Fic : Thirty Days of Solitary 15/30
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menolly_auTitle: Thirty Days of Solitary 15/30
Characters: House with small bits of various others
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For everything up to and including Twenty Vicodins
Summary: House was sentenced to thirty days of solitary confinement for his actions in Twenty Vicodins. This is the story of his time in solitary, and what was happening back at PPTH while he was there. Story will mainly focus on House, but there are segments featuring the rest of the cast. Starts just before the end of Twenty Vicodins.
A/N : Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damigella_314. Without her constant help and encouragement this story would be called 'Five Days of Solitary'.
Click for previous part
Day 15 Friday 21st October 2011
It's the fifteenth day he has been in solitary. This is his third Friday here.
If they're keeping him in solitary for thirty days (and Adams shouted out something about a month in solitary so, maybe) then he's halfway through. He doesn't want to spend another fifteen days in this cell.
He knows that many people do years in solitary, if not their whole sentence. When he was in gen pop he heard other prisoners talk about it, about their cell mates who were taken away and have never come back. He’s seen it himself, the prison administration has the power to segregate anyone they want, for any reason they want. Mostly they say it’s to break up the gangs, but nobody ever did anything about Mendelson and his cronies.
The other use of solitary was for punishment, for breaking the rules. Rollo and Stomper must be locked up in these cells somewhere. He’d manipulated them into fighting each other and gotten them hauled off to solitary. He guesses, now that he knows what it’s like in here, he should be sorry about that. He’s not.
The standard sentence is thirty, that’s what he’s heard people say, ‘you’ll do thirty’, that’s what Adams had said. He’s just doing the thirty; they won’t keep him here for the rest of his sentence. He’s not part of a gang, although he was under the ‘protection’ of the New Confederates, for as long as he coughed up the Vicodin every day.
He's smart, and he's used to being alone, this shouldn't be so hard. He should be able to do this easily. He should like this better than being out there in gen pop, sharing a cell for fourteen hours a day with a psychotic roomie. Except that psychotic roomie had smashed a trash can over the head of the guy who was going to kill him, and had then gone after Mendelson, one of the most powerful guys in the jail.
He wonders what happened to Asofa, and whether he was still in this prison. Depending on how badly Mendelson was hurt he was probably facing additional charges, and if House got eight months for disobeying 'direct orders' and possessing Vicodin Asofa would surely get a lot more for nearly killing a guy. Asofa was on long time anyway, life, maybe. House hadn't asked and Asofa had barely said more than two words to him the whole time they shared a cell. He’d saved House’s life, House still didn’t know why.
He misses playing chess with Frankie, the man wasn't that much of a challenge but it had been something to do, something to keep his mind active, and Frankie had steered him through his first rocky days in prison, while he got used to the system.
Frankie would be disappointed in him; that he'd ended up here instead of following his advice and getting out on Friday. House had wanted to do that, to keep his head down and keep out of trouble, but the damn medical puzzle had cropped up and like the addict he was he couldn't avoid it. He'd risked everything, even his miserable life to solve that puzzle. He’d told himself that he wasn't ever going to do any medicine again, that he was done with the puzzles, but he hadn’t been able to resist.
He wonders what will happen when he gets out of solitary, if he gets out of solitary. Some low life, will have stolen all his stuff, and House will have to start all over again. He’ll have a new cell, a new roomie, and whatever is left of the New Confederates will be out for his ass. He might even have to go into protective custody if things are too hot for him out there. That won’t be much better than solitary.
Yeah, he should be glad of his cushy little stay here. No-one can get to him, he is safe from all that. He gets his pills delivered, all his pills, and his food chucked through his door three times a day, and all he has to do is sit in this little cell and stare at the walls.
He spends all day half hoping, against all odds, that maybe his solitary stay will only be fifteen days. Maybe he’ll get out early. It’s the longest day he’s had in here so far and when the lights go down in the evening he rolls over and puts a pencil mark on the piece of wall that is serving as his calendar.
Fifteen days done.
