Great Expectations
Jun. 22nd, 2010 10:00 pm Title: Great Expectations
Characters/Pairings: House/Wilson, House/Cuddy (alluded to only)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 514
Disclaimer: Not mine. A shame, as then I could buy some new t-shirts. (I HAVE FINALLY GOT THE JEANS)
Summary: What you expect is never necessarily what you will get. Spoilers for end of season 6 onwards....sort of....-ish
He'd expected pain. Something like a small, twitching reverb in his chest whenever he thought about it.
He'd expected misery. That horrible, dull fog in his head, clouding his thoughts, bleaching everything into negative.
He'd expected a sense of loss. A pining for something that was no longer in his grasp.
But nothing seemed to live up to his expectations.
The pain, the misery, the loss was nowhere to be found. He'd looked, he'd sat twiddling his anxious thumbs on the rim of his overused coffee cup as he waited for the inevitable turn of his emotions. He'd paced his office. He'd scribbled on pointless paperwork and scrutinized endless CT scans and MRIs. He'd driven his Volvo around most of the back streets of Princeton actively seeking what he knew was to come.
And...nothing.
Two weeks had passed and he had felt nothing. Not a twinge of sadness, not a single tear of despair, no urge to shrug in exasperation.
Now he's not sure whether he should be concerned or pleased.
Before his mind can wander to other thoughts, his cell phone angrily jerks along the coffee table.
"Hello?", is his monotonous greeting.
"Save me."
He could only sigh a hollow breath. "What have you done now?"
"Cuddy wants us to double date. Tonight. I don't know about you but that's a physical manifestation of my own personal version of hell. Can you conveniently fall down the stairs or can Sam get her hair caught in the toaster?"
Sam...
Wilson waits, waits for it to set off. Surely, the mere mention of her name will create something. He clears his throat in preparation and mutters on. "I guess I could make something up." Nothing. Just that same sensation of hanging in limbo.
"Well..."
"Well... you haven't given me much time." Anything would do at this moment, he had no fighting urge to play House's games. "Just say I'm ill. I have a cold or something, I dunno. Why did you even call me about this anyway? You could have made a more elaborate excuse all by yourself."
"I need to make it look like I have actually tried to call you. I thought maybe calling you would make it so."
"Ah deception. Nice."
"Oh don't moan just because I've disturbed your make out session. At least you don't have a whining child to contend with."
No, just a non existent partner to contend with. Wilson bit his tongue, now was the not the time to let it slip. He'll find a better time. Sometime. Soon. Hopefully. "Well enjoy whatever you get up to."
"I'll tell you the details tomorrow, in all their naked glory."
"I'd rather you-" The call went dead in Wilson's ear. "didn't." The last word escaping as an weary sigh.
Tossing the cell phone back onto the coffee table, he rose from his seat and padded into the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the corner cupboard as he passed.
He only needed one full mug of rice to cook with these days. Any more and it would just be a waste.
Title and lyrics from the LJ-cut taking from Great Expectations by The Gaslight Anthem
Characters/Pairings: House/Wilson, House/Cuddy (alluded to only)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 514
Disclaimer: Not mine. A shame, as then I could buy some new t-shirts. (I HAVE FINALLY GOT THE JEANS)
Summary: What you expect is never necessarily what you will get. Spoilers for end of season 6 onwards....sort of....-ish
He'd expected pain. Something like a small, twitching reverb in his chest whenever he thought about it.
He'd expected misery. That horrible, dull fog in his head, clouding his thoughts, bleaching everything into negative.
He'd expected a sense of loss. A pining for something that was no longer in his grasp.
But nothing seemed to live up to his expectations.
The pain, the misery, the loss was nowhere to be found. He'd looked, he'd sat twiddling his anxious thumbs on the rim of his overused coffee cup as he waited for the inevitable turn of his emotions. He'd paced his office. He'd scribbled on pointless paperwork and scrutinized endless CT scans and MRIs. He'd driven his Volvo around most of the back streets of Princeton actively seeking what he knew was to come.
And...nothing.
