My Fic World

Saying Hello

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 02:48:42 GMT

Title: Saying Hello
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Warnings: Um...none I can think of.
A/N: Letr me know what you think.

Thanks goes to mercilynn for being my beta.

“You have to talk to me sometime.” Jack said to his companion. Silence. The Captain fought the urge to roll his eyes. Looked like he was going to have to turn up the old charm.

“Look, I said I was sorry. You can’t stay quiet forever.”

His companion sent him a glare which clearly said ‘Probably not, but I’m willing to test the theory.’

Jack sighed. “I really am sorry. How was I supposed to know what ‘hello’ translated to in their language?”

“Oh, don’t you pull that, Jack Harkness. What did I say before we left the TARDIS? I specifically told you not to say hello.”

Having said his piece, the Doctor returned to his stony silence.

‘Well, at least he said something to me’ Jack thought. A few moments of silence passed between the two.

“In my defense, you always say that and I just thought you were jealous.”

“Well, it’s thanks to your lack of ability not to flirt we’re in this situation.”

The ‘situation’ being both Jack and the Doctor being stripped of weapons, including a beloved sonic screwdriver that the Doctor unsuccessfully tried to convince their captors wasn’t a weapon, and tossed into a holding cell awaiting trail.

“It could be worse, you know.” Jack stated.

The Doctor simply raised an eyebrow.

“At least we’re together. They could have separated us and denied me your beautiful company.” Jack smiled charmingly.

The Doctor failed to hide the small smile which came from his friend’s words. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Captain.”

The tension in the cell seemed to soften slightly.

“Well, I suppose since it’s over and done with, and because you can’t really help your flirting nature, we should focus on getting out of here.”

A beat of silence. “Hey Doc, you think if we start making out, our guard will become so distracted we could escape?”

A low groan and an eye roll was his only response.

Time

Sat, 24 May 2008 13:36:51 GMT

Title: Time
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Summary: A quiet moment between Donna and the Doctor set after 'The Doctor's Daughter'
Warnings: While this contains no real spoilers for 'The Doctor's Daughter', you need to have seen to episode to understand what's going on
A/N: Thanks goes to the ficfinishing community and especially Mercilynn, who acted as First Reader and beta. This is my first attempt at Doctor Who. I hope you enjoy it.

Donna sighed quietly as she watched the Doctor stare off into space. Ever since they had left Messalin and Jenny behind, she had often caught the Doctor this way. She knew he was hurting very deeply over the loss of his daughter. Not that he would ever admit just how much. Apparently, Time Lords don’t do emotions. Well, she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

She walked into the command center of the TARDIS, causing the Doctor to look at her. All at once, his whole attitude changed and he flashed her one of his slightly manic smiles.

“So Donna, where to? The past? The future? Oh, I know. There is this wonderful little planet that makes the best…”

“Surprise me.”

He gave her another grin beginning his familiar dance around the TARDIS console. She watched him for a moment.

“It’s okay to be sad, you know” she told him quietly, knowing he would hear her.

“I’m fine” he said, unconvincingly. He continued to go around, flipping switches and refusing to look at her.

Stepping beside him, Donna gently reached over and turned his head to face her. She waited until his eyes met her. Then she spoke gently but firmly as if she were talking to a child, “It’s okay to miss her.”

The Doctor continued to look at her, trying to determine if she was serious.

“What? You think the whole universe will explode if you allow yourself a moment to grieve? God, you’re full of yourself. Though I don’t know why I’m surprised. You are a male.”

“Oi!” The Doctor exclaimed. “If I had said something about women, I would have been slapped.”

“I could slap you right now if you want, sunshine” she said before smiling to let him know she was just teasing.

He smiled weakly back at her. “It’s just…” he started.

Donna realized she would have to wait him out. If she interrupted now, she would lose this opportunity.

“When I realized that Jenny was going to be traveling with me, a part of me started thinking about all the places and things I wanted to show her. There are so many things in the universe to see. I wanted to show her want makes it beautiful.”

When the Doctor looked at Donna this time, there were tears in his eyes. His deep brown orbs were pleading with her to take the pain away.

For a moment, she panicked. How could she help him? She had never lost a child and therefore had no idea what kind of pain he was in. What could she possibly say? However, this was her friend.

