You're bringing both of them," House tells him, and yeah, he definitely missed pizza, the good kind, while he was away.
"I'll be around at about six," Wilson says before he hangs up.
House collapses onto the bed again and stares at the ceiling. It's probably the drugs talking, but he feels comfortable, warm, mellow. He's back on Earth now. If he were being honest with himself, he would say that it's good to be home.
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. It'll probably be years before he gets a chance to see Rodney again, knowing the way things go on Atlantis, and that's plenty of time for Sheppard, as dumb as he clearly is, to pull his head out of his ass and make a move.
For some reason, I loved this line so much. As I did the other Mathletes commentfic.
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And thanks!
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