Comments | slayer_rehab: I'm just a little unwell [Buffy & House] Crazy House FTW

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I'm just a little unwell [Buffy & House] Crazy House FTW

Oct 13, 2009 11:14

They kept her tied down most of the time but today she'd been good. She'd taken her medicine, she hadn't attacked any of the orderlies and she'd talked to the shrink. As a result, they'd taken her restraints off and let her have a little bit of freedom. She stayed in her room anyway. It hurt when she tried to interact with everyone else. It ( Read more... )

[who] buffy, [who] house

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huge_ego_sry October 13 2009, 16:32:23 UTC

It had been weeks, months, since House had started looking for her. Once he figured out that she'd been committed, he had taken the issue to Giles, the only person he knew that might do that to her. After a lengthy what he'd heard the girls refer to as an 'Old Man Showdown' Giles had thrown him out of the makeshift new headquarters. They had their voodoo and strategic bull shit plans laid out. House took a different approach ( ... )

whattingawhat October 13 2009, 16:44:31 UTC

Buffy didn't know how long she'd been here. She'd spent the first several weeks drugged within an inch of her life. Every time they took her off the drugs, she broke someone--arms, legs, collarbones, concussion--you name it she'd caused it in the orderlies. It took them several more weeks after she'd stopped fighting for anyone to come around her and even now, they drew straws to decide who would be her orderly for the day ( ... )

huge_ego_sry October 13 2009, 18:01:12 UTC

A shot? That turned House's anger to curiosity - well, it was an angry curiosity. He rushed forward (as best as he could) and grabbed her by the shoulders, very aware that she might right hook him. Maybe hoping for it.

"Buffy. It's me, it's Greg. I'm not here to give you any shots, I'm here to get you the hell out!" He was yelling, but he didn't really care who heard. He needed her to hear.

whattingawhat October 13 2009, 19:26:26 UTC

Buffy tensed up when he grabbed her by the shoulders and then flinched at the sheer volume of his voice. It took her a moment to 'recognize' him.

"You're not real," she told him. "My therapist said so. Y-you're a product of my daddy issues, my abandonment issues, my authority issues and my mortality issues. I remember you...so you can't be real."

Although he felt awfully real and he sounded awfully real. Sorry no incoming punch just yet, House. She was on enough thorazine to kill a horse but there was a little fight left there. Enough fight that she looked confused, gnawing at her bottom lip as she reached out to run her fingertips across the scruff on his jaw.

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