Fic for 5_loves: Thirteen/Taub; PG
Title: Emotional Tummy-Tuck.
Fandom: House MD.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Thirteen/Taub.
Word count: 322.
Summary: Taub loved his wife more than he loved plastic surgery. But only by a bit.
Notes: Written for 5_loves, prompt list 4, for the prompt play pretend. Spoilers for all of S4, but they are mild.
Taub loved his wife and would do anything to keep the secret of his affair safe. Which he did. He chose to leave behind the glitzy world of glamour, change, and beauty for his wife.
He couldn’t help but say that he would do it again, yet he also couldn’t help but miss that lifestyle. With House, it was all about the truth; the need to find the reason behind the disease. He felt like his mother before dinner parties; picking up the furniture covers in order to expose the couches underneath.
Taub liked to ignore the truth once and awhile in order to play pretend. Hey, if you’re a sixteen year old with a giant honker, you can pretend to have been born with the most perfect nose on the eastern coast. Till someone else, just like you, comes along and does it again.
Taub’s wife called it a vicious cycle. Taub thought of it as humans being the fickle creatures that they are, attempting to survive and thrive with the best looks suited for their environment. Masks upon masks weren’t a disguise, it was evolution!
Thirteen loved masks. She had them in every color, every shape, for every mood. She masked her favorite scents with internal rhinoplasty and stiffened her face with self-willed botox.
In some way, she was like every person who came in for new boobs or a flatter stomach, except not so shallow. Thirteen did it because she could, not because she felt like she needed it or wanted it so badly it felt like a necessity akin to water or shelter. Yet she still did something to change who she was, for herself, for her job, or for her peers.
Thirteen was the closest thing that Taub could get to plastic surgery that did not break the deal he made with his ex-colleagues one bit.
Besides, Taub didn’t have a problem with playing pretend at all.
Fandom: House MD.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Thirteen/Taub.
Word count: 322.
Summary: Taub loved his wife more than he loved plastic surgery. But only by a bit.
Notes: Written for 5_loves, prompt list 4, for the prompt play pretend. Spoilers for all of S4, but they are mild.
Taub loved his wife and would do anything to keep the secret of his affair safe. Which he did. He chose to leave behind the glitzy world of glamour, change, and beauty for his wife.
He couldn’t help but say that he would do it again, yet he also couldn’t help but miss that lifestyle. With House, it was all about the truth; the need to find the reason behind the disease. He felt like his mother before dinner parties; picking up the furniture covers in order to expose the couches underneath.
Taub liked to ignore the truth once and awhile in order to play pretend. Hey, if you’re a sixteen year old with a giant honker, you can pretend to have been born with the most perfect nose on the eastern coast. Till someone else, just like you, comes along and does it again.
Taub’s wife called it a vicious cycle. Taub thought of it as humans being the fickle creatures that they are, attempting to survive and thrive with the best looks suited for their environment. Masks upon masks weren’t a disguise, it was evolution!
Thirteen loved masks. She had them in every color, every shape, for every mood. She masked her favorite scents with internal rhinoplasty and stiffened her face with self-willed botox.
In some way, she was like every person who came in for new boobs or a flatter stomach, except not so shallow. Thirteen did it because she could, not because she felt like she needed it or wanted it so badly it felt like a necessity akin to water or shelter. Yet she still did something to change who she was, for herself, for her job, or for her peers.
Thirteen was the closest thing that Taub could get to plastic surgery that did not break the deal he made with his ex-colleagues one bit.
Besides, Taub didn’t have a problem with playing pretend at all.