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Sep. 2nd, 2008 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deelaundryLooking for something else, I found these "cut scenes" from old fics. Read 'em and LOL.
CUT PART FROM IDK WHERE
H/W loving and House gets paged, then called on his cell.
“Never mind,” he barked at Foreman.
“There actually is an urgent case; we need you.”
“Is the patient going to die tonight? Don’t answer; that was the wrong question. Is the patient going to die in the next hour? No. Then go ahead and start without me. I’ll call you in an hour.”
House slapped Wilson’s hands away. “I had my heart set on multiple orgasms for everybody, but we’re going to have to rush this. So it’s going to go: you, me, you again. At least someone will get a second climax.”
CUT SCENE #1 FROM "COMMITMENT" (when it was still hooked to "Snowglobe")
Scene with Cuddy – Wilson is out of the psych hospital (even though he still thinks House is dead) and wants to go back to work. He's trying to convince Cuddy, but keeps getting distracted by House, who’s leaning against the wall.
"Cuddy, would you excuse me just a few minutes?"
Yells at House to go away, quit ruining his chances. "I told you only two things work for me: you and my job. You’re gone, don’t take away my job too."
"You’re not ready to go back to work. Look at yourself objectively. You’re on the verge of tears, just because I’m here."
"Because you won’t leave me alone! Leave me alone, please, and let me mourn you."
"I’m real, Wilson; I’m here; I’m alive. Ask Cuddy – she’ll tell you."
"Fine. Wait here."
Wilson goes out – House can see him through a window in the door. Then Cuddy leaves and Wilson comes back in the room.
CUT SCENE #2 FROM "COMMITMENT" (when it was still hooked to "Snowglobe")
House decided to ignore it. The fiction was serving its purpose. “Are you going to ask me if I’m in love with you?”
“No,” Wilson said firmly. “It won’t change how I feel, so why bother?”
“It might change what we do from now on.”
“Are you coming on to me? In a psych ward? Tell the truth; it’s the robe that does it, isn’t it?” Wilson was looking smug, and House was seized with a sudden urge to kiss that smirk right off his face.
So he did.
After a brief tussle, House was flat on his back on the bed, his jeans and boxers yanked down to mid-thigh. Wilson had his hands in decidedly private places, and if that heat didn’t convince Wilson that House was real, nothing would.
CUT SCENE FROM UNFINISHED MIDQUEL TO MY FATHERS' SON. SET WHEN JACK IS YOUNG. AFTER "Having an Issue" BUT BEFORE "Senseless."
James Wilson slides into the sheets. They're crisp and cool and the pillow is a cradle for his head. He's too tired to think in anything but cliches, and all he wants is to sleep.
Until House slides his hand onto Wilson's stomach, a firm, slow rub; inquiring, not demanding. Of course, sometimes demanding is sexy too, but the inquiry gets to Wilson every time. The acknowledgment that maybe House doesn't know everything, maybe Wilson might be in a different mood. It's too hot, too romantic to ignore, and Wilson's going to give it up, just like every other time.
He's not above a little teasing, though, so he lets out a soft snore.
House rolls in closer, his hand slips to Wilson's side, and his arm tightens. "No one falls asleep that fast."
Wilson opens one eye and raises an eyebrow. "For a while, I did."
"OK, no one except parents of newborns," House admits.
"Don't you mean parent, singular? I seem to recall you getting plenty of sleep."
"I have special needs; accommodations must be made. And after the first two weeks, don't forget, I took over the 1 am feeding." House moves in even closer, kissing Wilson's shoulder as a prelude to making his way slowly up to Wilson's ear. The familiarity doesn't make it any less pleasurable.
Bringing his hand up to stroke House's shoulder, Wilson hums briefly and closes his eyes again. "It was two weeks, three days. You impressed that point on me repeatedly."
"After almost two years averaging twice a day, two weeks and three days without any seemed like an eternity." House's sentence is spaced out between kisses but Wilson's heard this refrain before; he'd know it at any tempo. "If I'd known six straight hours of sleep was all you needed, I'd have taken the 1 am sooner."
