Reunions - Chapter Fifteen
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house_wilson_ghctitle: Reunions
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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. Character death.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
Chapter Three: Hello Again, Dr. House
Chapter Four: Complete History
Chapter Five: New Hire
Chapter Six: Reluctance
Chapter Seven: Power
Chapter Eight: Pinballs
Chapter Nine: A Girl Worth Fighting For
Chapter Ten: Sparring Match
Chapter Eleven: Pick Up the Pieces
Chapter Twelve: A Turn for the Worse
Chapter Thirteen: The Answer Is...
Chapter Fourteen: Simple Request
Chapter Fifteen: Broken
“Thirteen.” She was surprised to hear Chase’s voice behind her as she walked towards the conference room, and she turned around, trying to keep the glare off her face. All she needed right now was Chase to jump all over her. She didn’t even know what she felt; she was exhausted from the conversation with Tritter and she had no idea how to proceed. Should I tell House what he asked of me? But she couldn’t imagine the words, nor the betrayal inherent in doing so.
“Yes?” she replied, keeping her tone even and trying with all her might not to cross her arms like a misbehaving child.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply, his eyes slowly moving to the ground. “I’m sorry about all that stuff I said about you and Tritter. I was angry and jealous and…” He took a deep breath and looked back up at her. “I would have been angry if you kissed anybody, because… I think I’m in love with you. And it being him of all people just – threw me. But I’m… sorry. I know you care about him and that this isn’t easy.”
“He wanted me to help him die,” Thirteen said in a toneless voice. Chase swallowed.
“That has to be hard,” he replied evenly, and reached out to take one of Thirteen’s hands in his. “I know I’ve been a jerk but… if you need to talk, I’m here, okay?” She swallowed, almost mimicking his movements, and gave a quiet, subdued smile.
“It’s just so much,” she replied and shrugged, “But I don’t… I’m not really the talking about my feelings type.”
“Are any of us?” Chase asked with a smile. “I mean none of us is really into sharing and caring – otherwise why would we work for House?”
“Cameron,” Thirteen pointed out, feeling a bit guilty as Chase’s smile fell.
“Well, yeah,” he replied, “But she was into sharing and caring when it had to do with somebody else’s business, not with her own.” Thirteen smiled and sighed.
“I just feel really stupid,” she admitted, “I usually don’t let my emotions interfere with cases.”
“Everyone does, though,” Chase pointed out, “People are human; even House has gotten emotionally invested – though whether he’d ever admit it is another question entirely. But it’s one of the harder things about this job. You get to know people, care about them and then sometimes you have to tell them that they’re going to die.” He reached out and gently clutched Thirteen’s hand in his own. “It’s scary. It doesn’t get any easier. And you’re doing it as well as you can.”
“But one day… it’ll be me in that hospital bed,” Thirteen whispered, “Just like it was Amber.”
“One day, all of us will be… if we even get that far. It’s what we do up ‘til that point that matters,” Chase replied, still keeping his voice low as he slowly met Thirteen’s eyes. “And today, you made it just a little bit easier for… him.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the name.
“It didn’t feel like it,” Thirteen replied. “I mean… I don’t know.” She smiled sheepishly at Chase. “Thanks for forgiving me? I… I like you, too.” Her smile turned to a grin. “I feel a little bit like a teenager with a crush around you.”
“Really?” Chase asked. “Well, that’s nice, cause I…”
“Hey, lovebirds,” House’s voice and the click and clop of a cane cut into their conversation. “I thought you were going to get retrovirals for, you know, our patient.”
“Uh, sorry,” Thirteen replied quickly and turned towards the pharmacy.
“Should you talk to Tritter?” Chase asked House.
“Should I?” House inquired back at him. Chase glared.
“I mean, I feel like you owe it to him to at least talk to him. You’ve barely said ten words to him this entire time you’ve been treating his niece and then him.”
“Because what I say is going to make this so much better?” House retorted. “Or do you think I ought to twist the knife a little bit more? After all, as Kelly Clarkson said, some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.” Chase rolled his eyes in as exaggerated a manner as physically possible. “Tritter’s not going to get me humiliating myself in front of him, because even if I meant it, it’s not going to mean anything in the long run. He’ll still have a death sentence and I’ll still be the one that gave it to him.”
Thirteen opened her mouth to say something in response, but the thought hit her that like it or not, House was right. Besides that, she had basically been appointed liaison to Tritter in order to keep the peace, so… it was just better to go through her until he was discharged. That could take some of the sting out of the blow, and she knew that hearing anything – whether sympathy or mockery – from House right now would just be not only salt in the wound but perhaps sulfuric acid in the wound.
Taub emerged from the hallway at that moment, with a look of intense annoyance plain on his face.
“Just found out you got another girl pregnant?” Chase ribbed. Taub looked suspiciously close to shooting him the middle finger in response, but instead just glared.
“Tritter wants to talk to you, Thirteen.” All glances turned her way, except for House’s, which was preoccupied with staring down the hall towards Wilson’s office. He was again thinking about what Wilson had said to him, considering that the puzzle of Tritter was now at an end and he could pick up the pieces and put them back in a box.
“Okay,” Thirteen replied simply, shrugging, frustrated, as she started towards Tritter’s room.
She stopped in her tracks when a sound like a firecracker went off.
“Shit! Someone get in here!” she heard a voice yell. “Gunshot wound to the head in…”
Thirteen shook in her spot and she couldn’t move forward or back. Everything had gone black behind her eyes, like windows covered in big black construction paper.
