Ficlet: Severed Ties
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house_wilson_ghcHow I've missed you all! I have been stuck with a terrible case of writer's block for the past few weeks, but with the help of my wonderful friend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pintsizeninja, I hope this will mark the end of it.
Title: Severed Ties
Rating: PG
Word Count: 670
Summary: Wilson reflects on his decisions, examines his memories, and grieves over his losses.
Warnings: SPOILERS for SE3 so far, and some small implied spoilers for the upcoming episode, but nothing hugely significant.
A/N: Once again, huge thanks and cookies made of love topintsizeninja for her beta and inspiration.
His whole body was aching as he closed the door to his hotel room. His clothes clung to his skin and he could feel the layer of cold sweat covering his face. His knees nearly buckled and he quickly sagged onto the bed. He’d left. Left Greg lying there. The second he’d stepped out of the apartment, he hadn’t been able to move. He’d been frozen; his body denying his mind’s commands to run screaming down the street or back into that living room. Greg could’ve died because of what he’d done. But somewhere inside him, he knew Greg would’ve died for certain if he’d let this continue. So he’d left him there… and because he’d left, he felt as if he himself was dying. His chest was tight and his lungs were on fire. No matter how wide he opened his mouth to gulp down the stale air that filled the even staler room, it wasn’t enough. He suddenly felt as if he was suffocating. Cold hands pulled and scratched desperately at his coat and then moved shakily to rip his belt from his pants, kicking his shoes violently off his feet. He brought his fingers to his neck and started yanking at the knot of his tie, and that was when he realized he was crying. Sobbing loudly and without shame, knowing no one was there to hear him. He didn’t wipe away his tears or try to still his shuddering frame, and looked down at the blurry wet spots his tie was being spattered with.
He’d been wearing a green tie when he’d met Gregory House. A blue one with brown stripes when they’d first kissed hungrily in his office so many years ago. He almost smiled remembering the yellow tie House had nearly choked him with the first night they’d made love. His fingers tightened around the smooth silk dangling from his neck, and he slowly stood up off the bed and made his way to a foreign, sterile dresser that held very few things he valued. He could feel his heart attempting to break free of his chest as he opened the bottom drawer on the right, revealing too many ties neatly folded and categorized. All the colors and designs made his head swim with old echoes of a cheerfully mocking voice he feared he’d never hear again. He ran his fingers over them, closing his eyes as he calmly searched the drawer for something he didn’t need his vision to find. Underneath various layers of soft material and toward the very back of the drawer, he felt it. The red one he’d bought for Greg years ago and never given him. The price tag was still attached because he’d hid it the second he’d bought it. It had seen various bottom drawers since then, and he’d never really put much thought towards the thing until now. He opened his eyes and was slightly startled to see just how unappealing it actually was, but that was partially the point. It was supposed to be unique and distasteful; he’d intended to choose one that would stand out even amongst his own collection. He’d wanted to give it to Greg plenty of times, and he’d wanted to see him wear it even more. To wrap the thin strip of crimson around the neck he’d kissed and sucked and sunk his teeth into so many times and make a comfortably snug knot he could call his own. But he never had. Oh, how he wished he had. Perhaps, now he’d never have the chance.
He lifted it to his face and brushed his cheek across its silky surface before placing it neatly back in the drawer. For a moment he thought he could smell Greg’s familiar scent in the air. It was only for a moment; a moment that passed too swiftly and folded itself into the back of his mind amongst so many other memories. Maybe that was all he had left: memories… and severed ties.
pintsizeninja, I hope this will mark the end of it.Title: Severed Ties
Rating: PG
Word Count: 670
Summary: Wilson reflects on his decisions, examines his memories, and grieves over his losses.
Warnings: SPOILERS for SE3 so far, and some small implied spoilers for the upcoming episode, but nothing hugely significant.
