Knots: Empty (9/12)

[extrabitter]

Part One (By Pitza)
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part EightThe small room is furnished with a table and chair. Its walls are painted a non-confrontational pale yellow, and there are two inoffensive prints to break up the monotony. Wilson knows that the incandescent lighting and the décor are supposed to manipulate him

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[kathtak]

*mourns at Wilson*

I want to say something deep over this piece, but alas, it has rendered me speechless.

Voondarbar. Am looking forward to seeing the conclusion. : D
Well. Sort of. You know.

I like how Wilson reluctantly got something from his sessions.
You write exquisitely!

[extrabitter]

Speechless is OK; I get that a lot.

If all goes well, I will be spending every spare minute writing the conclusion to post before midnight New Year's Eve. I'll have a bottle of Champagne to crack open when it's done. :)

[pwcorgigirl]

The struggle doesn't show in this chapter. It's beautifully written, and Wilson finally getting to the point of explaining why he did what he did is just harrowing. It makes the reader's heart ache for how completely messed-up he'd become

[extrabitter]

It came together last night in the shower when I realized that if I moved the therapist's office from Philadelphia to NYC, I could work with the 9/11 images I used with House in (I think) part two. From there, it wrote itself. The mirror of the devastation of the city was supposed to be a bigger thing than it was, but in the writing of it, I found that the willingness of both men to turn inward in a time of personal crisis was more important.

I also think the bits of humor are important, because even in the darkest times, there's always reality, and reality is pretty funny.

[logastellus]

Oh, my. Wrenching.

"hearing another use House’s name so casually makes him shudder, as if this woman has no right."
I loved the theme of ‘marking territory’ that ran through this chapter, most particularly this tidbit, which struck me as very telling about Wilson’s mixed-up emotions about House. It feels so visceral.

I got all the way to the end without getting too verklempt, and then this:
"the same hand that pushed House over an invisible breaking point, when all he meant to do was pull himself back from it."
…pushed me over the edge. It’s so tender in its way, but also a violent, forceful image. It made me ache for Wilson and House both.

[extrabitter]

I really hope that some time in the not too distant future, I'll be able to read this series and be moved by it. I'm hard on myself as a writer, although I never question my ability to tell a story and move other people. I guess I figure that if I get the words right, the story will come through. If I can get to a point where I can look past the flaws, I'll be very happy. That's happened before with some of my older short stories; I read them years later and I'm amazed that I wrote that.

So it might happen with this, eventually.

[evila_elf]

Wilson blinks. What kind of question is that? Janssen smiles at him, and it’s almost a smirk. He fears for a moment that his paranoia about privacy has led him to the therapist in the Tri-State area that is most like House.

hehe!
I love Janssen! Great original character!
Words can not express how much I am enjoying the ride that is this fic. I am looking forward to the next chapter, but also dreading it since I do not want to see it end!

[extrabitter]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked her. One of my favorite things about writing House fiction is the opportunity to create non-Mary Sue peripheral characters. Doctors and patients can really spice up a story if they're handled right (i.e. kept at the periphery and never stealing focus.)

I liked te idea that Wilson would be a bit more comfortable accepting an evaluation from a person who reminded him of House, but that he would be uncomfortable opening up to that same person.

[scb18]

Beautiful.
I'm just out of words to describe how much I love this fic.