Title: Used
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson FS, House/Cuddy FS, eventual Wilson/OFC and possible House/Cuddy
Warnings: non-con, violence, disturing images, sexual content and mild language
Summary: House endures his worst nightmare. As he struggles through the most traumatic experience of his life, will his বন্ধু be able to help him get through it? Can they deal with it? Can he?
A/N: Hi, all :) This is my first post here, and I'm not sure who all is here that I may already know. I'm interesting in making new বন্ধু who also enjoy House fanfiction...
My লেখা tends to be dark and angsty...hope আপনি enjoy this story, please মতামত and let me know if আপনি want me to post আরো :) thanks, guys :) *hugs*
DoS
Used
Chapter One
Fine
Losing a patient was never easy.
There were dozens of agonizing moments involved in the whole terrible process - that sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach when he realized that despite all his efforts, the disease ravaging his patient's body had already won; the self-conscious guilt that came with informing the patient and their family that there was nothing আরো he could do to save their life; and in the end, the তিক্ত anguish of loss that came with the death of someone he had usually treated for long enough to allow his emotions to become dangerously invested.
But the worst part, Wilson decided as he wearily drew the pen across the stark white form on his ডেস্ক - was the paperwork.
Paperwork that reduced a tragic but meaningful life to carefully chosen words designed to protect the hospital from any liability for its loss. Wilson sometimes wondered if he was the only one who realized that, beneath the technical medical and legal terms he used to write his report, was a person.
In this case, Meaghan Reynolds.
The প্রতিবেদন didn't say it - of course not, it wasn't "medically relevant" - but Meaghan liked চকোলেট pound cakes from the local grocery store, and loved to listen to corny old country সঙ্গীত on the radio, and preferred the company of a good story to entertaining টেলিভিশন shows.
Meaghan Reynolds was four years old when she died.
And the useless প্রতিবেদন Wilson was লেখা up would do nothing to ensure that the person she was would be remembered.
Maybe it was the dark swirling বৃত্ত of his thoughts that made him আরো irritable than usual when he heard the unexpected but intimately familiar voice in the darkened doorway to his office - অথবা maybe it was just the fact that he had thought he was alone in the building, and House's flat, matter-of-fact voice had startled him.
"I need a ride."
"Geez, House, do আপনি have to scare me like that? Normal people...say something when they walk into a room."
Wilson jumped, dropping the pen to his ডেস্ক with a clatter as he cast an irritated glance in his friend's direction. Frowning in confusion, he glanced at the small clock, ticking away the সেকেন্ড on his desk. House had left the building nearly an ঘন্টা ago, heading for his motorcycle to make his own way home.
"I did," House reminded him. "I ব্যক্ত I need a ride."
"What happened to your bike?" Wilson asked with a weary sigh. "I thought আপনি went প্রথমপাতা already."
"It's gone. I need a ride," House repeated the words a সেকেন্ড time, and Wilson's frown deepened at the oddly flat sound of his friend's voice.
He raised his eyes to scan House's face, relieved to see that the older doctor's face was set in his usual barely there sardonic grin, but troubled to find that for once, the expression did not seem to go any farther than his lips. House's eyes were blank and a little two wide.
Something was wrong, though Wilson could not quite put his finger on what.
Still, his usual habit of dealing with House did not shift as he snarked back at him, "Do I look like one of your hookers? And I've still got a bit of work to do, here. আপনি might wanna catch the bus, if আপনি don't wanna wait."
House was silent for a moment, and Wilson looked up at him again, his head tilting slightly as House limped, slower than usual, into the faint glow from his ডেস্ক lamp, and he got his first good look at his friend.
"No, আপনি don't look like a hooker," House conceded. "Though come to think of it, my personal পছন্দ could be your sister, there's such a strong resemblance. Wonder what that says about me?" He paused just a moment before adding in a strangely quiet voice, "And I'll wait. Take your time. I might just...take a nap."
The weak, ill-timed barb was wasted on Wilson, whose eyes slowly widened as he rose to his feet, looking House slowly up and down. His জ্যাকেট was torn in the front, and all his clothes appeared rumpled and tattered as he limped slowly toward the sofa with the help of his cane, on legs that seemed unsteadier than usual. His hand on the শীর্ষ of the cane trembled visibly, and with each step, he winced with pain.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Wilson demanded, a note of concern creeping into his voice as he started to come around the side of his desk. "Did আপনি get in an accident and wreck your bike? Are আপনি all right?"
House waved a hand at him in annoyance, edging painfully toward the sofa across from Wilson's desk. "I'm fine," he replied, though Wilson still heard that strange flatness in his voice. "Bike got stolen, that's all. Keep your distance, Florence Nightengale. I just might bite."
