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sick_wilson2011-07-15 03:17 am
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Drabble challenge!! :D
In case you're all still reeling from Consequences, this is MUCH lighter fare. Mostly. These are for the lovely Drabble Challenge, which I really enjoyed doing despite the difficulty in trying to get things down to 100 words :D
Warning: BDSM in one prompt. Sort of. You'll see.
The last one is actually based on something that I actually observed.
1) bear, night
Wilson decides that he hates camping, and that this date he’s gone on to try and forget House is a bust. Not only can’t he remember the name of the red-head who’s asleep beside him in the tent, but he’s sure he just heard a roar in the distance. He knows that if House was here beside him, he’d be telling him that it’s not a bear and just his imagination, or that it is a bear and he really needs to run – but House isn’t here; a thought that’s scarier than anything that could be out in the night.
2) belt, storm, bug
House sighs as he curls the belt around his hand again and then lets it go; winces as the sound of it hitting Wilson’s back sounds in time with a crack of thunder. “Are you really this afraid of lightning?” House inquires, raising an eyebrow.
“Just keep doing that, I need a distraction,” Wilson pleads, and House complies, raising an eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t this do a better job and hurt less?” House asks, picking up a fly swatter. He quickly puts it back down again when he realizes it’s covered with the corpses of several flies. “Never mind.” Again, he sighs.
3) bat, red, echo
“I’m not playing baseball with you anymore, House,” Wilson snaps as he reflexively places his hand on top of his nose, as if shielding it as he looks at the bat in House’s hand. “The last time my nose took an hour to stop bleeding.”
“Oh, come on, it was an accident.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean I really want to have to meet my patients while my lab coat is stained red.”
“Stop wearing a lab coat and you won’t have that problem.”
“Problem?” Wilson asks, rolling his eyes.
“Is there an echo in here?” House asks, swinging.
4) speed, tent, soft
“Move over, Wilson,” Amber demands as she nudges her boyfriend hard in his neck.
“I can’t, there’s no room.” His hand ends up entwined in her soft hair, and he listens to the wind nearly purr outside. They’ve decided that what they really need is a weekend away from House, but it’s not gone according to plan. How were they supposed to know that the tent they’d ordered was meant for kids? Or that they had jostled over and ended up on the top of a very steep hill, and were about to start rolling down it with ever-increasing speed?
5) roar
“Did you ever fight a lion?”
Wilson’s sure that he’s about to scream. His new patient’s from Africa, and a perfectly nice girl, but his other patient is a jerk and has decided to ask this question for the fourth time.
“Bill, no, I don’t think Amaia has ever fought a lion.”
“Did you ever fight a lion?” Wilson’s head is pounding and he’s losing patience. He’s sure he’s about to scream and it’s not okay to scream at someone with cancer, jerk or not.
He’s nearly reconsidering that when House sneaks up on Bill and roars loudly. Crisis resolved.
Warning: BDSM in one prompt. Sort of. You'll see.
The last one is actually based on something that I actually observed.
1) bear, night
Wilson decides that he hates camping, and that this date he’s gone on to try and forget House is a bust. Not only can’t he remember the name of the red-head who’s asleep beside him in the tent, but he’s sure he just heard a roar in the distance. He knows that if House was here beside him, he’d be telling him that it’s not a bear and just his imagination, or that it is a bear and he really needs to run – but House isn’t here; a thought that’s scarier than anything that could be out in the night.
2) belt, storm, bug
House sighs as he curls the belt around his hand again and then lets it go; winces as the sound of it hitting Wilson’s back sounds in time with a crack of thunder. “Are you really this afraid of lightning?” House inquires, raising an eyebrow.
“Just keep doing that, I need a distraction,” Wilson pleads, and House complies, raising an eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t this do a better job and hurt less?” House asks, picking up a fly swatter. He quickly puts it back down again when he realizes it’s covered with the corpses of several flies. “Never mind.” Again, he sighs.
3) bat, red, echo
“I’m not playing baseball with you anymore, House,” Wilson snaps as he reflexively places his hand on top of his nose, as if shielding it as he looks at the bat in House’s hand. “The last time my nose took an hour to stop bleeding.”
“Oh, come on, it was an accident.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean I really want to have to meet my patients while my lab coat is stained red.”
“Stop wearing a lab coat and you won’t have that problem.”
“Problem?” Wilson asks, rolling his eyes.
“Is there an echo in here?” House asks, swinging.
4) speed, tent, soft
“Move over, Wilson,” Amber demands as she nudges her boyfriend hard in his neck.
“I can’t, there’s no room.” His hand ends up entwined in her soft hair, and he listens to the wind nearly purr outside. They’ve decided that what they really need is a weekend away from House, but it’s not gone according to plan. How were they supposed to know that the tent they’d ordered was meant for kids? Or that they had jostled over and ended up on the top of a very steep hill, and were about to start rolling down it with ever-increasing speed?
5) roar
“Did you ever fight a lion?”
Wilson’s sure that he’s about to scream. His new patient’s from Africa, and a perfectly nice girl, but his other patient is a jerk and has decided to ask this question for the fourth time.
“Bill, no, I don’t think Amaia has ever fought a lion.”
“Did you ever fight a lion?” Wilson’s head is pounding and he’s losing patience. He’s sure he’s about to scream and it’s not okay to scream at someone with cancer, jerk or not.
He’s nearly reconsidering that when House sneaks up on Bill and roars loudly. Crisis resolved.
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I feel like I usually nearly end up going over 100 words and then I have to change up word choice and pare down :D
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And yes! It's really hard, especially as my narration tends to go off on tangents.