Two weeks had passed and he had felt nothing. Not a twinge of sadness, not a single tear of despair, no urge to shrug in exasperation.
Now he's not sure whether he should be concerned or pleased.
Before his mind can wander to other thoughts, his cell phone angrily jerks along the coffee table.
"Hello?", is his monotonous greeting.
"Save me."
He could only sigh a hollow breath. "What have you done now?"
"Cuddy wants us to double date. Tonight. I don't know about you but that's a physical manifestation of my own personal version of hell. Can you conveniently fall down the stairs or can Sam get her hair caught in the toaster?"
Sam...
Wilson waits, waits for it to set off. Surely, the mere mention of her name will create something. He clears his throat in preparation and mutters on. "I guess I could make something up." Nothing. Just that same sensation of hanging in limbo.
"Well..."
"Well... you haven't given me much time." Anything would do at this moment, he had no fighting urge to play House's games. "Just say I'm ill. I have a cold or something, I dunno. Why did you even call me about this anyway? You could have made a more elaborate excuse all by yourself."
"I need to make it look like I have actually tried to call you. I thought maybe calling you would make it so."
"Ah deception. Nice."
"Oh don't moan just because I've disturbed your make out session. At least you don't have a whining child to contend with."
No, just a non existent partner to contend with. Wilson bit his tongue, now was the not the time to let it slip. He'll find a better time. Sometime. Soon. Hopefully. "Well enjoy whatever you get up to."
"I'll tell you the details tomorrow, in all their naked glory."
"I'd rather you-" The call went dead in Wilson's ear. "didn't." The last word escaping as an weary sigh.
Tossing the cell phone back onto the coffee table, he rose from his seat and padded into the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the corner cupboard as he passed.
He only needed one full mug of rice to cook with these days. Any more and it would just be a waste.
Title and lyrics from the LJ-cut taking from Great Expectations by The Gaslight Anthem
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Date: 22/06/2010 09:11 pm (UTC)Eh... sorry. Great story, Moose, love Wilson matter-of-fact acceptance of the inevitable!
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Date: 22/06/2010 09:17 pm (UTC)I don't think he's quite accepted yet, he's just numbed by it all. He doesn't know what to do.
Glad you enjoyed this Hib. Your comments are muchos appreciated!!!
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Date: 22/06/2010 09:22 pm (UTC)*HUGS* Don't mind me...
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Date: 22/06/2010 10:45 pm (UTC)Personally, I think this would be the most interesting scenario for the upcoming season -- a Wilson-Sam split while House is still (please, gods, temporarily) with, er, someone else. And suddenly, Wilson will get to experience third-wheeldom. And, coincidentally, will be conveniently available whenever House can't deal with all the cozy domesticity he's sure to be forced into . . .
But we'll probably only get to see it in great fics like this one, because I don't think it would occur to the show's writers in a month of Sundays . . .
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Date: 23/06/2010 06:31 am (UTC)Bah TPTB, I am hoping there will be only a sliver of domesticity in the oncoming
car crashseries.Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 22/06/2010 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 06:32 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 06:33 am (UTC)Glad you liked this one. Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 06:34 am (UTC)So glad you liked this so much. Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 07:25 am (UTC)In addition, YOUR TED ICON. <3 Every time someone in the house makes a mess or ruins anything, I exclaim, "My chicken!"
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Date: 23/06/2010 05:24 pm (UTC)And Ted will always be my favourite Scrubs character, the poor, helpless oaf of a man.
(Oh and thanks for the friends add ;-))
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Date: 23/06/2010 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 05:26 pm (UTC)Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 05:30 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for your kind words. Much appreciated XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 01:48 pm (UTC)Hopefully, Wilson will come to understand what his "lack of feeling" means.
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Date: 23/06/2010 05:33 pm (UTC)Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 05:38 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed my wee little fic. XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 06:08 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 06:13 pm (UTC)Glad that you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 23/06/2010 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 23/06/2010 06:15 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed this. Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Date: 24/06/2010 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 24/06/2010 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 24/06/2010 08:40 pm (UTC)Cheers for reading and commenting XD