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Aftershocks 45.2: Free at Last



Aftershocks 45.2: Free at Last

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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY: Sometimes surprises are welcome.
CHARACTERS: Wilson, House
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.
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.

Free at Last

The pot is full of fresh coffee, almost as if House has been expecting him.

The coffee can't be for House's team; they're nowhere to be seen. Wilson doesn't ask where they are, because he doesn't care. He pours a big mug and settles into House's Eames chair with a heavy groan. The coffee's good, but it's hard to enjoy when his back and his collarbone are throbbing harder with each minute that passes.

He really will have to try choking down one of House's Vicodin, if this keeps up.

House turns a grim face toward him. "You shouldn't have turned off your pager," he says.

"You knew 'ere I was."

"Sandoval didn't. He called me, looking for you," says House. "He got the films of your jaw."

"And?" Wilson's stomach lurches. How had he forgotten about that? He sets the coffee between his knees, bracing himself.

"I was wondering whether to tell you. I kinda liked this new improved version." House does a perfectly obnoxious TV announcer voice: "Wired Wilson! Now only half as annoying!"  He's smiling, the jerk. 


"Ditch the elastics."

"Sand'val said that?"

"Am I not allowed to paraphrase? He also said to take a pill, 'cause it's gonna hurt like a bitch. Paraphrasing again, but ..."
House holds out a little pair of gleaming silver nippers. He's been planning this, apparently.

Wilson didn't know he could move this fast while in this kind of pain. He's out of the chair with hardly a second thought, almost spilling the coffee as he thrusts it into House's hand and grabs the nippers instead. There's a mirror in the mens' room, and he can't get there fast enough.

The last thing he hears on his mad, painful dash out the door is House's low chuckle behind him.

  • Short, but oh so good :) I love how it seems like House plans for everything Wilson might want or need, whether it's simply coffee andc company or something huge like removing the wires.
  • There's a nice horror tint to this, like Wilson's having a nightmare. But when Wilson grabs the nippers, a huge smile broke out on my face.

    Nicely done.
  • A Saturday post!! Woot!!

    Can we follow Wilson into the bathroom while he....snips? ^.^

  • Much love for the Saturday post :)

    And OMG I couldn't stop laughing!! House paraphrasing and Wilson making a mad dash for the nippers and the men's room. This is just hilarious and very, very sweet :)

  • Love. simply love this. Thank you for the Saturday installment! :D

    I must tell all you mad/fab writers of this story, as I was driving around on my Saturday errands I kept coming back to thinking about this story. I sat in San Francisco traffic, trying to figure out how Wilson could not be so sad and empty after Friday's installment, how he could stay with House and just be for a while.

    Dude's, srsly? you all have created an amazing epic story that is rivaling canon. I realize it shall come to an end sooner than later, but thanks for this great ride.

  • I know it's cruel of me, but I *so* want Wilson not to be able to manage/bear it and have to have House help him, or maybe offer him a Vicodin after.

    Please don't let him remove the wires without at least leaving the men's room door ajar?

    ~fingers crossed~
  • you know, I've always loved House, but sometimes during this story I had some resentment towards him, because of his thoughtless behaviour with Reno, and sometimes thoughtless comments to Wilson, like the one that earned him the punch.
    But at the same time it's always been clear how much he cares for Wilson, and, moreover, how well he understands him. I love that he's the one to tell Wilson he can remove the elastics and give him the tool to do so... I hope we are going to see the scene, because it's another of those pivotal points of Wilson's recovery.
    I loved these last chapters, there's a sense of hope in them.
    But at the same time I can't help thinking... what about Martin? Will he reappear soon? Did he die in a car crash? I hope so

  • The bad guys

    The bad guys better die a truly horrible death and I hope House gets to have something to do with it!
  • Awww! There is nothing like a happy Aftershocks chapter on a Sunday morning! (I like my angst at night only, preferably at midnight ;-)
  • Heh. The title makes it all the more amusing when Wilson flees the office, nippers in hand. (Also, "nippers" is one of those inherently funny words, like "chicken.")

    I missed commenting on three of these, I think. Let me spam you now.
  • Yay unwired Wilson! :D
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