Reunions, Chapter Three
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pairing: House/Wilson, 13/[surprise]
rating: PG-13, thus far
summary: House is trying to continue his life without incident after the events from S7, but people from his past keep coming back...
warnings (if any): Spoilers for 7x23. There's some character death coming up eventually.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
Chapter Three: Hello Again, Dr. House
“I know you changed those blood results, Dexter,” Quinn whispered as Dexter broke the kiss to get air, staring at the detective with clear want in his eyes. “And I appreciate it. But you didn’t do it for your sister, did you? You did it so you could have me all… to yourself.”
House reached down and tossed another piece of Pirate’s Booty into the air, catching it on his tongue expertly, as he looked at his iBook and grinned mischievously. He knew that strategically planting this on Wilson’s laptop would, or printing it out and putting it on his friend’s desk, could successfully disrupt the oncologist’s plans for a date that night. Unless, House thought with a frown, Wilson’s date was into this sort of thing. It could easily backfire.
The diagnostician peeked out his door, seeing if he could catch a glimpse at the new girl in Billing – the one Wilson was supposed to be going out with. He didn’t see her; but luckily, nor did he see his new boss, who may have been trying to avoid him just the same. Which was, frankly, all just as well as far as House was concerned.
He missed Cuddy with a dull, painful ache, but not the same way that he had before the crash – despite the amount of flack he’d received for it since, not to mention nearly getting thrown in jail, the crash had been cathartic. Just what he needed to let go of the false hope that had been plaguing him recently.
False hope about Cuddy, false hope about his leg – just too much false hope.
It hurt too much to cling to it, to wish for it – and then to see it reflected just how utterly without chance it really was. People like him didn’t get people like Cuddy; people like him didn’t get happy endings.
That was just how it was.
And now he was, potentially, back to his old tricks, harassing Wilson, playing pranks, avoiding clinic duty, but it had a certain level of comfort to it. Maybe when he had tried to change – tried desperately to change – he’d bent himself back too far, snapped too hard in response when he recoiled in the face of losing the love of his life in the blink of an eye, after all of her promises to stand by him whether he was screwed up or not.
And now there was the case to think about. Why had he taken it, after all? Just as a distraction? No, it wasn’t quite that. There had been something about the patient that, when he’d seen her brought in, he couldn’t get over. Some kind of odd sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen her somewhere before. He hoped that she hadn’t been one of his former hookers, because that would likely be a conflict of interest.
A gentle rap on his door interrupted his thoughts, and he stood up, slowly making his way to the door, before turning his head around the corner and being met with a sight he didn’t quite understand at first.
A blonde girl was standing there; tall and slim, in her mid twenties, a soft smile in her pale blue eyes. She was dressed in a blue-gray blouse and a pair of dress slacks, the outfit finished with a nice set of heels.
Neither spoke for a moment.
“Dr. House?” the girl inquired, her nervous lips slowly beginning to turn into an equally nervous smile. “Hi… I thought I would stop by and say ‘hey’. I don’t know if you remember me, but we met… a couple of years ago.” House’s mind was reeling; the girl did seem unshakably familiar but he couldn’t quite place her, and was about to state that fact when the girl continued her statement with a phrase that left no mistake, and no room for mistaking her. “I’m Eve Pickwick – we, well, we were trapped in a room together, once.”
author:
sydpenguinbunnypairing: House/Wilson, 13/[surprise]
rating: PG-13, thus far
summary: House is trying to continue his life without incident after the events from S7, but people from his past keep coming back...
warnings (if any): Spoilers for 7x23. There's some character death coming up eventually.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
Chapter Three: Hello Again, Dr. House
“I know you changed those blood results, Dexter,” Quinn whispered as Dexter broke the kiss to get air, staring at the detective with clear want in his eyes. “And I appreciate it. But you didn’t do it for your sister, did you? You did it so you could have me all… to yourself.”
House reached down and tossed another piece of Pirate’s Booty into the air, catching it on his tongue expertly, as he looked at his iBook and grinned mischievously. He knew that strategically planting this on Wilson’s laptop would, or printing it out and putting it on his friend’s desk, could successfully disrupt the oncologist’s plans for a date that night. Unless, House thought with a frown, Wilson’s date was into this sort of thing. It could easily backfire.
The diagnostician peeked out his door, seeing if he could catch a glimpse at the new girl in Billing – the one Wilson was supposed to be going out with. He didn’t see her; but luckily, nor did he see his new boss, who may have been trying to avoid him just the same. Which was, frankly, all just as well as far as House was concerned.
He missed Cuddy with a dull, painful ache, but not the same way that he had before the crash – despite the amount of flack he’d received for it since, not to mention nearly getting thrown in jail, the crash had been cathartic. Just what he needed to let go of the false hope that had been plaguing him recently.
False hope about Cuddy, false hope about his leg – just too much false hope.
It hurt too much to cling to it, to wish for it – and then to see it reflected just how utterly without chance it really was. People like him didn’t get people like Cuddy; people like him didn’t get happy endings.
That was just how it was.
And now he was, potentially, back to his old tricks, harassing Wilson, playing pranks, avoiding clinic duty, but it had a certain level of comfort to it. Maybe when he had tried to change – tried desperately to change – he’d bent himself back too far, snapped too hard in response when he recoiled in the face of losing the love of his life in the blink of an eye, after all of her promises to stand by him whether he was screwed up or not.
And now there was the case to think about. Why had he taken it, after all? Just as a distraction? No, it wasn’t quite that. There had been something about the patient that, when he’d seen her brought in, he couldn’t get over. Some kind of odd sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen her somewhere before. He hoped that she hadn’t been one of his former hookers, because that would likely be a conflict of interest.
A gentle rap on his door interrupted his thoughts, and he stood up, slowly making his way to the door, before turning his head around the corner and being met with a sight he didn’t quite understand at first.
A blonde girl was standing there; tall and slim, in her mid twenties, a soft smile in her pale blue eyes. She was dressed in a blue-gray blouse and a pair of dress slacks, the outfit finished with a nice set of heels.
Neither spoke for a moment.
“Dr. House?” the girl inquired, her nervous lips slowly beginning to turn into an equally nervous smile. “Hi… I thought I would stop by and say ‘hey’. I don’t know if you remember me, but we met… a couple of years ago.” House’s mind was reeling; the girl did seem unshakably familiar but he couldn’t quite place her, and was about to state that fact when the girl continued her statement with a phrase that left no mistake, and no room for mistaking her. “I’m Eve Pickwick – we, well, we were trapped in a room together, once.”
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Date: 2011-06-16 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-16 01:56 am (UTC)You'll see who 13 is going to be paired with, in a few more chapters :P Until then I will keep you in suspense! :D
I'd love to see Tritter come back, too, he'd be a great POTW for instance :D
And yes he was :P I love Dexter! Where are you in season 3? I'm not a huge fan of that season but it is followed by the stellar season 4 :D
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Date: 2011-06-16 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-16 04:59 pm (UTC)I don't know if we have Screaming Yellow Zonkers or Moose Munch here in Philly, but I ought to keep an eye out! I had never heard of Pirate Booty until my friend and I encountered it in this independent movie theatre around here, back in high school :P (I feel ancient now, given high school was five years ago, haha!)
I love your icon BTW :D
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Date: 2011-06-16 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-17 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-22 02:37 am (UTC)LOL, well, yes, but in all honesty I can kinda relate to him driving his car into Cuddy's house - not that I justify it but when I saw the finale I was going through angry times so I could relate more than I wanted to :P
And oh God, I don't know what Tritter would do if he came back. He might start creeping on House again... and Chase would be scared :P