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Aftershocks 21.3: Favors

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Aftershocks 21.3: Favors

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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY: House never was one to share.
CHARACTERS: Cuddy, House
RATING:
R for language and themes (gen fic).
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.


Favors


Cuddy mentally smacks herself as soon as she hears the second ring over the phone line. Of course Wilson isn't going to answer the phone; it's hard enough to talk to him face to face. The information she has for him isn't something to be left on an answering machine, either.

She doesn't have much time to think up something else to say, though, as House's outgoing message is short and less than sweet. So she falls back on the tried-and-true:

"House, on the off chance that you're there instead of where you're supposed to be, I'm warning you now: Answer your cell phone or so help me, I'm spamming the hospital with that picture. You know which one."

She smiles as she hangs up. She has, in fact, several pictures; she keeps a copy of her favorite in her desk drawer and peeks at it on days when House is particularly trying. It will drive House nuts not to know what she's talking about, not to mention it will give Wilson a puzzle to solve.





"House!"

She can tell he's rolling his eyes, even though his back is to her. House can roll his eyes with his whole body. As Cuddy gets closer, he turns and growls, "My patient is cured, I did my shift in Biohazard Bay, and Wilson is lonely. You can't make me stay here."

Cuddy smiles gently as she steps in close to him. "I'm not making you do anything. But I do want to talk to you, and you don't seem to respond to anything else."

"Because this way, I can look down your shirt," House leers as he leans a little and pointedly looks down at her collarbones. She shoves a small white card under his nose, blocking his view.

"I called in some favors," she says softly. "For Wilson. Dr. Simonds specializes in trauma cases."

House grabs the card and scans it quickly. "Wilson doesn't need a shrink."

Cuddy grabs his wrist. "Yes, he does. He was beaten within an inch of his life for no reason." She's close enough to catch his wince, but she ignores it; House feeling guilty over a random event makes him more human, somehow. "His physical recovery is going to take months. He needs to talk to someone about this."

"He's got me," he replies and tugs on his wrist. Of course, House never was one to share.

She doesn't let go. "Right. You're excellent with the emotional processing. You need therapy, yourself."

"He's convalescing. It's bad enough I've got to drag him to OT twice a week, I'm not dragging him across town to mumble for an hour." House tries again to pull his hand away, but Cuddy shifts her stance and grabs his other wrist, too, resting her hand over his on his cane. She so rarely has House cornered; part of her relishes the small victory.

"That's part of the favor. I talked to her, she knows the basic facts of Wilson's injuries. She's agreed to come to the apartment until Wilson's ready to go to her office. All you need to do is tell Wilson about it."

House glares at her.

"It's his call, House," she says, releasing his wrists and stepping back. "Not yours. Tell him, let him make the decision."

He stuffs the card in his pocket and heads for the doors.

"I'm coming over next week, House," Cuddy calls after him. "If you don't tell him, I will."
 
 
  • a chapter of this was just what i needed to cheer me up. :)
  • Great job with their give and take here. I'm glad for Cuddy's meddling but am also glad for loyal, guilt-ridden House wanting to cordon off Wilson from the rest of the world whenever that line of his is breached. I guess it's just that I've been sucked into their little cocoon in this verse; a therapist would probably be very much need by Wilson, if he's up to talking.
  • Lord Jesus!!!!!!!!!!! Cuddy is awesome. I couldn't stop laughing. She keeps pics of House in her desk and looks at them on days when he's particularly trying.

    Oh the perfection of Cuddy saying that Wilson was beaten within an inch of his life for no reason and House winces. I just love that description.

    Please, please don't keep us waiting too long for the next chapter cause I want to see house House approaches Wilson about seeing a psychiatrist. It seems timely since Wilson has started constantly dreaming. Poor baby.
  • Hooray for Cuddy! I was thinking the other day how I was missing House's interacting with her and voila! A Cuddy chapter appears.

    I just hope she gets through to House about this one - Wilson definitely needs to talk to someone that's not House.
  • Greetings!

    I love it when Cuddy stands up to House!!! :-D And when she manages to back him into a corner, so to speak.

    Wonderful chapter, if short. :-D
    -Katrina
  • But... but Wilson can't talk. He's forbidden to by people he's utterly terrified of, and for good reason. God, how horrible would it be, to be forced to sit through somebody trying to sympathize with something that didn't really happen to you, and the whole time thinking 'You have no idea what I went through, what I'm going through. And you can't; I can't tell you, I can't let you in, or I'll go through something even worse and then they'll kill me'.

    This is shaping up to be a knotty problem. How can House get people to treat Wilson properly without explaining what really happened?
  • (Anonymous)
    "Therapy" is going to be a bitch for Wilson, having to lie all the time. And House is going to be there for every session, too, to make sure the private nurse disaster does not repeat itself. Poor Wilson.

    Great writing, all of you. I love this (sorry, Wilson).
    Jo
    -without LJ-
  • House can roll his eyes with his whole body. That is so true. *snerk*

    I love Cuddy for stepping in. It's the good doctor thing to do, although how to get Wilson to where he can talk about what's happened to him is going to be quite a mountain to climb.
  • What they said *points up* about the gut-punch of Cuddy saying Wilson was attacked for no reason and misinterpreting House's wince, and the anticipated frustration of Wilson having to "open up" to a psychologist without being able to discuss what really happened. Plus a big *snerk* at "Biohazard Bay" and general love for how this series continually depicts other characters knowing how to handle House (or failing and trying again until they're successful).
    • Yeah, what a trick. The psychologist probably wouldn't go to the cops, but would Wilson be willing to take that risk?

      Not to mention the risk of opening himself up to be looked at that closely, after what has happened to him.

      We'll just have to wait and see.
  • "He's got me," he replies and tugs on his wrist. Of course, House never was one to share.

    Somehow that line sends a silvery sort of chill through me. It just seems that House has been trying so carefully to contain all the damage, but there is only so much protection he can give, with so many people he can't control.

    On the bright side: Cuddy has photos! :D Which we all want to see, I think.
  • I love Cuddy :D She's a master of House-handling!
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