"That's all?" Wilson echoed in disbelief. "That bike cost আপনি $5,000! My $5,000! And all you've got to say is ‘that's all'?" He followed House around the desk, despite the other doctor's gruff warnings, and reached out a hand to steady him as he began to sit slowly, painfully down on the sofa. "Were আপনি there when they took it? Did the thief hurt you? Have আপনি called the police?"
House jerked away from Wilson's helpful hand, and Wilson drew back, startled দ্বারা the sudden, unexpected movement that seemed আরো like a flinch than a gesture of annoyance, despite House's agitated response and irritated roll of his eyes.
"I ব্যক্ত I'm fine, didn't I? Just give me some space, Wilson, will you? And no, I haven't called the police. Why bother? They won't find it, anyway. দ্বারা now it's probably already painted a different color and missing its VIN number. What's the point?"
Wilson shook his head slightly, his mouth open in an incredulous question, unsure what to say to that. That bike was one of House's most prized possessions, and the idea that he was not doing everything in his power to get it back was unthinkable. He hesitated a moment, considering, before continuing in a firm, insistent tone of voice almost always reserved for House's most unreasonable moments.
"Well, we're at least going to get আপনি checked out, House. You're hurt, and we've gotta be sure you're all right..."
"I'm all right, okay?" House insisted, though his wince as he slowly, awkwardly settled himself on the পালঙ্ক belied his words. "I fell when they pulled the bike away from me, that's all. I'm not hurt, so back off." He lowered his head, his words a barely distinguishable mumble as he added, "Freakin' mother hen."
"So আপনি were there when they took it," Wilson concluded, pointing his finger at his friend in a gesture that would have been almost victorious, if not for the worry that now showed in his warm, dark eyes. "House, আপনি need to at least go down to Emergency and let them check আপনি out..."
"No."
The tone of House's voice left no room for argument, but Wilson could not help but notice the slight tremor in it, uncharacteristic of his bold, self-possessed friend. The incident must have shaken him আরো than he was willing to let on, he decided. A moment later, he made a সেকেন্ড decision.
"Fine. Then I'll check আপনি over when I finish here, okay? Give me five minutes, and I'll be ready to go."
"Going. Yes. Sounds good," House mumbled, his eyes closed, his head resting against the back of the sofa. He frowned then, Wilson's first words finally registering with him. "Except for that first part. I am a doctor. I don't need a doctor. Especially an over-sensitive, neurotic mess of a Jewish mother like you."
Wilson relaxed slightly, convinced that despite House's acerbic protests, he would be able to assure himself of his friend's well-being at some point before dropping him off at his apartment. Judging দ্বারা the weary posture of the older doctor on the sofa, the sheer exhaustion evident in his trembling limbs, Wilson was fairly certain that House would not put up much আরো than a verbal resistance to his efforts.
Still, আরো than a little anxious, he rushed through the last of his work, setting aside the প্রতিবেদন on Meaghan Reynolds to be completed the পরবর্তি day, and contenting himself with simply putting his ডেস্ক in order in preparation to leave. He hated to admit it, when his friend was likely right that nothing was really wrong with him, but his concern for House trumped his responsibility to his job at the moment.
With a heavy sigh, he rose from his chair, putting a few files into his ব্রিফকেস and zipping it closed as he moved around the ডেস্ক and toward the sofa. He frowned when he noticed that House was not sleeping, as he had expected, but just staring blankly up at the ceiling, his eyes dark and troubled...almost...haunted.
Well...more haunted than usual, anyway.
"Hey," Wilson spoke in a voice that was unusually soft. "You okay?" As he spoke, he reached out a hand toward House's shoulder to gain his attention.
House's reaction alarmed the younger doctor, as he jerked his arm away from Wilson with a sharp intake of breath, nearly falling over sideways on the sofa in his attempt to evade the simple touch of the other man's hand. Wilson immediately backed off, his hands raised in a placating gesture.
"Damn it, Wilson!" House hissed as he pulled himself back upright on shaking arms.
"Hey, easy, buddy." He tried to lighten the mood with a laugh that came out আরো nervous than amused. "Easy, just...trying to wake আপনি up." He cringed inwardly as soon as the words were out of his mouth, aware that what might have been a convincing excuse to anyone not House would be easily discounted দ্বারা the astute, observant medical genius that was his best friend.