House's breath is warm in Wilson's ear and his tongue is doing magical things. Wilson can't find it in himself to give his standard, slightly bitchy reply, so he defaults into cliche. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
House pulls back and stares down at Wilson incredulously. "It wasn't my heart that was having the problem."
"Do you want to talk, or do you want to have sex?" Wilson regrets the words the second they're out of his mouth. That particular question has never been an either/or in House's book, and he hates hearing obvious statements.
They start having intercourse; Wilson tops.
House starts to moan, faint at first, Wilson can’t hear what he’s saying.
"Stacy"
"Stacy"
Wilson is getting anxious.
"Oh, Stacy, your dick is so big. So much bigger than Wilson’s. Mmm, Stacy you know just how to fuck me."
Now Wilson is pissed. He stops, pulls out.
"This is a joke to you?"
"Stacy having a penis? Yes, that’s a joke. Get back here."
"No."
Wilson throws a hissy over Stacy, lets every jealous thing he’s ever felt come pouring out. House puts up with it with little talkback (for him); then Wilson starts to leave the room.
House: "What are you doing?"
"Following that old piece of advice that couples should never to go to sleep angry."
"I'm not angry."
"But I am."
Now House starts to get pissed that Wilson can't calm down, that Wilson doesn't appreciate what House puts into the relationship.
"I jacked in a cup for you. Huh, that's funny, jacked. Jacked. Anyway:
- 13 hours discussing baby names - yes, I counted
- 4 days painting that goddamn room because you couldn't decide between Crystal Ice and Arctic Sea
- 5 trips to Baby World because internet shopping was not good enough for you
- Plus, I used up all the luck I was ever going to get in my entire life, finding and knocking up an intelligent, funny Jewish surrogate who even looks like you, within two months. Two months. Never happens. So now I have no more luck for the rest of my life and will have to be constantly on alert.
"If you can't see any of those as proof of my commitment to you, then the least you can let me do is suck your goddamn penis."
Wilson: "You did those things for Jack."
"I did those things for you. Jack wasn’t alive; he wasn’t even real to me."
"You’re saying you don’t love Jack?"
"From the day Jack was born, I have loved him more than any person on the planet. I’d do anything for him now. But before he was born, all those things to get ready, I was doing them for you."
CUT PART FROM IDK WHERE
H/W loving and House gets paged, then called on his cell.
“Never mind,” he barked at Foreman.
“There actually is an urgent case; we need you.”
“Is the patient going to die tonight? Don’t answer; that was the wrong question. Is the patient going to die in the next hour? No. Then go ahead and start without me. I’ll call you in an hour.”
House slapped Wilson’s hands away. “I had my heart set on multiple orgasms for everybody, but we’re going to have to rush this. So it’s going to go: you, me, you again. At least someone will get a second climax.”
CUT SCENE #1 FROM "COMMITMENT" (when it was still hooked to "Snowglobe")
Scene with Cuddy – Wilson is out of the psych hospital (even though he still thinks House is dead) and wants to go back to work. He's trying to convince Cuddy, but keeps getting distracted by House, who’s leaning against the wall.
"Cuddy, would you excuse me just a few minutes?"
Yells at House to go away, quit ruining his chances. "I told you only two things work for me: you and my job. You’re gone, don’t take away my job too."
"You’re not ready to go back to work. Look at yourself objectively. You’re on the verge of tears, just because I’m here."
"Because you won’t leave me alone! Leave me alone, please, and let me mourn you."
"I’m real, Wilson; I’m here; I’m alive. Ask Cuddy – she’ll tell you."
"Fine. Wait here."
Wilson goes out – House can see him through a window in the door. Then Cuddy leaves and Wilson comes back in the room.
CUT SCENE #2 FROM "COMMITMENT" (when it was still hooked to "Snowglobe")
House decided to ignore it. The fiction was serving its purpose. “Are you going to ask me if I’m in love with you?”
“No,” Wilson said firmly. “It won’t change how I feel, so why bother?”
“It might change what we do from now on.”
“Are you coming on to me? In a psych ward? Tell the truth; it’s the robe that does it, isn’t it?” Wilson was looking smug, and House was seized with a sudden urge to kiss that smirk right off his face.
So he did.
