Three Plastic Knights
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house_wilson_ghcThe "Wilson" to my "House" informed me that the reason they were not reading my fics was because they couldn't afford to be sad. Subsequently, they requested that I write something that didn't "end in death" or wasn't "cute... but in a sad way". We had a long discussion about how hard this really is, and I think that I ultimately failed.
Anyways. I was asked. I tried to deliver. I thought I'd share the fluff.
Title: Three Plastic Knights
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: G
Warning: Fluffer McFlufferson. Only 565 words!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I actually probably don't even technically own the underwear I'm wearing. Figure that out.
Wilson shoved his hands in his pockets as he followed House through the mall. He hadn’t bothered to ask why they were there… asking wouldn’t have done him any good. It never did any good.
He was surprised when House limped towards the brightly colored toy store, the same kind of determined limp the man had when there were tacos in the cafeteria. Wilson followed after him in silence. After all, the toy store may as well have been sacred ground.
It was a honor to be invited to The Toy Store.
Even if it wasn’t so much an invitation as a demand for your time.
He watched as House went through the bin of simple, cheap, toys first… small rubber creations, yo-yos and finger puppets. A glow in the dark sheep. A squeaking gold fish. He selected a glow in the dark sheep, and moved on to the wind up toys.
Mice, seals, teeth, hot dogs and even a pickle… the pickle was greeted with a faint, barely perceptible smile from House as he picked it up and held it with his sheep, obviously enjoying the absurdity of a wind-up pickle.
Then they were on the move again, reaching the center of the store. There was a massive display holding all kinds of realistic, plastic, creations. Tubs of whales and sharks, tubs of bears and geese… and a ledge that held knights on prancing horses and damsels in distress….
There was a genuine smile on House’s lips as he reached for one of the knights, “Sweet. Look at this. I had one kind of like this when I was a kid… one of the few toys I had.”
“Really?” Wilson asked, looking at the knight in House’s hand.
“Yeah, it wasn’t plastic, and was probably from something else, but he was pretty awesome,” House inspected the plastic knight and horse closely.
“Did you have one of those Tony the Pony things?” Wilson picked up one of the knights, “It was one of those ride-on things… shaped like a horse.”
“No, but I had a neighbor who did,” House pretended to run the horse and knight along the ledge in the manner of a child, “I’m assuming, from your intimate knowledge of the toy… that you had one.”
“Yeah,” Wilson found himself caught up in House’s play, ‘galloping’ his plastic knight towards the other man’s, “Danny ended up with it because he was the youngest.”
House clashed his plastic knight with Wilson’s, making accompanying sound effects and Wilson couldn’t keep himself from laughing. It was moments like these, seeing behind the brooding mask, that he realized how much he really did love House.
The man looked up at him and smiled, holding the plastic horse and knight in his hand and Wilson couldn’t stop himself from speaking, “I love you.”
“…I know,” House picked up another knight, jousting with himself on the ledge. Wilson watched him. ‘I know’ was as good as ‘I love you, too’.
Better.
Three plastic knights and their horses came to thirty-three dollars, before tax. James Wilson bought three plastic knights for a fifty year old man, and couldn’t have been happier to hand over his credit card. If it took three plastic knights to make House smile like that, to let Wilson into his world, then he didn’t need to be asked. He’d buy them.
And play with them, too.
Anyways. I was asked. I tried to deliver. I thought I'd share the fluff.
Title: Three Plastic Knights
Author:
lucid_dreamer_Rating: G
Warning: Fluffer McFlufferson. Only 565 words!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I actually probably don't even technically own the underwear I'm wearing. Figure that out.
Wilson shoved his hands in his pockets as he followed House through the mall. He hadn’t bothered to ask why they were there… asking wouldn’t have done him any good. It never did any good.
He was surprised when House limped towards the brightly colored toy store, the same kind of determined limp the man had when there were tacos in the cafeteria. Wilson followed after him in silence. After all, the toy store may as well have been sacred ground.
It was a honor to be invited to The Toy Store.
Even if it wasn’t so much an invitation as a demand for your time.
