Fic : Thirty Days of Solitary 28/30
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menolly_auTitle: Thirty Days of Solitary 28/30
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 28 Thursday 3rd November 2011
He tosses the book he's reading aside with a grunt. It's his second time through the pulp thriller and along with every cliché in literary history the author had decided to add in some heavy sex scenes in between improbable action sequences.
The book doesn't interest him much but the porn is somewhat hot. His hand strays down under the waist band of his shorts and he cradles himself. There's not much response from little Greg yet, but he has all day - one advantage of being in this place is that there's not much else to do and very few demands on his time. It's not a shower day and he's already gone for his daily exercise, so short of the place burning down (he can only hope) or some other catastrophe there is nothing he needs to do, and no interruption until well into tomorrow. He has privacy to do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve harm to anyone else. Getting off sounds more entertaining than continuing to read at the moment. He already knows that the good guys are going to win.
He replays the scene in the book he's just read in his head. It's pretty generic, guy on girl action, and he doesn't even try and think up any specific girl for the starring role. His hand works away but there's still not much of a reaction, it's just not happening. He thinks about giving it away, he is only doing it because he is bored out of his skull anyway, and his interest is mild at best, but he decides to persevere.
The generic girl isn’t working for him so again he rifles through mental images of the hookers he's been with since the breakup with Cuddy, thinks about Dominika, (and briefly wonders what she thinks of her disappearing ‘husband’). In the end he settles on Emily, one of his regulars, and a lady he’d been ‘seeing’ when he thought he’d solved his leg problem by regenerating his thigh muscle with the experimental medicine. He shudders as he thinks of the outcome to that little venture, he’s not going to forget trying to operate on his own leg any time soon.
Thinking about that isn’t going to help today’s project so he forgets about the medicine, and the tumours, and the goddamn pain and concentrates on remembering Emily. She'd been good, and she’s never failed him, she’ll be able to help him along.
A few minutes later he takes his hand away. Nothing is happening for him and there’s only so long he can lie around with his hand on his dick if it doesn’t want to take part. Not being able to do it isn’t new to him, the Vicodin has often dulled his sex drive, and sometimes he’s had to resort to the little blue pills for a bit of help. He’s pretty sure that Sykes isn’t going to be handing those out to him so it looks like that bit of entertainment is off the table for today.
He gets up and goes to the sink in the corner and washes his hands with the thin sliver of soap he has left until his supplies are replenished. He looks up at himself in the square of aluminium on the wall and thinks again that he's looking old and worn out, as if this place has sucked the last remaining vestiges of life out of him. His hair is long, his scruff more like a beard now, he hadn’t bothered to shave the last time the razor was offered, maybe he will next time.
He wonders what Cuddy would think if she saw him like this. She’d probably think that he deserves every damn thing that has happened to him. Sometimes he dreams about her and about what he would say to her if they were to meet again. Sometimes he dreams that she comes and visits him here in prison, if only to spit in his face.
He turns away from his reflection, and his thoughts about Cuddy – neither of them are going to do him much good. He goes back to his bunk, dropping himself on it with a sigh and picking up the dog-eared book again. He skips the sex scene this time, and reads the next chapter instead.
Wilson is working in his office with the door open when he hears a noise from the conference room next door. It’s an annoying whine, just loud enough to be a distraction. He gets up and goes out into the corridor to have a look.
The conference room had been used by a variety of groups to have meetings in, ever since diagnostics had been disbanded. Now it seems that orthopaedics has set up shop there. It seems a strange place to have a procedures room but Wilson knows that, with one of the wings of the hospital undergoing major renovation, space is at a premium.
There is a doctor, his mind searches for the name and eventually supplies one, Morgan – a Doctor Morgan using a plaster saw to get a cast off a patient’s leg. That is the source of the annoying whine. Wilson sighs, it’s not great, the noise really is very annoying, but he supposes they need this room.
He looks at the office next door, House’s old office, and smiles when he thinks of how House would have reacted to having this sort of noise in the office next to him. He certainly wouldn’t have shrugged his shoulders and let it be. There would have been all out war, with Wilson playing peacemaker.
House’s old office has also fallen prey to Orthopaedics encroachment. House’s name had long ago been scraped off the door but now Orthopaedics had their name on it, and it was filled with office equipment. Clearly Foreman didn’t intend for House to have his office and conference room back, if Foreman did manage to get him released. Wilson wondered where he intends to put him, knowing Foreman it will be a tiny office in the backwaters of the hospital, to put House in his place. If he does that then Wilson predicts it won’t be long before House is trying to reclaim his old territory.
He realises he’s beginning to think of House’s return as inevitable, as something that’s going to happen. Foreman is stubborn, and determined, and due to House’s influence he’s used to finding unorthodox ways to do things. When House comes back he’ll come looking for Wilson, Wilson is sure of that. Well, he has made some changes in his life, and House doesn’t fit into it any more. This time he’s not going back to House, whatever he does.
He goes back to his own office and shuts the door, cutting the whining noise down to a tolerable level, and goes back to work.
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 28 Thursday 3rd November 2011
He tosses the book he's reading aside with a grunt. It's his second time through the pulp thriller and along with every cliché in literary history the author had decided to add in some heavy sex scenes in between improbable action sequences.
