"Explication of a Prefix"--- (PG-13, House/Wilson)

[aheartfulofyou]

Title: Explication of a Prefix
Author: aheartfulofyou
Rating: PG-13
Words: 6,733
Pairings: House/Wilson, Wilson/wives-and-girlfriends
Spoilers/Setting: Pre-show to S2, 2x6 “Spin” centric, spoilers up to 2x8 “The Mistake”

Notes: Owned by David Shore. Tennessee Williams reference belongs to-guess who?-Tennessee Williams. Dedicated to my gorgeous genagirl, whom I worship

Comments

[gandolforf]

Very nice. I love the way you've gently elaborated on the hints and clues that have been in the show. Wonderful job.

[aheartfulofyou]

Thank you! So glad you liked it. :)

[bobrhyn]

EEEE.

In all honesty, I declare this my favorite House fic yet. <3 Your Wilson just kills me, because it's so, so him, all the way. Your characterization in general is fabulous, and - shock of all shocks - your medical bits are actually, you know, convincing and interesting and House. And the exact same thing goes for their (House and Wilson's, that is) development, because it really was so believable. Hoo yeah. Instant memory, here.

Also, I'm friending you, because you are awesome. Hope you don't mind!

[aheartfulofyou]

Thank you so much! I'm immensely happy that you enjoyed it. It makes a writer all warm and fuzzy inside.

And of course I don't mind. *Absolutely friends you back*.

[aheartfulofyou]

Thank you! :)

[marginaliana]

Oh! So perfect. I love the way Wilson comes to this slow and bizarre realization about himself.

This paragraph:
Wilson slipped his hands into his lab coat pockets, and pushed open the glass door to House’s office. He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a shaky sigh. He didn’t know what he was doing. He had just destroyed a friendship, destroyed the reason of it all. Back to being in love with his stupid… messed-up work, back to watching people die, because there was no point. No point in trying to love everyone else, when the one person you did love stared you in the face, stole chips from you, rambled about his one true love, was a bitter, angry, tactless genius.

Lovely. Perfect lovely angst. *goes off to hunt down more of your writing*

[aheartfulofyou]

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! *Beams*.

[bratlupa]

I like it, I especially liked the end.

[aheartfulofyou]

Thanks! I'm glad.