Reaching over, she gently took one of his hands in hers. “I know I’m not the one you imagined taking to all those places. But if it’s okay with you, I would be honored to visit them with you.”

A gentle squeeze was her only answer. ‘Time heals all wounds.’ Until then, and long after, he wouldn’t be alone.

First House Story

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 14:39:31 GMT

Title: What He Needs
Forum: House, MD
Summary: Wilson has the infarction instead of House.
Notes: Written for Wilson_Fest

The point when Dr. Wilson’s world changed forever happened during clinic duty. As he was getting ready to grab another chart from the nurse, intense pain shot through his leg. After the nurse called for help, blessed morphine was delivered and tests were ordered.

Nothing was found to be wrong. The look on Dr. Wilkes, an older gentleman, talked to him like he was a small child. ‘You enjoy running with Dr. House?’ That little fact earned him another patronizing look. ‘You’re an oncology doctor?’ ‘It states here that you recently turned 30?’ After all these questions were asked and answered, Dr. Wilkes took a fatherly air. Then he proceeded to lecture Wilson about his stress level, stretching before running, and no longer being a ‘young buck’. The condescending prescription of ‘bed rest’ hurt. Yet, rest did sound good. Over the next two days, the pain grew and grew. But what could he do? The hospital would believe he was just overreacting. House was at a conference for another couple of days. Vicky was visiting her family and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. Finally the pain was too much; he had to call an ambulance. After even more tests, a diagnosis came one that brought fear and anger in its wake.

Infarction. Muscle death. Surgery. Amputation. No, they can’t, they won’t not now, not ever. Pleas from Vicky and Cuddy were ignored. The line was drawn and there was no crossing it. Death would be better than no leg. In the end, a coma was the best way to deal with the pain. The world would be a completely different place upon waking.

This new world is where James Wilson found himself. While in his coma, Vicky had authorized a surgery. Not the one to amputate. No, this one went in and removed his thigh muscle, only 25%. “Only” was the word Lisa had used, like that was supposed to make it better somehow. Well, it didn’t. This surgery was just another form of amputation. His leg was still there but it was nothing more than dead weight. At first his situation didn’t seem so bad. This was just another challenge to overcome.

However, as his family filed in to visit, he felt a huge weight fall in his shoulders. The pity and sadness on their eyes was only part of it. The real heartbreaking moment came when his mother started talking about him moving back home to rest and let them take care of him.

“Jamie, you need to come home with us.” She said, sitting in a chair next to the bed.

“Mama, I can’t.”

She said nothing instead getting up and sitting beside him on the bed. Reaching up, she gently brushed his hair away from his forehead. Sighing, he let his eyes close. Speaking softly like she used to when he was a little boy, she tried again.

“James, you have a lot of physical therapy ahead of you. Let us help you get back on your feet.”

Just like always, he was going to agree but then he opened his eyes. His mother wasn’t looking at him, at least not his face. She was staring at his damaged leg. His father and brother weren’t looking at him at all. They sat in chairs along the wall, trying their best to look anywhere but him. That’s when he realized how they and the rest of the world would see him, as a cripple, someone who couldn’t take care of himself. This information had always been there, silently mocking him. He had just pretended not to see it, hoping like a child that if he ignored it long enough, it would go away.

He hated his family for making him face it. In an uncharacteristic display, he screamed at them to go away.

“Get out!”

At first, they stayed trying to comfort him.

“Jamie…” His mother started.

“No!” He yelled. “Leave me alone. I don’t want you here.”

He continued to scream until they left one by one. The silence that followed was heavy.

Wilson just continued to lie there, thinking about all the things he couldn’t do. He would never run with House again or play a sport or ice skate with his wife like they had done last winter on a trip to New York. He couldn’t go on those hiking trips he and his brother liked to take. He couldn’t dance with Vicky. The list went on forever. All he had to look forward to was a limp, lifetime of pain, and pitying looks which would follow him for the rest of his days.

Suddenly, he felt an aching need to have House with him. Greg wouldn’t pity him. He would tell Wilson to quit being a baby. Yes, with House, he could make it through this.

“We could rule the world.” Isn’t that what House always told him? Yet as soon as the hope came to him, it was deflated. No, his friend wouldn’t stay with him. The man would have no use for Wilson. He was always moving pacing in his office, running to clear his thoughts, playing sports. If he couldn’t physically move, then his hands would. House just didn’t know how to be still, and Wilson wouldn’t be able to keep up anymore. Even before the infarction, there were days when he had trouble keeping up. How could he do that with a cane?