He watched as House went through the bin of simple, cheap, toys first… small rubber creations, yo-yos and finger puppets. A glow in the dark sheep. A squeaking gold fish. He selected a glow in the dark sheep, and moved on to the wind up toys.
Mice, seals, teeth, hot dogs and even a pickle… the pickle was greeted with a faint, barely perceptible smile from House as he picked it up and held it with his sheep, obviously enjoying the absurdity of a wind-up pickle.
Then they were on the move again, reaching the center of the store. There was a massive display holding all kinds of realistic, plastic, creations. Tubs of whales and sharks, tubs of bears and geese… and a ledge that held knights on prancing horses and damsels in distress….
There was a genuine smile on House’s lips as he reached for one of the knights, “Sweet. Look at this. I had one kind of like this when I was a kid… one of the few toys I had.”
“Really?” Wilson asked, looking at the knight in House’s hand.
“Yeah, it wasn’t plastic, and was probably from something else, but he was pretty awesome,” House inspected the plastic knight and horse closely.
“Did you have one of those Tony the Pony things?” Wilson picked up one of the knights, “It was one of those ride-on things… shaped like a horse.”
“No, but I had a neighbor who did,” House pretended to run the horse and knight along the ledge in the manner of a child, “I’m assuming, from your intimate knowledge of the toy… that you had one.”
“Yeah,” Wilson found himself caught up in House’s play, ‘galloping’ his plastic knight towards the other man’s, “Danny ended up with it because he was the youngest.”
House clashed his plastic knight with Wilson’s, making accompanying sound effects and Wilson couldn’t keep himself from laughing. It was moments like these, seeing behind the brooding mask, that he realized how much he really did love House.
The man looked up at him and smiled, holding the plastic horse and knight in his hand and Wilson couldn’t stop himself from speaking, “I love you.”
“…I know,” House picked up another knight, jousting with himself on the ledge. Wilson watched him. ‘I know’ was as good as ‘I love you, too’.
Better.
Three plastic knights and their horses came to thirty-three dollars, before tax. James Wilson bought three plastic knights for a fifty year old man, and couldn’t have been happier to hand over his credit card. If it took three plastic knights to make House smile like that, to let Wilson into his world, then he didn’t need to be asked. He’d buy them.
And play with them, too.
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Date: 2009-08-21 12:50 am (UTC)It is good for the lulz.
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Date: 2009-08-21 12:30 am (UTC)Thank you. Being such a cynical person, and really far from a romantic... fluff is really hard for me to cough up.
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Date: 2009-08-21 12:49 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2009-08-21 01:05 am (UTC)See. I can not kill someone.
PS. I wanted to use this icon. :|
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Date: 2009-08-21 02:22 am (UTC)Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-08-21 03:05 am (UTC)Aww, that was really cute. :D
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Date: 2009-08-21 03:14 am (UTC)I am proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone! It was well done, whatever you may think. I liked it, at least. Maybe one day I'll step out of my comfort zone and actually kill a main character. I kill supporting characters. I kill a lot of them. But never the main character. I think I'm far too attracted to redemption stories than I am cynical, this is cold hard real world stories. I like to think there's a light at the end of the tunnel, regardless of how deeply entrenched in hell one may be. And I do awful things to the characters of my original pieces. But I don't kill them. I honestly think it's crueler to let them live, and then rebuild everything they had. So a happy ending is their reward, after they've suffered so much for my twisted purposes.
And I'm done rambling. My, I do that a lot. Sorry! :P It was good, and I loved it!
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Date: 2009-08-21 05:02 am (UTC)Kill a main character. It does the body good.
Thank you for commenting.
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Date: 2009-08-21 10:04 am (UTC)Thanks so much for sharing <3
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Date: 2009-08-21 04:27 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading. :)
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Date: 2009-08-21 04:28 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-08-22 05:15 pm (UTC)This actually reminds me of that scene from "Hello Kitty" where House starts to play with the toy cars. I thought that was like the cutest thing ever.
Great work, as usual!
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Date: 2009-08-22 06:04 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-08-22 07:00 pm (UTC)And you're welcome! :D
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Date: 2009-08-22 07:37 pm (UTC)I think it is a glorious combination of all three.
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