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Aftershocks 26.4: Jaguar

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Aftershocks 26.4: Jaguar

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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY: Some Wilsonian cooking is just what he needs.
CHARACTERS: 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.


Jaguar


Wilson had mentioned earlier that he had been feeling like cooking something, and the fellows did their jobs and indulged him, with the end result being a vat of undoubtedly excellent beef stew. House is eager to get home. Clinic duty had been a pain in a lot of people's asses—he hadn't exactly been gentle with the crotch-rot swabs. With the frustration added to his sleeplessness since the park, House feels like the walking dead; he's barely able to keep the bike upright. Some Wilsonian cooking is just what he needs.

As he sits at the stoplight with his mouth watering at the thought of what's happening in his kitchen, a long, sleek silver hood pulls smoothly into his peripheral vision. A slim black cigarette lands alongside his front tire and drags his attention to the driver sitting next to him.

House is glad he's wearing sunglasses; the only place he's never been able to hide his reaction is his eyes. He can feel his exhaustion disappear as his palms go slick inside their gloves.

The fucking viper is sitting there, not an arm's length away, watching the traffic with a serene expression on his face. He glances over, an unholy sparkle in his grey eyes, and smiles.

Then the light turns and the Jaguar purrs as it glides away.

House ignores the honks behind him and guns the bike. He makes it home even faster than usual, curses when he forgets to unlock the deadbolt in addition to the regular lock, and pants a sigh of relief when he gets the door open to the rich smell of potatoes and beef. He forces his breathing to slow as he watches Wilson listen to his audio book, his quilt pulled up to his chin and a little smile on his lips as a voice with a pretentious English accent floats from the laptop speakers.
 
  
  • Greetings!

    I ADORE how y'all blend the snippets of horror along w/the everyday! :-)

    Brava!!!
    -Katrina
  • I hate hate hate how Martin is pulling at the fragile web of peace that House and Wilson have finally achieved. This psychological game is a different kind of slow torture and pain :-(
  • After the last two chapters (where everything seems to be getting so much better), this one is simply horrifying! For House to see how close the "Devil" really is; for you guys to show so subtly how terrified House is; how frantic he is to get to Wilson, is amazing! (And you leave us this way for the whole weekend, trying to decide if that makes you teasing or just plain sadistic!) You guys have no idea what you've done here; this is first thing I check when I get online at home (well, sometimes at work, too). You've nailed the House and Wilson that I love completely. It seems that I can actually see the look in House's eyes when he realizes who's beside him. And feel the relief when he gets home to find Wilson is safe (so far). Thank you, thank you to all of you!
  • I have an audiobook of Three Men in a Boat read by Hugh Laurie. It's dreamy. I'm going to have to listen to it tonight, so I don't have nightmares after this particular addition. The tiny touches - House breaking traffic rules and fighting with the locks - are what make this series stand out for me
  • Never more than a moment's peace, especially not when Martin's back and teasing House.

    You know he pronounces it "Jag-yu-ar," too.

    Love this line: the only place he's never been able to hide his reaction is his eyes. First because it's true, second because it's so revealing to know that House knows it's true and doesn't like the lack of control, third because you can *see* his reaction even though he can't see himself and Martin can't see through the sunglasses.
  • This was horrifying. I just knew, all the lovely games and beef stew was going somewhere not goog. And Martin is an evil cancer - tormenting House who has been thorugh enough. House should take Wilson to work with him. Wilson could sleep in a hospital bed and then at night he could sleep in House's bed. Oh and House needs to get a BIG gun!
  • The fucking viper is sitting there, not an arm's length away, watching the traffic with a serene expression on his face.

    The lingering shock of that line actually amplifies when House finds Wilson snug in bed with his quilt and his book. That safety is so illusionary, and only House knows, and bears, that truth. *shivers*
  • Noooo!!! *protects Wilson and House*
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