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Aftershocks 3.2: The Firefly

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Aftershocks 3.2: The Firefly

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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY: Every night, Wilson watches...
CHARACTERS: Wilson
RATING:
R for language and themes.
WARNINGS: Details the aftermath of events in Bad Company, a rough, violent story. Aftermath isn't always pretty; may distress some readers. Adult themes and adult language.
SPOILERS: No.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Never will.
NOTES: The pieces of this shattered story are numbered. The first number signifies the number of days that have elapsed since the original event in Bad Company; the second number signifies when the fic occurs during that day.


The Firefly



The firefly bobs and weaves through the darkness, its tiny light dipping and blinking.

Wilson watches through slitted eyes almost hidden beneath the swelling; in his heavily-drugged state the idea that there's a bio-luminescent bug in what should be a sterile ICU environment makes perfect sense.

It reminds Wilson of when he was a kid, when his dad used to take him and David camping. They'd do all those corny father-son things—toasting marshmallows on green sticks, pointing out the constellations in the clear night sky, telling terrifying ghost stories about drowned women and escaped madmen with hooks for hands.

There had always been fireflies, their tails brightening and dimming like some kind of alien semaphore—a Morse code for insects.

Later on, of course, he'd learned that silent signaling was a mating dance, a search for a companion.

A search for love.

Wilson's chest aches; it hurts so much to breathe that sometimes he just wants to stop. He knows now that all those stories his dad told him were true; that there are madmen out there, villains worse than any campfire tale, laying in wait for their innocent victims.

There's not enough fireflies in the world to protect everyone, but for right now, Wilson will take just this one.
 
 
  • (Anonymous)
    Oh, so touching. Wonderful analogy. The firefly really is protecting Wilson, isn't it and searching for love. After all Wilson is his only companion...
    Looking forward to the next chapter!
  • Aww. Poor Wilson. I'm guessing he's seeing House's penlight?
  • There may be terrible people out there doing terrible things, but some part of Wilson knows there is love to compensate for it. He knows. That's his firefly, and he might not realize what or who it is, but his morphine-addled mind has focused on the right person, even if inadvertently.

    Er. I don't know if that makes any sense. Point is, this is a beautiful little section that fits so well with its companion -- Wilson thinking there's not enough love, and House thinking Wilson will never forgive him; Wilson taking that love anyway, and hopefully House will soon find out that Wilson's more tenacious than he thinks. Because Wilson's going to be furious and hurt (in both senses) and terrified, but I don't think he's going to give up on House even after this.
  • Greetings!

    And the Light to the Dark... thank you for the knowing that you do weave reality into your narcotic-filled dreams. Most don't, to the sorrow of the World....

    -Katrina
  • Just lovely and sad all mixed into one. Knowing that it's House who's unwittingly providing Wilson with the comforting fireflies and how Wilson feels they are a search for love, just guh...so beautiful.
  • Ooooooooooo wee!! This is has got to be the most awesome line in all the fics combined in his heavily-drugged state the idea that there's a bio-luminescent bug in what should be a sterile ICU environment makes perfect sense.. A perfect description of House - it's alive! and glowing - so much love - so much for this line. Then it's followed by the awesomeness of Wilson making sense of the living light Later on, of course, he'd learned that silent signaling was a mating dance, a search for a companion. A search for love. So beautiful even Wilson has not yet connected the dots between the two hearts.

    The imagery is filled with so much awesomeness. And I love the tempo on this piece.

    I think the person who wrote this piece also writes poetry.
  • *bawls*
    Poor Wilson. And House - I love the way these two chapters work together.
  • Oh my! Such a nice companion piece to the last chapter. See? Wilson wants to stop breathing! VENT HIM!!!

    The way he sees House's light as a firefly is just love. Especially that it is love to/from House!! Very nice.
  • Absolutely perfect companion pieces.

    I love the imagery/idea of the firefly. There's something so magical about those tiny flickers of light - Wilson needs that kind of magic now!
  • (Anonymous)
    Beautiful. Love the imagery. My guess is nightdog_ for this section!
  • That is a wonderfully moving image... absolutely inspired. :D
    • *thinks about it a bit more* I love the fact that House doesn't think Wilson can see his penlight -- and Wilson doesn't think that anyone but himself can see the firefly -- but nevertheless the light is serving as a connection between the two. It's just a tiny light in the darkness, but it is indomitable. (I hope!)
  • Ow.;________________________________________;
    Can I cry more?
    • Just saw your comments and they made me grin. It's wonderful to know these stories are still being read and enjoyed. :-) Thanks so much.
  • Awww... That's beautiful <3 Such beautiful imagery... A nice respite from so much hurt <3
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