"I was already awake," House snapped, leaning অগ্রবর্তী on the sofa with a visible effort, though not acknowledging Wilson's slip. The younger doctor was not sure whether that was a cause for relief, অথবা concern. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," Wilson confirmed, reaching out a tentative hand toward his friend's arm, though not quite closing the distance between them. "You gonna knock my head off with your cane if I try to help আপনি stand up?"
House gave him a sneer of mock amusement, even as he reached out his own hand to accept Wilson's offer of help, rolling his eyes in frustration at his own need. As he put a cautious hand around his friend's back, under his arms, and helped him to stand, Wilson wondered again, uneasily, whether it was mere exhaustion, অথবা some as yet unknown injury, that was making House so visibly weak and shaky.
A moment later, he got his alarming, horrifying answer.
"Okay...here's your cane," he murmured as he placed the support in his friend's hand, glancing behind him as he helped him steady himself. "Do আপনি need any help getting to the...?"
His voice trailed off into stunned silence, just as House interrupted him irritably. "Please, Wilson. I already told you, I'm. Fine. All I need from আপনি right now is a ride home. I don't need your help walking, I don't need a physical in the emergency room, and I don't need a frickin'..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes settled on Wilson's face, blinking almost sleepily, as if struggling to focus. With an effort he turned his gaze in the direction Wilson was looking, toward the পালঙ্ক cushion on which he had just been sitting. Wilson's eyes were wide with horror, and he was staring between the dark stain on the পালঙ্ক cushion, and the matching deep red stain on the back of his friend's tan-colored pants.
"House...what the hell?" he muttered, aghast as he raised his eyes to meet House's suddenly averted gaze.
His brilliant blue eyes hazy and distant as he stared down at the bloody stain on the sofa, House suddenly wobbled on his feet, his weight falling আরো heavily on Wilson's supporting arm. He glanced up at his friend, blinking rapidly, a হারিয়ে গেছে look in his wide eyes as he suddenly slumped down onto his good knee on the floor, Wilson going down with him in an attempt to hold him upright.
"House? House! What happened?" As Wilson found himself in closer proximity to his friend, one hand sliding under his জ্যাকেট to help hold him up, he felt something warm and wet and sticky on his fingers, and drew his hand away with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, finding them stained with dark red blood. "House...what the...?"
"I think..." The great doctor's voice was slurred with confusion, his eyes becoming blank and unfocused, as he stared down at the blood on his friend's hand. "I think...maybe I do...need a doctor..."
TBC....
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson FS, House/Cuddy FS, eventual Wilson/OFC and possible House/Cuddy
Warnings: non-con, violence, disturing images, sexual content and mild language
Summary: House endures his worst nightmare. As he struggles through the most traumatic experience of his life, will his বন্ধু be able to help him get through it? Can they deal with it? Can he?
A/N: Hi, all :) This is my first post here, and I'm not sure who all is here that I may already know. I'm interesting in making new বন্ধু who also enjoy House fanfiction...
My লেখা tends to be dark and angsty...hope আপনি enjoy this story, please মতামত and let me know if আপনি want me to post আরো :) thanks, guys :) *hugs*
DoS
Used
Chapter One
Fine
Losing a patient was never easy.
There were dozens of agonizing moments involved in the whole terrible process - that sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach when he realized that despite all his efforts, the disease ravaging his patient's body had already won; the self-conscious guilt that came with informing the patient and their family that there was nothing আরো he could do to save their life; and in the end, the তিক্ত anguish of loss that came with the death of someone he had usually treated for long enough to allow his emotions to become dangerously invested.
But the worst part, Wilson decided as he wearily drew the pen across the stark white form on his ডেস্ক - was the paperwork.
Paperwork that reduced a tragic but meaningful life to carefully chosen words designed to protect the hospital from any liability for its loss. Wilson sometimes wondered if he was the only one who realized that, beneath the technical medical and legal terms he used to write his report, was a person.
In this case, Meaghan Reynolds.
The প্রতিবেদন didn't say it - of course not, it wasn't "medically relevant" - but Meaghan liked চকোলেট pound cakes from the local grocery store, and loved to listen to corny old country সঙ্গীত on the radio, and preferred the company of a good story to entertaining টেলিভিশন shows.
Meaghan Reynolds was four years old when she died.
And the useless প্রতিবেদন Wilson was লেখা up would do nothing to ensure that the person she was would be remembered.
Maybe it was the dark swirling বৃত্ত of his thoughts that made him আরো irritable than usual when he heard the unexpected but intimately familiar voice in the darkened doorway to his office - অথবা maybe it was just the fact that he had thought he was alone in the building, and House's flat, matter-of-fact voice had startled him.
"I need a ride."
"Geez, House, do আপনি have to scare me like that? Normal people...say something when they walk into a room."