A/N: Once again, huge thanks and cookies made of love to
pintsizeninja for her beta and inspiration.His whole body was aching as he closed the door to his hotel room. His clothes clung to his skin and he could feel the layer of cold sweat covering his face. His knees nearly buckled and he quickly sagged onto the bed. He’d left. Left Greg lying there. The second he’d stepped out of the apartment, he hadn’t been able to move. He’d been frozen; his body denying his mind’s commands to run screaming down the street or back into that living room. Greg could’ve died because of what he’d done. But somewhere inside him, he knew Greg would’ve died for certain if he’d let this continue. So he’d left him there… and because he’d left, he felt as if he himself was dying. His chest was tight and his lungs were on fire. No matter how wide he opened his mouth to gulp down the stale air that filled the even staler room, it wasn’t enough. He suddenly felt as if he was suffocating. Cold hands pulled and scratched desperately at his coat and then moved shakily to rip his belt from his pants, kicking his shoes violently off his feet. He brought his fingers to his neck and started yanking at the knot of his tie, and that was when he realized he was crying. Sobbing loudly and without shame, knowing no one was there to hear him. He didn’t wipe away his tears or try to still his shuddering frame, and looked down at the blurry wet spots his tie was being spattered with.
He’d been wearing a green tie when he’d met Gregory House. A blue one with brown stripes when they’d first kissed hungrily in his office so many years ago. He almost smiled remembering the yellow tie House had nearly choked him with the first night they’d made love. His fingers tightened around the smooth silk dangling from his neck, and he slowly stood up off the bed and made his way to a foreign, sterile dresser that held very few things he valued. He could feel his heart attempting to break free of his chest as he opened the bottom drawer on the right, revealing too many ties neatly folded and categorized. All the colors and designs made his head swim with old echoes of a cheerfully mocking voice he feared he’d never hear again. He ran his fingers over them, closing his eyes as he calmly searched the drawer for something he didn’t need his vision to find. Underneath various layers of soft material and toward the very back of the drawer, he felt it. The red one he’d bought for Greg years ago and never given him. The price tag was still attached because he’d hid it the second he’d bought it. It had seen various bottom drawers since then, and he’d never really put much thought towards the thing until now. He opened his eyes and was slightly startled to see just how unappealing it actually was, but that was partially the point. It was supposed to be unique and distasteful; he’d intended to choose one that would stand out even amongst his own collection. He’d wanted to give it to Greg plenty of times, and he’d wanted to see him wear it even more. To wrap the thin strip of crimson around the neck he’d kissed and sucked and sunk his teeth into so many times and make a comfortably snug knot he could call his own. But he never had. Oh, how he wished he had. Perhaps, now he’d never have the chance.
He lifted it to his face and brushed his cheek across its silky surface before placing it neatly back in the drawer. For a moment he thought he could smell Greg’s familiar scent in the air. It was only for a moment; a moment that passed too swiftly and folded itself into the back of his mind amongst so many other memories. Maybe that was all he had left: memories… and severed ties.
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:26 am (UTC)*Adores this, and is glad you're back to writing!*
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:37 am (UTC)Thank you *so* much for reading and commenting, my dear! You've made life complete!
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:30 am (UTC)Oh my. I don't know whether I've been overcome by the angst or the tie!kink. I think I'm dead and hyperventilating at the same time.
This pic is the sequel to this fic. At least, in my mind. ;)
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-21 01:34 am (UTC)That's amazing, btw. Do you mind if I print it and hang it on my corkboard at work? If anyone asks I'll say it's yours, lol.
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-21 01:38 am (UTC)BTW: ICONLUVOMGOSH!!! SNL!! WOOT!
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-21 01:57 am (UTC)You rock my socks right off, my dear.
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Date: 2006-12-21 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-21 02:43 am (UTC)Glad to hear you've made it out of writer's block! (As I seem to be stuck in it myself... >_<#) Keep it up!
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Date: 2006-12-21 03:03 am (UTC)You'll get out of it, you're one of those rare geniuses that writer's block cannot overcome for very long. Just force yourself to write, without thinking, and even if it's crap at least it'll get you flowing again. Or at leasts, that's what it took for me ^^
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