I miss you, Nightdog
Sep. 3rd, 2019 07:34 pmMr. Laundry had some words of solace today, as I was down about ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nightdog_barks' death.
"At least you knew her, and she was wonderful, and your life is better for it."
I wrote a fictionalized version of Nightdog twice. The first was in an MST where "Daydog" and "HireHelpSheep" enjoyed their talents in torturing Wilson and House, respectively.
The second is being presented here in a post for the first time, although Nightdog did see it in a comment and liked it. There was a "People House Meets in Mayfield" fic I never fully wrote that had a marvelous, intelligent, kind woman in it named Spatzie (another word for house sparrow).
House's "tour guide" led him to a quiet corner of the library, one of only a few carpeted rooms in the whole loony bin. "Hey, Spatzie," she called to the woman sitting in the largest of three wing-backed armchairs.
The woman looked up and smiled softly. "Oh, hi, Lilah."
"What's the latest?" Tour Guide leaned against a second chair. Obviously this wouldn't be a long stop, then.
"Lye."
"Hm." Tour Guide pondered a moment and then asked, "Soap-making accident?"
"Curing of lutefisk."
"Lutefisk? Really?"
"Seamus has always liked Nordic food." The woman's eyes went distant and she reclined back into the chair as if settling into a hole in a tree.
Tour Guide didn't seem in the least put out by the dismissal and led House away. "Seamus is her dearly loved brother," she said as they walked out the doorway. "Whom she can't stop having a creative variety of violent fantasies about."
"That he attacks her?"
"That he gets attacked, tortured, and sometimes killed."
"By her?"
"By strangers, mostly. Sometimes a friend of his. Never by her directly, but... Imagining those things make her cheerful."
House blinked. "Why isn't she in prison?"
"Why would she be? She's never hurt him, or anyone else, never so much as raised her voice to Seamus."
"But she's here because they're afraid she will."
Tour Guide sighed. "She's here because he's in hospice, less than a month to live, and no one has any idea what will happen to her then."
nightdog_barks' death."At least you knew her, and she was wonderful, and your life is better for it."
I wrote a fictionalized version of Nightdog twice. The first was in an MST where "Daydog" and "HireHelpSheep" enjoyed their talents in torturing Wilson and House, respectively.
The second is being presented here in a post for the first time, although Nightdog did see it in a comment and liked it. There was a "People House Meets in Mayfield" fic I never fully wrote that had a marvelous, intelligent, kind woman in it named Spatzie (another word for house sparrow).
House's "tour guide" led him to a quiet corner of the library, one of only a few carpeted rooms in the whole loony bin. "Hey, Spatzie," she called to the woman sitting in the largest of three wing-backed armchairs.
The woman looked up and smiled softly. "Oh, hi, Lilah."
"What's the latest?" Tour Guide leaned against a second chair. Obviously this wouldn't be a long stop, then.
"Lye."
"Hm." Tour Guide pondered a moment and then asked, "Soap-making accident?"
"Curing of lutefisk."
"Lutefisk? Really?"
"Seamus has always liked Nordic food." The woman's eyes went distant and she reclined back into the chair as if settling into a hole in a tree.
Tour Guide didn't seem in the least put out by the dismissal and led House away. "Seamus is her dearly loved brother," she said as they walked out the doorway. "Whom she can't stop having a creative variety of violent fantasies about."
"That he attacks her?"
"That he gets attacked, tortured, and sometimes killed."
"By her?"
"By strangers, mostly. Sometimes a friend of his. Never by her directly, but... Imagining those things make her cheerful."
House blinked. "Why isn't she in prison?"
"Why would she be? She's never hurt him, or anyone else, never so much as raised her voice to Seamus."
"But she's here because they're afraid she will."
Tour Guide sighed. "She's here because he's in hospice, less than a month to live, and no one has any idea what will happen to her then."