Double Drabble : Dinner, Later
Feb. 19th, 2012 09:34 pmTitle: Dinner, Later
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For 8.01 and 8.02
Words: Double drabble - 200
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: After the events of 8.02 - Transplant Wilson picks up dinner. House enjoys it. Written for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge - Gluttony
Wilson picks up their dinner. There's not just steak, but two types of vegetables, a mound of roast potatoes, and a sauce to pour over it all. House devours it greedily. He barely pauses for breath as he shovels it in, enjoying both food and company.
"Didn't they feed you in prison?" Wilson jokes, his tone light but his eyes serious as he stares at House, his own dinner barely touched.
House stops mopping up sauce dregs with his bread roll. He thinks about barely edible food, prepared by other prisoners, of having to eat with one eye on everyone else, the other eye on his food, of a can of tuna being considered a luxury, bought with his meagre janitor's wage. He can't tell Wilson any of that, he doesn't want to bring that world here. Their renewed friendship is fragile, House can't trust it. He looks down at his empty plate, the silence suddenly heavy.
When he looks up Wilson pushes his plate towards him, offering his potatoes and carrots up for sacrifice. House helps himself to a forkful, feeling a warmth inside that has nothing to do with the good food.
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For 8.01 and 8.02
Words: Double drabble - 200
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: After the events of 8.02 - Transplant Wilson picks up dinner. House enjoys it. Written for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge - Gluttony
Wilson picks up their dinner. There's not just steak, but two types of vegetables, a mound of roast potatoes, and a sauce to pour over it all. House devours it greedily. He barely pauses for breath as he shovels it in, enjoying both food and company.
"Didn't they feed you in prison?" Wilson jokes, his tone light but his eyes serious as he stares at House, his own dinner barely touched.
House stops mopping up sauce dregs with his bread roll. He thinks about barely edible food, prepared by other prisoners, of having to eat with one eye on everyone else, the other eye on his food, of a can of tuna being considered a luxury, bought with his meagre janitor's wage. He can't tell Wilson any of that, he doesn't want to bring that world here. Their renewed friendship is fragile, House can't trust it. He looks down at his empty plate, the silence suddenly heavy.
When he looks up Wilson pushes his plate towards him, offering his potatoes and carrots up for sacrifice. House helps himself to a forkful, feeling a warmth inside that has nothing to do with the good food.
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Date: 2012-02-19 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-19 11:07 am (UTC)Definitely a missing scene. Extra heartbreak point for the mentioned foods all being quite normal, everyday stuff.
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Date: 2012-02-19 11:23 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:14 am (UTC)Wow, angsty... I like post-prison fics though, there's so much to explore.
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:17 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting :)
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