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2008-07-02T14:40:25Z

FIC : Wilfully Blind

2007-03-25T17:27:17Z

FIC: Wilfully Blind
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: None
Summary: Cuddy watches as Wilson & House head home after the end of the Vogler arc and with some help from Chase and Foreman begins to understand them better. (Cuddy PoV)
COMPLETE

Cuddy watched in a numb sort of disbelief as Wilson and House walked across the car park; Wilson was laughing at something that House had just said and House was smirking (in a way that usually had her pull his patient's file). Despite her disbelief she wasn't really that surprised - Wilson always forgave House.
               House had almost lost Wilson his job and Wilson was STILL friends with him. She'd hadn't had a really close friend since Med School (Stacy could have been but then with House's Infarction - it was funny how you could hear the capital letter when she said it or even thought it - that too had fallen apart) but the jealousy she felt watching them laughing as they walked slowly across to House's car took her by surprise.
               Momentarily taken back by this sudden rush of emotion, she didn't hear Foreman and Chase come up onto the roof behind her until Chase spoke.
               "Dr Cuddy? Are you all right?"
               It took her a moment to realise that he meant about the money. Despite what she'd said if House wasn't worth it, together Wilson & House were. Not to mention that letting Vogler set a precedent for getting rid of doctoors who he didn't get along with would NOT have been a good idea.
               The worried look Chase shared with Foreman made her realise that she still hadn't replied.
               "Oh, I'll be fine," she paused, then asked what she'd been wondering since Wilson had been voted out, " Why do you think Wilson stays - he could take his pick of jobs at half a dozen hospitals at least with better departments and more money?"
               Foreman looked at her as if he couldn't believe how dense she was being.
               "But House wouldn't be there," he paused then speaking slowly as if to a small child (at any other time Cuddy would have reprimanded him but her curiosity got the better of her and she stayed quiet, waiting), "and Wilson loves House."
               She would have laughed it off except for the way he said it - as though it was an indisputable fact and from the looks on both Chase's and Foreman's faces, as far as they were concerned it was.
               Pausing, a flood of snapshots and video clips rolled through her mind, a slight gasp emerged from her lips as she saw what had been there from, well, the very beginning. Laughter, joy, forgiveness and a bond that seamed unbreakable.
               "Oh."
               They watched in silence as House and Wilson reached the 'Vette (as House called her - he also insisted that the car was female) and watched the way Wilson took House's bag without even the implication that House needed him to. and the way House let him. This casual acceptance of Wilson's place in his life was tantamount to a declaration of love from House.
               How could she have been so blind? So wilfully blind?

Reviews would be nice as I've only just started writing and could do with some pointers. Don't be too mean. Please. <g>

Fic: Freedom

2007-02-26T19:30:54Z

Fic: Freedom
Pairing: sort of Gibbs/Tony
Rating: Minimal
COMPLETE

2nd Fic!

Today, that was when it happened - a new chance, with a new person and not just anyone, one so beloved I... I would given anything for him just yesterday. It was a chance to drop my masks and admit my fears, my insecurities, my... What difference does it make. I couldn't you know, just couldn't. I stood there as he offered me everything - everything he had, everything I had wanted. But I didn't want it. He wasn't who I thought he was - and then I realised I'd never actually known him.
And was when I did it.

I said - No.

Just like that. I knew he'd never ask again. That offer of a lift that concealed so much - all of which that was revealed in his eyes and he knew I knew. I could have ignored it. Just said something flippant and pretended like it had never happened and he'd... Well... maybe he'd have asked again. But in that moment I realised it wasn't what I want and hadn't been for a long time. Not since
before he'd left, before Cait's death, before any of it.

I'd moved on.

Moved on from this myth, this dream of a man I'd built around him, because now I'd seen the man and he wasn't perfect. No, his flaws were so obvious now that they slapped me in the face everytime I looked at him, spoke with him, saw him.
I built a fantasy and it had collapsed like a house of cards, leaving me alone and unshielded.

But somehow the future looked brighter. I had options. For the first time since I'd noticed him as something other than my boss, my ex-marine probably homophobic boss, I was free. My job, which had encompassed my life for these last few disastrous months, was just a job and my friends were, well... barely even that - more like colleagues.

And I was FREE.

Free to go and free to stay. In charge of my destiny be it at NCIS or somewhere new. For the first time in months I felt a smile touch my lips and I turned my car, my beautiful new car, on to the highway opening myself to the possibilties

God, the possiblities! And I laughed from sheer exilihration. Free!

Fic : So Far Un-named

2007-02-25T20:30:17Z

Fic : So Far Un-named
Chapter : 1/?
Pairings : Don/Charlie
PoV : Megan, 3rd Person
Rating : (umm...) PG-13

This is my first fic so be gentle.

Megan stopped short and glared at Don, who at some point during Megan's explanation had stopped listening and started brooding. She knew he was brooding (or possibly sulking) because of the scowl on his face. This had become an increasingly common occurrence since he and Charlie had had that argument about the psychic. Thinking of him still gave Megan the creeps, so she hadn't really wanted to bring it up with either of them, but this was getting ridiculous, it had been a week since then and they were still barely talking to each other. Charlie didn't say anything that wasn't strictly to do with the case they were working on and Don was practically monosyllabic and increasingly distracted.

Damn it. She was going to have to say something.

"Don. Don... DON."

His gaze snapped back to her with a jolt.

"What? I mean... Yes, of course. I completely agree."

Colby snickered as Don firmly established that he hadn't heard a word of what Megan had been saying. Megan sighed; this was going to take longer that she had hoped. Well, she wasn't going to get anything done until Don snapped out of it anyway.

"Don, what's going on with Charlie?"

"What? Nothing" he said, a shade too quickly.

"Right... What did you say to him?"

Don scowled.

"Nothing."

Megan glared.

"He was being an idiot about the psychic."

Megan glared.

"I might have said something about him helping solve the case," Don said, in a rush.

"Charlie solved that case, Don," Megan said reprovingly.

"I know that! I just... It was... I wasn't..."

Don sighed. Megan reconsidered her aggressive stance and her expression softened.

"You need to tell Charlie that, Don."

"Tell me what?" asked Charlie appearing around the corner.

He was carrying several folders and a rolled-up map. He looked tired; fights with Don always took a toll on him. Although he did look pleased about something so perhaps their case might be solved this year, after all.

Hello

2007-02-12T23:56:01Z

HELLO

Well, that sort of says it all really. This is a post to say: "Hello", "Look at me" and "I exist".

Having said that there seems to be very little else to say. Just that I plan to rec fics here and bore you with my rambling. I do have a somewhat vague intention on writing some myself - by vague, I mean might never happen

I promise to tag all my posts according to what they are. Partly, so that any one who wants to ignore my ramblings and partly, because they look really cool.

This appears to read somewhat as a to-do list which was not my intention at all. But regardless of this ( and with a healthy respect for my sleeping habits) I will leave this, my first post, in this state.