Missing Scene from "Under My Skin"
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house_wilson_ghcRating: PG-13
Warnings: Puking, Amber
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Starts where the scene in the restaurant leaves us, after the call.
You don't remember where that last phone call ended, and all you can come up with is a string of words - whispered, asked, broken. What you lacked in conviction, you made up for with utter neediness. That much you know, because the day, as much as you want to block it out, is still very vivid in your mind. Just some things seem to have escaped you, but maybe that's not entirely a bad thing.
You sounding like a drowning kitten, though, is a different issue. Maybe that's what drew him to you in the first place. You needed a place to stay, and he needed someone to take care of. Someone he could pour all of his worry into. You were just conveniently placed in the scheme.
Along with Amber, who's slowly draining the life out of you with every beautiful smile, with every cheeky wave of her perfectly shaped hands.
She's sitting beside you now; the perfect image of calmness. When you close your eyes, you can feel her lips, her skin, her smile against you. Her hands on your body, going lower. Her fingers on your wrists, exposing the old marks. She's smirking.
"That's what you get."
"No!"
You thrash violently in your seat, a full body flinch that nearly unbalances you, and still she's there, cornering you, trapping you, making you feel violated, burning your insides with a smirk so -
"House! Calm down! It's me!"
You empty your stomach all over his French shoes.
Warnings: Puking, Amber
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Starts where the scene in the restaurant leaves us, after the call.
You don't remember where that last phone call ended, and all you can come up with is a string of words - whispered, asked, broken. What you lacked in conviction, you made up for with utter neediness. That much you know, because the day, as much as you want to block it out, is still very vivid in your mind. Just some things seem to have escaped you, but maybe that's not entirely a bad thing.
You sounding like a drowning kitten, though, is a different issue. Maybe that's what drew him to you in the first place. You needed a place to stay, and he needed someone to take care of. Someone he could pour all of his worry into. You were just conveniently placed in the scheme.
Along with Amber, who's slowly draining the life out of you with every beautiful smile, with every cheeky wave of her perfectly shaped hands.
She's sitting beside you now; the perfect image of calmness. When you close your eyes, you can feel her lips, her skin, her smile against you. Her hands on your body, going lower. Her fingers on your wrists, exposing the old marks. She's smirking.
"That's what you get."
"No!"
You thrash violently in your seat, a full body flinch that nearly unbalances you, and still she's there, cornering you, trapping you, making you feel violated, burning your insides with a smirk so -
"House! Calm down! It's me!"
You empty your stomach all over his French shoes.
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Date: 2010-04-05 09:18 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing. :)
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Date: 2010-04-06 06:14 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:42 pm (UTC)And on a completely OT note, I was a bit amused that Amber was a warning...but that doesn't detract from the awesome!
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Date: 2010-04-06 06:17 am (UTC)Yeah, I was a bit unsure about the 'warning', but I've seen some folks offended by her mere existence in a story, so I thought twice before posting it.
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Date: 2010-04-05 11:49 pm (UTC)I feel so bad for House here...(((hugs House)))
Your writing is excellent. This could have worked its way into that episode very well. It's very in character.
PS: I feel it's kind of fitting that House pukes on Wilson's shoes, considering how he deserted House when House needed him the most....
*mems*
&
*friends you* :)
Were you considering this as symbolism for that, when you wrote it?
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Date: 2010-04-06 06:22 am (UTC)Thank you. And thank you again! It's rare that someone mems my stuff ^__^
Wasn't thinking much about symbolism, but now you mention it, it kind of fits :)
*friends you back*