Wilson jumped, dropping the pen to his ডেস্ক with a clatter as he cast an irritated glance in his friend's direction. Frowning in confusion, he glanced at the small clock, ticking away the সেকেন্ড on his desk. House had left the building nearly an ঘন্টা ago, heading for his motorcycle to make his own way home.
"I did," House reminded him. "I ব্যক্ত I need a ride."
"What happened to your bike?" Wilson asked with a weary sigh. "I thought আপনি went প্রথমপাতা already."
"It's gone. I need a ride," House repeated the words a সেকেন্ড time, and Wilson's frown deepened at the oddly flat sound of his friend's voice.
He raised his eyes to scan House's face, relieved to see that the older doctor's face was set in his usual barely there sardonic grin, but troubled to find that for once, the expression did not seem to go any farther than his lips. House's eyes were blank and a little two wide.
Something was wrong, though Wilson could not quite put his finger on what.
Still, his usual habit of dealing with House did not shift as he snarked back at him, "Do I look like one of your hookers? And I've still got a bit of work to do, here. আপনি might wanna catch the bus, if আপনি don't wanna wait."
House was silent for a moment, and Wilson looked up at him again, his head tilting slightly as House limped, slower than usual, into the faint glow from his ডেস্ক lamp, and he got his first good look at his friend.
"No, আপনি don't look like a hooker," House conceded. "Though come to think of it, my personal পছন্দ could be your sister, there's such a strong resemblance. Wonder what that says about me?" He paused just a moment before adding in a strangely quiet voice, "And I'll wait. Take your time. I might just...take a nap."
The weak, ill-timed barb was wasted on Wilson, whose eyes slowly widened as he rose to his feet, looking House slowly up and down. His জ্যাকেট was torn in the front, and all his clothes appeared rumpled and tattered as he limped slowly toward the sofa with the help of his cane, on legs that seemed unsteadier than usual. His hand on the শীর্ষ of the cane trembled visibly, and with each step, he winced with pain.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Wilson demanded, a note of concern creeping into his voice as he started to come around the side of his desk. "Did আপনি get in an accident and wreck your bike? Are আপনি all right?"
House waved a hand at him in annoyance, edging painfully toward the sofa across from Wilson's desk. "I'm fine," he replied, though Wilson still heard that strange flatness in his voice. "Bike got stolen, that's all. Keep your distance, Florence Nightengale. I just might bite."
"That's all?" Wilson echoed in disbelief. "That bike cost আপনি $5,000! My $5,000! And all you've got to say is ‘that's all'?" He followed House around the desk, despite the other doctor's gruff warnings, and reached out a hand to steady him as he began to sit slowly, painfully down on the sofa. "Were আপনি there when they took it? Did the thief hurt you? Have আপনি called the police?"
House jerked away from Wilson's helpful hand, and Wilson drew back, startled দ্বারা the sudden, unexpected movement that seemed আরো like a flinch than a gesture of annoyance, despite House's agitated response and irritated roll of his eyes.
"I ব্যক্ত I'm fine, didn't I? Just give me some space, Wilson, will you? And no, I haven't called the police. Why bother? They won't find it, anyway. দ্বারা now it's probably already painted a different color and missing its VIN number. What's the point?"
Wilson shook his head slightly, his mouth open in an incredulous question, unsure what to say to that. That bike was one of House's most prized possessions, and the idea that he was not doing everything in his power to get it back was unthinkable. He hesitated a moment, considering, before continuing in a firm, insistent tone of voice almost always reserved for House's most unreasonable moments.
"Well, we're at least going to get আপনি checked out, House. You're hurt, and we've gotta be sure you're all right..."
"I'm all right, okay?" House insisted, though his wince as he slowly, awkwardly settled himself on the পালঙ্ক belied his words. "I fell when they pulled the bike away from me, that's all. I'm not hurt, so back off." He lowered his head, his words a barely distinguishable mumble as he added, "Freakin' mother hen."
"So আপনি were there when they took it," Wilson concluded, pointing his finger at his friend in a gesture that would have been almost victorious, if not for the worry that now showed in his warm, dark eyes. "House, আপনি need to at least go down to Emergency and let them check আপনি out..."
"No."
The tone of House's voice left no room for argument, but Wilson could not help but notice the slight tremor in it, uncharacteristic of his bold, self-possessed friend. The incident must have shaken him আরো than he was willing to let on, he decided. A moment later, he made a সেকেন্ড decision.
"Fine. Then I'll check আপনি over when I finish here, okay? Give me five minutes, and I'll be ready to go."
