Insensitive
So many rape stories out there that my mind eventually becomes a bit numb reading them. I know that hurt/comfort is one of the easiest bonding tools we can use as far as thrusting characters together, but there's only so many ways to do it. On that note, thinking about rape stories got me wondering what about some of the more unusual situations and characters. Cuddy and Cameron have loads of stories where they need someone to turn to. What about a character that didn't want anyone near? What about someone who wanted to just forget it and move on? This led me to thinking about Thirteen: a girl who clearly runs from emotional trauma or stress. Who would she turn to? How would she react?
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Thirteen took a steadying breath before she walked into House's office. It was late and she had no idea why he was there, but it didn't really matter. Rubbing her tongue against the inside of her swollen cheek, she winced slightly. Shaking any hesitancy from her mind, Thirteen stepped into the last place she ever thought she would be turning to under these circumstances.
House studied Thirteen, curiously. She looked sullen and hostile. It wasn't much different than how she'd looked that afternoon, except for the bruise that was already forming along her left jaw. "I always knew you liked to play rough," House announced, pulling his glasses from his face. "Were you and your friend fighting who got to be on top?"
"Yeah that's it," she said blandly. Like Cuddy, she was one of the few people that realized going along with House's antics was one of the fastest ways to get what she wanted. "Grab your 'script pad doc, I got a list for you." She tossed the scrap of paper she'd been holding onto his desk.
House sat silently staring at the younger doctor. She didn't back down. She just waited, watching him with a confidence he could respect. Putting his glasses back on, he glanced over the list of medicines. He'd suspected as much, but the medicines she'd written confirmed that she'd been raped.
Thirteen let her shoulders relax as House silently began to write. She hadn't been positive, but out of all the doctors she knew he had been the one she'd believed would make the least amount of fuss over things. The team would ask questions. Cuddy would recommend therapy. Wilson would escort her to the police. Cameron would probably want to move in, although she couldn't stand her usually. There was no easy answer. Everyone cared too much.
Then there was House. House who didn't care about anyone. If he wanted to keep that image, she knew he wouldn't allow himself to react. He'd have to be indifferent. Anything except doing exactly what she needed, would prove he cared. It was a risk, but he hadn't let her down.
House wrote out prescriptions for the medicine she had listed and added a painkiller and something for sleep as well. She had given herself the bare minimum. Mixing the one's he wrote in between the one's she'd requested, he handed the stack of paper's back to her.
She reached for them, but he didn't let go. Looking up at him questioningly, she waited for some sort of response.
"You okay?" he asked, with a sincerity that nearly floored her. It wasn't a change in his voice; he sounded as indifferent as ever, but there was an intensity in his eyes that screamed the truth.
"I'm fine," she said, swallowing hard. Running a hand through her hair, Thirteen nodded her thanks and left.
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Any thoughts on whether this should stay a OneShot or grow into more?
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Thirteen took a steadying breath before she walked into House's office. It was late and she had no idea why he was there, but it didn't really matter. Rubbing her tongue against the inside of her swollen cheek, she winced slightly. Shaking any hesitancy from her mind, Thirteen stepped into the last place she ever thought she would be turning to under these circumstances.
House studied Thirteen, curiously. She looked sullen and hostile. It wasn't much different than how she'd looked that afternoon, except for the bruise that was already forming along her left jaw. "I always knew you liked to play rough," House announced, pulling his glasses from his face. "Were you and your friend fighting who got to be on top?"
"Yeah that's it," she said blandly. Like Cuddy, she was one of the few people that realized going along with House's antics was one of the fastest ways to get what she wanted. "Grab your 'script pad doc, I got a list for you." She tossed the scrap of paper she'd been holding onto his desk.
House sat silently staring at the younger doctor. She didn't back down. She just waited, watching him with a confidence he could respect. Putting his glasses back on, he glanced over the list of medicines. He'd suspected as much, but the medicines she'd written confirmed that she'd been raped.
Thirteen let her shoulders relax as House silently began to write. She hadn't been positive, but out of all the doctors she knew he had been the one she'd believed would make the least amount of fuss over things. The team would ask questions. Cuddy would recommend therapy. Wilson would escort her to the police. Cameron would probably want to move in, although she couldn't stand her usually. There was no easy answer. Everyone cared too much.
Then there was House. House who didn't care about anyone. If he wanted to keep that image, she knew he wouldn't allow himself to react. He'd have to be indifferent. Anything except doing exactly what she needed, would prove he cared. It was a risk, but he hadn't let her down.
House wrote out prescriptions for the medicine she had listed and added a painkiller and something for sleep as well. She had given herself the bare minimum. Mixing the one's he wrote in between the one's she'd requested, he handed the stack of paper's back to her.
She reached for them, but he didn't let go. Looking up at him questioningly, she waited for some sort of response.
"You okay?" he asked, with a sincerity that nearly floored her. It wasn't a change in his voice; he sounded as indifferent as ever, but there was an intensity in his eyes that screamed the truth.
"I'm fine," she said, swallowing hard. Running a hand through her hair, Thirteen nodded her thanks and left.
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Any thoughts on whether this should stay a OneShot or grow into more?