Cutting (PG-13)
Apr. 6th, 2008 02:17 pmPosted to
house_wilson
Title: Cutting
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Words: 784
Summary: Midquel for My Fathers' Son. Jack’s not always an angel.
Hey, what took you so long? And why does Jack look like his head was attacked by a retarded squirrel with tiny blunt hedge clippers?
You know how he doesn’t like haircuts?
Yes.
I discovered this afternoon that he really, really doesn’t like haircuts. Jack, go play in your room.
He seems fine now.
He’s not getting his hair cut now.
Was he really that bad, or was the hair cutter just incompetent?
She was the owner of the shop. Did her absolute best. It was all Jack. He was…. worse than you can imagine.
I can’t –
A screaming fit from the second his name was called until the moment I pulled my wallet out to pay.
Well, if he –
Screaming, House. Rising to the decibel level of planes taking off. I’m not exaggerating. Every single person in the place was looking at us; they must’ve thought I was torturing him.
You can’t take him to your beauty salon; you’ve got to go to one of those kid places where they know how to handle him. Let him watch a video or something.
It’s a unisex stylist, and we didn’t go there. We went to a kids’ salon, with cartoon pictures on the wall, and video games, and personal TVs, and none of it helped one damn bit.
You should’ve taken his favorite toys for distraction.
Legos, and cars, and Mr. Bear, and a brand new Penny in Pigtails sticker book, and the salon’s remote controlled helicopter and plastic soldiers… none of it helped.
You hate him playing with war toys.
I would’ve let him have an unloaded gun if it would’ve calmed him down. I had to get in the chair with him and physically hold him in place.
Is that why it looks like a Tortoiseshell Persian exploded on you? Next time you can bring some snacks, little treats he doesn’t normally get.
I had Wheat Thins, Goldfish, mini rice cakes –
Mini rice cakes are not a treat! No wonder he yelled.
Marshmallows, gummy bears, and Cheetos.
Seriously? I thought you thought the orange dust was toxic.
It is. I was desperate. I let one of the stylists buy him a Coke.
No.
Yes. He wouldn’t close his mouth enough to suck on the straw. It was agony, the whole experience. Next time I’m going to get up in the middle of the night and shave his head while he sleeps and be done with it.
You’re not balding our son.
OK, Mr. Sensitive. A buzz cut, then. I can’t handle another trip to the salon.
A buzz cut? No. Flashback central. If it was all that traumatic to you, you weeping wuss, let his hair grow for a while until he matures out of the phobia.
You’ve got a solution for everything, don’t you? Fine.
Hey, why are you walking funny? Are you cheating on me? Getting something on the down low?
How could I possibly go any lower down than we are? We’re already so low we’re in the damn sub-basement.
Wow, somebody pissed in your cornflakes.
I’m walking “funny” because I wrenched my knee when my leg was wrapped around your son, trying to hold down a screaming tornado.
You shouldn’t have had to do that. You could’ve –
And you know what he was sobbing? In between the inarticulate howls of rage? “Daddy,” that’s what he was saying. “Daddy loves me; Daddy wouldn’t hurt me.” The stylists thought he was trying to reassure himself, and the whole time he’s calling out for you and stabbing my fucking heart.
He didn’t mean it that way.
You have no clue how he meant it. You weren’t there.
It doesn’t take two of us to run an errand like that.
You wouldn’t know; you never run them.
Hey, when you were recovering, I –
We should both be there for things like this. He needs both of us.
You do fine.
I do fine.
That’s what I said.
Yes, I know. I am echoing your sentence in a scoffing manner because you don’t fucking know! You don’t know what I go through; you don’t know what it’s like.
When you were –
When I was! When I was! I’m so sick of hearing about that, and all the wonderful things you did for Jack.
Hey, I –
I almost hit him today, House. I was this close to raising my hand and smacking my son.
But you didn’t.
As far as you know.
Wilson.
I needed you there, House. We should’ve been there as a family.
We’ll make Marjorie take him next time. Sneak it into her nanny contract under “other duties as assigned.”
Yeah. Whatever.
Wilson?
*slam*
Title: Cutting
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Words: 784
Summary: Midquel for My Fathers' Son. Jack’s not always an angel.
Hey, what took you so long? And why does Jack look like his head was attacked by a retarded squirrel with tiny blunt hedge clippers?
You know how he doesn’t like haircuts?
Yes.
I discovered this afternoon that he really, really doesn’t like haircuts. Jack, go play in your room.
He seems fine now.
He’s not getting his hair cut now.
Was he really that bad, or was the hair cutter just incompetent?
She was the owner of the shop. Did her absolute best. It was all Jack. He was…. worse than you can imagine.
I can’t –
A screaming fit from the second his name was called until the moment I pulled my wallet out to pay.
Well, if he –
Screaming, House. Rising to the decibel level of planes taking off. I’m not exaggerating. Every single person in the place was looking at us; they must’ve thought I was torturing him.
You can’t take him to your beauty salon; you’ve got to go to one of those kid places where they know how to handle him. Let him watch a video or something.
It’s a unisex stylist, and we didn’t go there. We went to a kids’ salon, with cartoon pictures on the wall, and video games, and personal TVs, and none of it helped one damn bit.
You should’ve taken his favorite toys for distraction.
Legos, and cars, and Mr. Bear, and a brand new Penny in Pigtails sticker book, and the salon’s remote controlled helicopter and plastic soldiers… none of it helped.
You hate him playing with war toys.
I would’ve let him have an unloaded gun if it would’ve calmed him down. I had to get in the chair with him and physically hold him in place.
Is that why it looks like a Tortoiseshell Persian exploded on you? Next time you can bring some snacks, little treats he doesn’t normally get.