After a brief tussle, House was flat on his back on the bed, his jeans and boxers yanked down to mid-thigh. Wilson had his hands in decidedly private places, and if that heat didn’t convince Wilson that House was real, nothing would.
CUT SCENE FROM UNFINISHED MIDQUEL TO MY FATHERS' SON. SET WHEN JACK IS YOUNG. AFTER "Having an Issue" BUT BEFORE "Senseless."
James Wilson slides into the sheets. They're crisp and cool and the pillow is a cradle for his head. He's too tired to think in anything but cliches, and all he wants is to sleep.
Until House slides his hand onto Wilson's stomach, a firm, slow rub; inquiring, not demanding. Of course, sometimes demanding is sexy too, but the inquiry gets to Wilson every time. The acknowledgment that maybe House doesn't know everything, maybe Wilson might be in a different mood. It's too hot, too romantic to ignore, and Wilson's going to give it up, just like every other time.
He's not above a little teasing, though, so he lets out a soft snore.
House rolls in closer, his hand slips to Wilson's side, and his arm tightens. "No one falls asleep that fast."
Wilson opens one eye and raises an eyebrow. "For a while, I did."
"OK, no one except parents of newborns," House admits.
"Don't you mean parent, singular? I seem to recall you getting plenty of sleep."
"I have special needs; accommodations must be made. And after the first two weeks, don't forget, I took over the 1 am feeding." House moves in even closer, kissing Wilson's shoulder as a prelude to making his way slowly up to Wilson's ear. The familiarity doesn't make it any less pleasurable.
Bringing his hand up to stroke House's shoulder, Wilson hums briefly and closes his eyes again. "It was two weeks, three days. You impressed that point on me repeatedly."
"After almost two years averaging twice a day, two weeks and three days without any seemed like an eternity." House's sentence is spaced out between kisses but Wilson's heard this refrain before; he'd know it at any tempo. "If I'd known six straight hours of sleep was all you needed, I'd have taken the 1 am sooner."
House's breath is warm in Wilson's ear and his tongue is doing magical things. Wilson can't find it in himself to give his standard, slightly bitchy reply, so he defaults into cliche. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
House pulls back and stares down at Wilson incredulously. "It wasn't my heart that was having the problem."
"Do you want to talk, or do you want to have sex?" Wilson regrets the words the second they're out of his mouth. That particular question has never been an either/or in House's book, and he hates hearing obvious statements.
They start having intercourse; Wilson tops.
House starts to moan, faint at first, Wilson can’t hear what he’s saying.
"Stacy"
"Stacy"
Wilson is getting anxious.
"Oh, Stacy, your dick is so big. So much bigger than Wilson’s. Mmm, Stacy you know just how to fuck me."
Now Wilson is pissed. He stops, pulls out.
"This is a joke to you?"
"Stacy having a penis? Yes, that’s a joke. Get back here."
"No."
Wilson throws a hissy over Stacy, lets every jealous thing he’s ever felt come pouring out. House puts up with it with little talkback (for him); then Wilson starts to leave the room.
House: "What are you doing?"
"Following that old piece of advice that couples should never to go to sleep angry."
"I'm not angry."
"But I am."
Now House starts to get pissed that Wilson can't calm down, that Wilson doesn't appreciate what House puts into the relationship.
"I jacked in a cup for you. Huh, that's funny, jacked. Jacked. Anyway:
- 13 hours discussing baby names - yes, I counted
- 4 days painting that goddamn room because you couldn't decide between Crystal Ice and Arctic Sea
- 5 trips to Baby World because internet shopping was not good enough for you
- Plus, I used up all the luck I was ever going to get in my entire life, finding and knocking up an intelligent, funny Jewish surrogate who even looks like you, within two months. Two months. Never happens. So now I have no more luck for the rest of my life and will have to be constantly on alert.
"If you can't see any of those as proof of my commitment to you, then the least you can let me do is suck your goddamn penis."
Wilson: "You did those things for Jack."
"I did those things for you. Jack wasn’t alive; he wasn’t even real to me."
"You’re saying you don’t love Jack?"
"From the day Jack was born, I have loved him more than any person on the planet. I’d do anything for him now. But before he was born, all those things to get ready, I was doing them for you."
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