"Going. Yes. Sounds good," House mumbled, his eyes closed, his head resting against the back of the sofa. He frowned then, Wilson's first words finally registering with him. "Except for that first part. I am a doctor. I don't need a doctor. Especially an over-sensitive, neurotic mess of a Jewish mother like you."
Wilson relaxed slightly, convinced that despite House's acerbic protests, he would be able to assure himself of his friend's well-being at some point before dropping him off at his apartment. Judging দ্বারা the weary posture of the older doctor on the sofa, the sheer exhaustion evident in his trembling limbs, Wilson was fairly certain that House would not put up much আরো than a verbal resistance to his efforts.
Still, আরো than a little anxious, he rushed through the last of his work, setting aside the প্রতিবেদন on Meaghan Reynolds to be completed the পরবর্তি day, and contenting himself with simply putting his ডেস্ক in order in preparation to leave. He hated to admit it, when his friend was likely right that nothing was really wrong with him, but his concern for House trumped his responsibility to his job at the moment.
With a heavy sigh, he rose from his chair, putting a few files into his ব্রিফকেস and zipping it closed as he moved around the ডেস্ক and toward the sofa. He frowned when he noticed that House was not sleeping, as he had expected, but just staring blankly up at the ceiling, his eyes dark and troubled...almost...haunted.
Well...more haunted than usual, anyway.
"Hey," Wilson spoke in a voice that was unusually soft. "You okay?" As he spoke, he reached out a hand toward House's shoulder to gain his attention.
House's reaction alarmed the younger doctor, as he jerked his arm away from Wilson with a sharp intake of breath, nearly falling over sideways on the sofa in his attempt to evade the simple touch of the other man's hand. Wilson immediately backed off, his hands raised in a placating gesture.
"Damn it, Wilson!" House hissed as he pulled himself back upright on shaking arms.
"Hey, easy, buddy." He tried to lighten the mood with a laugh that came out আরো nervous than amused. "Easy, just...trying to wake আপনি up." He cringed inwardly as soon as the words were out of his mouth, aware that what might have been a convincing excuse to anyone not House would be easily discounted দ্বারা the astute, observant medical genius that was his best friend.
"I was already awake," House snapped, leaning অগ্রবর্তী on the sofa with a visible effort, though not acknowledging Wilson's slip. The younger doctor was not sure whether that was a cause for relief, অথবা concern. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," Wilson confirmed, reaching out a tentative hand toward his friend's arm, though not quite closing the distance between them. "You gonna knock my head off with your cane if I try to help আপনি stand up?"
House gave him a sneer of mock amusement, even as he reached out his own hand to accept Wilson's offer of help, rolling his eyes in frustration at his own need. As he put a cautious hand around his friend's back, under his arms, and helped him to stand, Wilson wondered again, uneasily, whether it was mere exhaustion, অথবা some as yet unknown injury, that was making House so visibly weak and shaky.
A moment later, he got his alarming, horrifying answer.
"Okay...here's your cane," he murmured as he placed the support in his friend's hand, glancing behind him as he helped him steady himself. "Do আপনি need any help getting to the...?"
His voice trailed off into stunned silence, just as House interrupted him irritably. "Please, Wilson. I already told you, I'm. Fine. All I need from আপনি right now is a ride home. I don't need your help walking, I don't need a physical in the emergency room, and I don't need a frickin'..."
His voice trailed off as his eyes settled on Wilson's face, blinking almost sleepily, as if struggling to focus. With an effort he turned his gaze in the direction Wilson was looking, toward the পালঙ্ক cushion on which he had just been sitting. Wilson's eyes were wide with horror, and he was staring between the dark stain on the পালঙ্ক cushion, and the matching deep red stain on the back of his friend's tan-colored pants.
"House...what the hell?" he muttered, aghast as he raised his eyes to meet House's suddenly averted gaze.
His brilliant blue eyes hazy and distant as he stared down at the bloody stain on the sofa, House suddenly wobbled on his feet, his weight falling আরো heavily on Wilson's supporting arm. He glanced up at his friend, blinking rapidly, a হারিয়ে গেছে look in his wide eyes as he suddenly slumped down onto his good knee on the floor, Wilson going down with him in an attempt to hold him upright.
"House? House! What happened?" As Wilson found himself in closer proximity to his friend, one hand sliding under his জ্যাকেট to help hold him up, he felt something warm and wet and sticky on his fingers, and drew his hand away with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, finding them stained with dark red blood. "House...what the...?"
"I think..." The great doctor's voice was slurred with confusion, his eyes becoming blank and unfocused, as he stared down at the blood on his friend's hand. "I think...maybe I do...need a doctor..."
TBC....