The book doesn't interest him much but the porn is somewhat hot. His hand strays down under the waist band of his shorts and he cradles himself. There's not much response from little Greg yet, but he has all day - one advantage of being in this place is that there's not much else to do and very few demands on his time. It's not a shower day and he's already gone for his daily exercise, so short of the place burning down (he can only hope) or some other catastrophe there is nothing he needs to do, and no interruption until well into tomorrow. He has privacy to do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve harm to anyone else. Getting off sounds more entertaining than continuing to read at the moment. He already knows that the good guys are going to win.
He replays the scene in the book he's just read in his head. It's pretty generic, guy on girl action, and he doesn't even try and think up any specific girl for the starring role. His hand works away but there's still not much of a reaction, it's just not happening. He thinks about giving it away, he is only doing it because he is bored out of his skull anyway, and his interest is mild at best, but he decides to persevere.
The generic girl isn’t working for him so again he rifles through mental images of the hookers he's been with since the breakup with Cuddy, thinks about Dominika, (and briefly wonders what she thinks of her disappearing ‘husband’). In the end he settles on Emily, one of his regulars, and a lady he’d been ‘seeing’ when he thought he’d solved his leg problem by regenerating his thigh muscle with the experimental medicine. He shudders as he thinks of the outcome to that little venture, he’s not going to forget trying to operate on his own leg any time soon.
Thinking about that isn’t going to help today’s project so he forgets about the medicine, and the tumours, and the goddamn pain and concentrates on remembering Emily. She'd been good, and she’s never failed him, she’ll be able to help him along.
A few minutes later he takes his hand away. Nothing is happening for him and there’s only so long he can lie around with his hand on his dick if it doesn’t want to take part. Not being able to do it isn’t new to him, the Vicodin has often dulled his sex drive, and sometimes he’s had to resort to the little blue pills for a bit of help. He’s pretty sure that Sykes isn’t going to be handing those out to him so it looks like that bit of entertainment is off the table for today.
He gets up and goes to the sink in the corner and washes his hands with the thin sliver of soap he has left until his supplies are replenished. He looks up at himself in the square of aluminium on the wall and thinks again that he's looking old and worn out, as if this place has sucked the last remaining vestiges of life out of him. His hair is long, his scruff more like a beard now, he hadn’t bothered to shave the last time the razor was offered, maybe he will next time.
He wonders what Cuddy would think if she saw him like this. She’d probably think that he deserves every damn thing that has happened to him. Sometimes he dreams about her and about what he would say to her if they were to meet again. Sometimes he dreams that she comes and visits him here in prison, if only to spit in his face.
He turns away from his reflection, and his thoughts about Cuddy – neither of them are going to do him much good. He goes back to his bunk, dropping himself on it with a sigh and picking up the dog-eared book again. He skips the sex scene this time, and reads the next chapter instead.
Wilson is working in his office with the door open when he hears a noise from the conference room next door. It’s an annoying whine, just loud enough to be a distraction. He gets up and goes out into the corridor to have a look.
The conference room had been used by a variety of groups to have meetings in, ever since diagnostics had been disbanded. Now it seems that orthopaedics has set up shop there. It seems a strange place to have a procedures room but Wilson knows that, with one of the wings of the hospital undergoing major renovation, space is at a premium.
There is a doctor, his mind searches for the name and eventually supplies one, Morgan – a Doctor Morgan using a plaster saw to get a cast off a patient’s leg. That is the source of the annoying whine. Wilson sighs, it’s not great, the noise really is very annoying, but he supposes they need this room.
He looks at the office next door, House’s old office, and smiles when he thinks of how House would have reacted to having this sort of noise in the office next to him. He certainly wouldn’t have shrugged his shoulders and let it be. There would have been all out war, with Wilson playing peacemaker.
House’s old office has also fallen prey to Orthopaedics encroachment. House’s name had long ago been scraped off the door but now Orthopaedics had their name on it, and it was filled with office equipment. Clearly Foreman didn’t intend for House to have his office and conference room back, if Foreman did manage to get him released. Wilson wondered where he intends to put him, knowing Foreman it will be a tiny office in the backwaters of the hospital, to put House in his place. If he does that then Wilson predicts it won’t be long before House is trying to reclaim his old territory.
He realises he’s beginning to think of House’s return as inevitable, as something that’s going to happen. Foreman is stubborn, and determined, and due to House’s influence he’s used to finding unorthodox ways to do things. When House comes back he’ll come looking for Wilson, Wilson is sure of that. Well, he has made some changes in his life, and House doesn’t fit into it any more. This time he’s not going back to House, whatever he does.
He goes back to his own office and shuts the door, cutting the whining noise down to a tolerable level, and goes back to work.
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Date: 2012-07-23 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 02:20 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-07-24 04:45 am (UTC)Also, not only Vicodin slows libido, but so does getting older. Brother can't get a break.
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Date: 2012-07-24 12:22 pm (UTC)Foreman has to have learnt something from House, not that it does him much good, there's only one House :)
Thanks for reading !
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Date: 2012-07-24 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 08:23 pm (UTC)Foreman as House's boss was nothing more than a convenient plot device for the show. It had interesting potential for conflict but I don't think they did much with it after the first few episodes.