I had Wheat Thins, Goldfish, mini rice cakes –
Mini rice cakes are not a treat! No wonder he yelled.
Marshmallows, gummy bears, and Cheetos.
Seriously? I thought you thought the orange dust was toxic.
It is. I was desperate. I let one of the stylists buy him a Coke.
No.
Yes. He wouldn’t close his mouth enough to suck on the straw. It was agony, the whole experience. Next time I’m going to get up in the middle of the night and shave his head while he sleeps and be done with it.
You’re not balding our son.
OK, Mr. Sensitive. A buzz cut, then. I can’t handle another trip to the salon.
A buzz cut? No. Flashback central. If it was all that traumatic to you, you weeping wuss, let his hair grow for a while until he matures out of the phobia.
You’ve got a solution for everything, don’t you? Fine.
Hey, why are you walking funny? Are you cheating on me? Getting something on the down low?
How could I possibly go any lower down than we are? We’re already so low we’re in the damn sub-basement.
Wow, somebody pissed in your cornflakes.
I’m walking “funny” because I wrenched my knee when my leg was wrapped around your son, trying to hold down a screaming tornado.
You shouldn’t have had to do that. You could’ve –
And you know what he was sobbing? In between the inarticulate howls of rage? “Daddy,” that’s what he was saying. “Daddy loves me; Daddy wouldn’t hurt me.” The stylists thought he was trying to reassure himself, and the whole time he’s calling out for you and stabbing my fucking heart.
He didn’t mean it that way.
You have no clue how he meant it. You weren’t there.
It doesn’t take two of us to run an errand like that.
You wouldn’t know; you never run them.
Hey, when you were recovering, I –
We should both be there for things like this. He needs both of us.
You do fine.
I do fine.
That’s what I said.
Yes, I know. I am echoing your sentence in a scoffing manner because you don’t fucking know! You don’t know what I go through; you don’t know what it’s like.
When you were –
When I was! When I was! I’m so sick of hearing about that, and all the wonderful things you did for Jack.
Hey, I –
I almost hit him today, House. I was this close to raising my hand and smacking my son.
But you didn’t.
As far as you know.
Wilson.
I needed you there, House. We should’ve been there as a family.
We’ll make Marjorie take him next time. Sneak it into her nanny contract under “other duties as assigned.”
Yeah. Whatever.
Wilson?
*slam*
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Date: 2008-04-06 06:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-06 07:55 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading
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Date: 2008-04-06 07:22 pm (UTC)OUCH. It's so sad that that particular thread of pain, that runs through the while series, is flickering even here, when they were physically all together as a family :-(
But... the dialogue was also pretty damned funny! :-)
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Date: 2008-04-06 08:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-06 07:37 pm (UTC)At first I was smiling thinking of how I was whenever my mum wanted me to go and get a haircut, which I didn't get until I was like 3 or 4 years old... and she *did* cut my hair when I was sleeping.
And then, an amusing circumstance became an argument and my stomach just knotted.
It’s a very powerful piece and I liked it. I have no idea what the “My father’s son”-verse is, but I’m finding out right now ;)
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Date: 2008-04-06 08:07 pm (UTC)There are several stories in the My Fathers' Son universe. Start with the original (link above) and then the rest of the fics are listed in a separate section on my fic list (http://deelaundry.livejournal.com/31872.html).
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Date: 2008-04-06 07:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-06 08:01 pm (UTC)Wilson is so... mother. \o/
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Date: 2008-04-06 08:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-06 08:22 pm (UTC)The first part is funny, and I can't say no to MFS fics, even if they are sad and angsty.
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:50 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2008-04-06 10:20 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed this and its prequel. And now it looks like I have to go back and read them all. :D
Definitely looking forward to that. Thanks for the great read! <3
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Date: 2008-04-07 03:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-07 03:12 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2008-04-07 12:56 am (UTC)I hope there will be more in this 'verse? I am really quite fond of it!
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:38 am (UTC)House caught him alone by a nurses' station and said quietly, "You don't have to be such an asshole."
Wilson stared at him for a minute and then said, "No, I don't have to." He grinned and raised his voice. "But that's what makes it so much fun; am I right?" He popped House one on the shoulder and walked off whistling.
Wilson eventually cooled down, but it took a while.
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:42 am (UTC)Hee!
DEE! First you made me laugh, then you made my heart break for poor Wilson. Stop that!
You know, I panicked a bit when I saw that title of this fic. I was a afraid that you had gone over to the EMO! dark side. ;)
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:05 pm (UTC)I did have brief thoughts that that connotation of "cutting" might come up in readers' minds, but otherwise it's so apt that... I left it in.
Thanks.
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Date: 2008-04-07 04:49 am (UTC)Love these fics, and great job with Dialogue Only..I could 'hear' each one clearly and even get a good idea of the reactions as they were talking. Awesome! :D
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-07 05:19 am (UTC)*shudders*
House should go next time. Ha, I'd love to see him trying to hold onto a screaming, struggling child while sitting on the chair. See what he'd say then!!
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-07 07:38 am (UTC)*cries*
Every time I read a MFS fic I want to shake some sense into both House and Wilson...
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Date: 2008-04-07 08:56 pm (UTC)Or not; it's up to you. : )
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Date: 2008-04-08 08:17 am (UTC)(Of course you wrote it well)
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Date: 2008-04-08 07:00 pm (UTC)The way you can make them be funny even while they are fighting is so them...makes me smile while at the same time it stings like crazy.
- You can't take him to your beauty salon...
- It's a unisex stylist...
I am echoing your sentence in a scoffing manner because you don't fucking know!
Wonderful. ~hugs~
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