Fic: Which Way to Elysian Fields? (Part 2)

[sassyjumper]

Title: Which Way to Elysian Fields? (Part 2/2)
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: R
Summary: House and Wilson return to New Orleans.
Beta: the amazing srsly_yes

A/N: This is the final next installment in a series of post-finale road trip stories that began in Virginia. Despite the title, this is NOT a death fic.

Part 1 here

Comments

[cuddyclothes]

I saw every moment of this story as if I was watching it. The voices are pitch-perfect, the emotions described so well without overdoing it, and most important, the FOOD. Oh, dear God, the FOOD. (Sorry, you don't get much of that in fanfic.)

This is a great story. So much said in an unsaid way between two friends who know each other better than anyone else in the world.

[sassyjumper]

LOL yes, the food is a real scene-stealer.

Thanks so much for taking the time to read/comment. :)

[menolly_au]

I think this series - and this part in particular, is one of the best House fics I've read. You have their voices down so well, and I tell you - I was choked up for the second half of this one. Wilson's sadness, his sense of failure, the love he so desparately wants but doesn't get (except from House) - it's perfect. The strange fatalism that Wilson showed in the cancer arc, you explain it here, and it's an explanation that rings true.

One can't help but feel that if House were the one with cancer, if he was the one to set off on a road trip (supposedly by himself) that people would ring to check on him - if only to consult with him. That Wilson is universally liked, but once out of sight is out of mind, is achingly true. The mechanical bull escpade is brilliant, and I love that House's snarkiness and mocking turns to support - hang on I like that it's not a miracle cure, or an instant fix, the road ahead isn't suddenly all roses, but there is a road, and there's a chance and Wilson wants to live, and wants that chance, and House

[sassyjumper]

Thanks so much for your always thoughtful comments. I'm glad you thought things rang true :)

[rslhilson]

I'm a bit incoherent over how wonderful this is, so I'm just going to echo menolly_au - I think she said it all perfectly. Fantastic work here. <3

[sassyjumper]

D'aww, I'll take incoherence. Thanks so much for reading/commenting!

[nyannyannayn]

I've been waiting for this! Okay, first let me start by saying, it takes a great writer to write House right-- it takes a brilliant writer to get Wilson right! Your back and forth between the two is dead on perfection. Wilson's dry humor VS House's sarcasm and slight childishness. You write it to perfection every time. And in this installment especially.
“You do not just let everything go. You do not just quit.”
I thought that was a very smart observation. Wilson doesn't quit and you were smart to give examples and remind him/the readers of that.
"
House reached for that ridiculous cowboy hat, sitting on the table, and put it on Wilson’s head. “There. How can you say nothing good ever happens?” he asked."
I found this line to be incredibly touching. I'm still smiling from this.
Appreciated the fact that you actually researched the medicine. What you wrote was believable, scary and real. I love anything that has to do with House/Wilson/Roadtrip and I think your take on it is simply one of the best out there.

[sassyjumper]

Wilson is tough to write, isn't he? Elusive guy. I've been surprised at how much easier I find House-writing.

Thank you for giving such thoughtful comments. You picked up on some stuff I was hoping would come through :)

[damigella_314]

This was... I can't find words. Wilson's request for a love declaration is canon; what you gave us is the background for it, the fact (proven day after day in this trip) that no one loves Wilson enough to even give him a call. Luckily House is there to notice, and point out that there are people who care or cared for Wilson, and they don't call because they cannot (like Danny, or like his patients - even the healed ones would be shy to just call),

And House brings him back to the famous bar, reminds him that it's not the first time that he feels his life makes no sense... and that now as earlier, there's one person who's there for him. One relationship that lasted. The image of Wilson riding the bull, knowing that he will eventually hit the floor, and that the whole point is to hold on a bit longer, was also a perfect metaphor.

What a fantastic story. I so hope Wilson will be in the surviving group - and I like the idea of them living together in SF after. Of him, them, planning for a life after cancer.

Mem, of course.

[sassyjumper]

Thank you, as always, for your kind comments. I'm glad you liked it.

And between you and me, I think Wilson will be one of the survivors ;)