Foreman knows he has to tread carefully in trying to get House out of jail, and released into his custody. First there's the legal side of it, he's not even totally sure that such a thing is possible. If House had managed to get his parole it would have been easy, Foreman would have contacted his parole officer and promised House a job. House would have had to behave himself to keep the job, because not having a job while you were on parole was a ticket straight back to jail.
Now House is facing a minimum of the four months he has left on his original sentence, plus any additional sentence applied by the court if he is convicted of further charges. Getting him out early isn’t going to be easy.
An equally large problem is the Board. House hadn't exactly made many friends on the Board, and although some of the members realise that he was a drawcard for the hospital an equal number despise him for his lack of professionalism and his less than endearing personal traits. Then there was the whole domestic violence thing to contend with, and the fact that it was aimed at Cuddy – who hadn't been universally admired but had been generally respected. Bringing House back to the hospital would be a huge risk for Foreman – if it failed, or backfired in any way, Foreman would be in the firing line. But if he didn't bring him back, and the hospital slipped further down the rankings, he'd also be on shaky ground. His time with House had taught him one thing at least, sometimes you just have to roll the dice and gamble. He’d rather gamble on House.
Another problem niggling at him is Wilson. Wilson should be his biggest ally in this, he's always had House's back, he’s always been the one smoothing things over for him. But Wilson seems to have decided that enough is enough, and any attempt to talk to him about House leads to a polite brick wall. Foreman can't really blame him, it can't have been easy to be House's whipping boy for twenty years, but now isn't when he needs Wilson to grow a backbone. He needs Wilson supporting him in this; Wilson is well liked around the hospital, and is the only person who can influence House. He's been called House's conscience, (amongst other, less flattering things) and Foreman knows he will need him. House without Wilson is like a rudderless ship, a disaster waiting to happen.
He picks up the fairly large 'House' file and dials a number on his phone. One problem at a time, talk to the lawyer first and see if it's possible.
Characters: House with small bits of various others
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For everything up to and including Twenty Vicodins
Summary: House was sentenced to thirty days of solitary confinement for his actions in Twenty Vicodins. This is the story of his time in solitary, and what was happening back at PPTH while he was there. Story will mainly focus on House, but there are segments featuring the rest of the cast. Starts just before the end of Twenty Vicodins.
A/N : Many, many thanks to
damigella_314. Without her constant help and encouragement this story would be called 'Five Days of Solitary'. Click for previous part
Day 15 Friday 21st October 2011
It's the fifteenth day he has been in solitary. This is his third Friday here.
If they're keeping him in solitary for thirty days (and Adams shouted out something about a month in solitary so, maybe) then he's halfway through. He doesn't want to spend another fifteen days in this cell.
He knows that many people do years in solitary, if not their whole sentence. When he was in gen pop he heard other prisoners talk about it, about their cell mates who were taken away and have never come back. He’s seen it himself, the prison administration has the power to segregate anyone they want, for any reason they want. Mostly they say it’s to break up the gangs, but nobody ever did anything about Mendelson and his cronies.
The other use of solitary was for punishment, for breaking the rules. Rollo and Stomper must be locked up in these cells somewhere. He’d manipulated them into fighting each other and gotten them hauled off to solitary. He guesses, now that he knows what it’s like in here, he should be sorry about that. He’s not.
The standard sentence is thirty, that’s what he’s heard people say, ‘you’ll do thirty’, that’s what Adams had said. He’s just doing the thirty; they won’t keep him here for the rest of his sentence. He’s not part of a gang, although he was under the ‘protection’ of the New Confederates, for as long as he coughed up the Vicodin every day.
He's smart, and he's used to being alone, this shouldn't be so hard. He should be able to do this easily. He should like this better than being out there in gen pop, sharing a cell for fourteen hours a day with a psychotic roomie. Except that psychotic roomie had smashed a trash can over the head of the guy who was going to kill him, and had then gone after Mendelson, one of the most powerful guys in the jail.