It was Tritter’s room number.
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. Character death.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
Chapter Three: Hello Again, Dr. House
Chapter Four: Complete History
Chapter Five: New Hire
Chapter Six: Reluctance
Chapter Seven: Power
Chapter Eight: Pinballs
Chapter Nine: A Girl Worth Fighting For
Chapter Ten: Sparring Match
Chapter Eleven: Pick Up the Pieces
Chapter Twelve: A Turn for the Worse
Chapter Thirteen: The Answer Is...
Chapter Fourteen: Simple Request
Chapter Fifteen: Broken
“Thirteen.” She was surprised to hear Chase’s voice behind her as she walked towards the conference room, and she turned around, trying to keep the glare off her face. All she needed right now was Chase to jump all over her. She didn’t even know what she felt; she was exhausted from the conversation with Tritter and she had no idea how to proceed. Should I tell House what he asked of me? But she couldn’t imagine the words, nor the betrayal inherent in doing so.
“Yes?” she replied, keeping her tone even and trying with all her might not to cross her arms like a misbehaving child.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply, his eyes slowly moving to the ground. “I’m sorry about all that stuff I said about you and Tritter. I was angry and jealous and…” He took a deep breath and looked back up at her. “I would have been angry if you kissed anybody, because… I think I’m in love with you. And it being him of all people just – threw me. But I’m… sorry. I know you care about him and that this isn’t easy.”
“He wanted me to help him die,” Thirteen said in a toneless voice. Chase swallowed.
“That has to be hard,” he replied evenly, and reached out to take one of Thirteen’s hands in his. “I know I’ve been a jerk but… if you need to talk, I’m here, okay?” She swallowed, almost mimicking his movements, and gave a quiet, subdued smile.
“It’s just so much,” she replied and shrugged, “But I don’t… I’m not really the talking about my feelings type.”
“Are any of us?” Chase asked with a smile. “I mean none of us is really into sharing and caring – otherwise why would we work for House?”
“Cameron,” Thirteen pointed out, feeling a bit guilty as Chase’s smile fell.
“Well, yeah,” he replied, “But she was into sharing and caring when it had to do with somebody else’s business, not with her own.” Thirteen smiled and sighed.
“I just feel really stupid,” she admitted, “I usually don’t let my emotions interfere with cases.”
“Everyone does, though,” Chase pointed out, “People are human; even House has gotten emotionally invested – though whether he’d ever admit it is another question entirely. But it’s one of the harder things about this job. You get to know people, care about them and then sometimes you have to tell them that they’re going to die.” He reached out and gently clutched Thirteen’s hand in his own. “It’s scary. It doesn’t get any easier. And you’re doing it as well as you can.”
“But one day… it’ll be me in that hospital bed,” Thirteen whispered, “Just like it was Amber.”
“One day, all of us will be… if we even get that far. It’s what we do up ‘til that point that matters,” Chase replied, still keeping his voice low as he slowly met Thirteen’s eyes. “And today, you made it just a little bit easier for… him.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the name.
“It didn’t feel like it,” Thirteen replied. “I mean… I don’t know.” She smiled sheepishly at Chase. “Thanks for forgiving me? I… I like you, too.” Her smile turned to a grin. “I feel a little bit like a teenager with a crush around you.”
“Really?” Chase asked. “Well, that’s nice, cause I…”
“Hey, lovebirds,” House’s voice and the click and clop of a cane cut into their conversation. “I thought you were going to get retrovirals for, you know, our patient.”
“Uh, sorry,” Thirteen replied quickly and turned towards the pharmacy.
“Should you talk to Tritter?” Chase asked House.
“Should I?” House inquired back at him. Chase glared.
“I mean, I feel like you owe it to him to at least talk to him. You’ve barely said ten words to him this entire time you’ve been treating his niece and then him.”
“Because what I say is going to make this so much better?” House retorted. “Or do you think I ought to twist the knife a little bit more? After all, as Kelly Clarkson said, some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.” Chase rolled his eyes in as exaggerated a manner as physically possible. “Tritter’s not going to get me humiliating myself in front of him, because even if I meant it, it’s not going to mean anything in the long run. He’ll still have a death sentence and I’ll still be the one that gave it to him.”
Thirteen opened her mouth to say something in response, but the thought hit her that like it or not, House was right. Besides that, she had basically been appointed liaison to Tritter in order to keep the peace, so… it was just better to go through her until he was discharged. That could take some of the sting out of the blow, and she knew that hearing anything – whether sympathy or mockery – from House right now would just be not only salt in the wound but perhaps sulfuric acid in the wound.
Taub emerged from the hallway at that moment, with a look of intense annoyance plain on his face.
“Just found out you got another girl pregnant?” Chase ribbed. Taub looked suspiciously close to shooting him the middle finger in response, but instead just glared.
“Tritter wants to talk to you, Thirteen.” All glances turned her way, except for House’s, which was preoccupied with staring down the hall towards Wilson’s office. He was again thinking about what Wilson had said to him, considering that the puzzle of Tritter was now at an end and he could pick up the pieces and put them back in a box.
“Okay,” Thirteen replied simply, shrugging, frustrated, as she started towards Tritter’s room.
She stopped in her tracks when a sound like a firecracker went off.
“Shit! Someone get in here!” she heard a voice yell. “Gunshot wound to the head in…”
Thirteen shook in her spot and she couldn’t move forward or back. Everything had gone black behind her eyes, like windows covered in big black construction paper.
It was Tritter’s room number.
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