His best friend would leave him behind. The mere thought caused a stabbing pain deep in his soul. He had already been left behind be one brother; he couldn’t bear for it to happen again. He had never said that word out loud to House although he had thought it many times. Does House even know what happened? Does he care? Would he think Wilson was stupid for allowing the clot to come to this? Would he leave? Or worse stay out of a sense of pity? No, he hated pity in all forms so he wouldn’t do that to Wilson.

So he’ll just leave, moving on with his life while Wilson would be forced to stay the same. The direction of his thoughts surprised the injured man. He usually wasn’t this morbid or depressed. That was House’s department. He, on the other hand, was the “look-on-the-bright-side” type of guy. However, he also found that he didn’t really care about how morbid he was being. At some point during their lives, everyone had the right to be angry or depressed. Damn it, this was his. He was pulled from his thoughts by the entrance of Vicky. She was giving him a look of appraisal.

“How are you?” she asked. Forcing a smile, he answered.

“Oh, I think I feel like dancing.” He saw her flinch slightly. Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. He also knew exactly what she was thinking. ‘He’s been spending too much time with Greg.’ Maybe he was or maybe he was tired of pretending to be the sweet, caring wimp everyone thought he was. He had seen the looks on their stupid faces. The one that said, ‘Poor Dr. Wilson is too much of a wimp to stand up to Dr. House. Poor bastard.’ Well screw them and screw Vicky for doing this to him. He then saw her close her eyes as if she was gathering her strength and patience. This served to piss him off even more. What did she need that for?

“I meant…”

“I know what you meant.” He snapped, cutting her off. “What do you want me to say? That I’m ok with being put in a coma and had 25% of my thigh muscle removed without my consent? That I don’t wish I had just died instead? Or maybe you want me to say that it hurts so bad, I want to scream but I can’t because I’m too tired? What do you want me to say?!” he demanded, knowing his words cut deep. However, right now, he could care less.

He let out a tired sigh. “Have you called House?”

He saw her eyes narrow. Vicky and House had never gotten along; each simply tolerated the other. However, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“No. Why would I?”

“Because he’s my friend and I want him here.”

“James, we need to talk about this, and I don’t think having that man here will help anything.” She calmly stated, like she doing nothing more than commenting on the weather.

“What do you want to talk about? How you want against my wishes and gave me a surgery I didn’t want?” Once again, he saw her flinch.

“I just wanted…” She started but he interrupted her again.

“You know what I want? I want to go running with House. I want to dance with my wife. But I’ll never get to do those things again. However, I can get one thing I want. I want you to get out of my room now!” He looked her directly in the eyes, not backing down. He even ignored the tears; House would be proud. Vicky, with regret and pain clearly visible, left without another word.

Wilson continued to lay there consciously not thinking about anything. He didn’t even glance at the nurse, Jill, when she came in and shot morphine into his IV. After a time, he must have fallen into a doze because he was awoken by the voices outside his room. He couldn’t understand it all but he heard the words “angry” “fighting” “surgery” and “not letting anyone in.” He knew they were talking about him. Apparently, they were going to send someone in to try and talk to him again. Steeling himself as the glass door slid open, he was about to snap at whoever it was when he heard the one voice he had been waiting for.

“Jimmy.” So much was put into that one word.

“Greg.” He breathed, happy beyond words to see the other man. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder. Would everything stay the same or be changed forever? House opened his mouth, and…

“I leave you alone for a week and look what you do to yourself. I restate my theory that you need a keeper. I hear Debbie in accounting would love the job. No, wait. You’re married. Sorry, Jimmy, no hot blondes for you. Just your wife.” House said with that grin Wilson loved so much. Silence followed, both inside and outside the room. Everyone was waiting to see what he would do.

“Yeah, sucks to be me” he replied, hitting the ball back to House who didn’t miss a beat.

“Well, cheer up. There are people who have it worse, like that bat-faced idiot in…”

Wilson just sat, listening to his friend ramble on about all the idiots in the world. He could feel the anger and resentment flow into his room from his family in the hallway. He ignored them. This is what he needed – someone who didn’t treat him like he was damaged, different. Everyone else he would deal with later. Finally, he got the one thing he wanted, the one thing he needed.