He wonders what happened to Asofa, and whether he was still in this prison. Depending on how badly Mendelson was hurt he was probably facing additional charges, and if House got eight months for disobeying 'direct orders' and possessing Vicodin Asofa would surely get a lot more for nearly killing a guy. Asofa was on long time anyway, life, maybe. House hadn't asked and Asofa had barely said more than two words to him the whole time they shared a cell. He’d saved House’s life, House still didn’t know why.
He misses playing chess with Frankie, the man wasn't that much of a challenge but it had been something to do, something to keep his mind active, and Frankie had steered him through his first rocky days in prison, while he got used to the system.
Frankie would be disappointed in him; that he'd ended up here instead of following his advice and getting out on Friday. House had wanted to do that, to keep his head down and keep out of trouble, but the damn medical puzzle had cropped up and like the addict he was he couldn't avoid it. He'd risked everything, even his miserable life to solve that puzzle. He’d told himself that he wasn't ever going to do any medicine again, that he was done with the puzzles, but he hadn’t been able to resist.
He wonders what will happen when he gets out of solitary, if he gets out of solitary. Some low life, will have stolen all his stuff, and House will have to start all over again. He’ll have a new cell, a new roomie, and whatever is left of the New Confederates will be out for his ass. He might even have to go into protective custody if things are too hot for him out there. That won’t be much better than solitary.
Yeah, he should be glad of his cushy little stay here. No-one can get to him, he is safe from all that. He gets his pills delivered, all his pills, and his food chucked through his door three times a day, and all he has to do is sit in this little cell and stare at the walls.
He spends all day half hoping, against all odds, that maybe his solitary stay will only be fifteen days. Maybe he’ll get out early. It’s the longest day he’s had in here so far and when the lights go down in the evening he rolls over and puts a pencil mark on the piece of wall that is serving as his calendar.
Fifteen days done.
Foreman knows he has to tread carefully in trying to get House out of jail, and released into his custody. First there's the legal side of it, he's not even totally sure that such a thing is possible. If House had managed to get his parole it would have been easy, Foreman would have contacted his parole officer and promised House a job. House would have had to behave himself to keep the job, because not having a job while you were on parole was a ticket straight back to jail.
Now House is facing a minimum of the four months he has left on his original sentence, plus any additional sentence applied by the court if he is convicted of further charges. Getting him out early isn’t going to be easy.
An equally large problem is the Board. House hadn't exactly made many friends on the Board, and although some of the members realise that he was a drawcard for the hospital an equal number despise him for his lack of professionalism and his less than endearing personal traits. Then there was the whole domestic violence thing to contend with, and the fact that it was aimed at Cuddy – who hadn't been universally admired but had been generally respected. Bringing House back to the hospital would be a huge risk for Foreman – if it failed, or backfired in any way, Foreman would be in the firing line. But if he didn't bring him back, and the hospital slipped further down the rankings, he'd also be on shaky ground. His time with House had taught him one thing at least, sometimes you just have to roll the dice and gamble. He’d rather gamble on House.
Another problem niggling at him is Wilson. Wilson should be his biggest ally in this, he's always had House's back, he’s always been the one smoothing things over for him. But Wilson seems to have decided that enough is enough, and any attempt to talk to him about House leads to a polite brick wall. Foreman can't really blame him, it can't have been easy to be House's whipping boy for twenty years, but now isn't when he needs Wilson to grow a backbone. He needs Wilson supporting him in this; Wilson is well liked around the hospital, and is the only person who can influence House. He's been called House's conscience, (amongst other, less flattering things) and Foreman knows he will need him. House without Wilson is like a rudderless ship, a disaster waiting to happen.
He picks up the fairly large 'House' file and dials a number on his phone. One problem at a time, talk to the lawyer first and see if it's possible.
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Date: 2012-07-11 12:03 pm (UTC)I also like your portrayal of House, telling himself solitary should be easy for him, and wishing it was over at the same time.
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Date: 2012-07-12 10:29 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting :)