Differential Diagnosis People: Little Boy Blue
For some reason, this week’s nomination seems to be the first we’ve gotten for topaz_eyes. It seems one should have come up before this, doesn’t it? As always, read and comment.
Title and link: Little Boy Blue
Author: topaz_eyes
Nominated by: Taiga
Summary: House deals with a new patient, and his mother’s death.
Why does it belong in the Housefic Hall of Fame? This story has everything I like in the show and subsequently what I like in fanfiction: an intriguing medical mystery, House-Wilson friendship and exploration of House's character.
Sample:
He squeezed his eyes shut as Wilson's fingers flew expertly around the unyielding silk. Dammit, he was growing soft. It was just a stupid tie. Though his mother adored the look of her men in ties. At home as a teenager, Blythe tied her son's ties, because he stubbornly refused to learn and John refused to buy him clip-ons. The measure of a man is how sincere he is. Clip-ons are not sincere, son.
He inwardly winced at the echo of his father's voice. This was utterly ridiculous; thirty years removed and John's comment still made House feel like an ungrateful heel. Remembering it, his eyes stung as he realized he'd never willingly worn a proper tie for her before today. He'd always fought it, resented the conformity it represented; he only gave in when he was shamed into it by John, or when he knew it would suit his own nefarious purposes.
Until now; the first time he'd ever been willing, the first time he had ever wanted to wear that stupid cloth noose around his neck for her.
And she would never see him in it.
Fuck.
(We don't use that word in our house, Greg.)
House smiled despite himself , feeling instantly contrite. Yes, ma'am.
Title and link: Little Boy Blue
Author: topaz_eyes
Nominated by: Taiga
Summary: House deals with a new patient, and his mother’s death.
Why does it belong in the Housefic Hall of Fame? This story has everything I like in the show and subsequently what I like in fanfiction: an intriguing medical mystery, House-Wilson friendship and exploration of House's character.
Sample:
He squeezed his eyes shut as Wilson's fingers flew expertly around the unyielding silk. Dammit, he was growing soft. It was just a stupid tie. Though his mother adored the look of her men in ties. At home as a teenager, Blythe tied her son's ties, because he stubbornly refused to learn and John refused to buy him clip-ons. The measure of a man is how sincere he is. Clip-ons are not sincere, son.
He inwardly winced at the echo of his father's voice. This was utterly ridiculous; thirty years removed and John's comment still made House feel like an ungrateful heel. Remembering it, his eyes stung as he realized he'd never willingly worn a proper tie for her before today. He'd always fought it, resented the conformity it represented; he only gave in when he was shamed into it by John, or when he knew it would suit his own nefarious purposes.
Until now; the first time he'd ever been willing, the first time he had ever wanted to wear that stupid cloth noose around his neck for her.
And she would never see him in it.
Fuck.
(We don't use that word in our house, Greg.)
House smiled despite himself , feeling instantly contrite. Yes, ma'am.