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House's Hour (fourteenth in the HOUR series) 
9th-Jul-2007 11:42 am
HouseContemplative

Title: House's Hour
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 850 
Summary:  House reflects on the lessons taught him by influential men in his life.  

The previous vignettes, in order, are:
Visiting Hour,  Happy Hour,  Midnight Hour  Fifty-Minute Hour Random Hour,  Painful Hour,  Dark Hour ,   Desperate Hour,   Witching Hour ,   Lonely Hour,    Dinner Hour   Legal Hour and  Honorable Hour .

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Thoughts 
19th-Jul-2007 11:59 am (UTC)
Wow deep. That last paragraph was amazing. You truly bring the rest of us and House insight. ;<)
19th-Jul-2007 12:01 pm (UTC)
Welcome back!!! You were missed!!! :)
27th-Jul-2007 12:12 pm (UTC)
Greetings!

"And none of those things even remotely explain the smile on your face, you moron, House says to himself. Can't even be honest enough to tell yourself the truth; that's just... pathetic. Admit it; you're happy. You're actually... happy. May not last long, but it's here now. Enjoy it."

"But this pain—this is different. This pain is his friend; it’s tangible proof that he did something good today, something right. Wilson’s gonna get his life back. And House? A couple days of hurting like hell is a negligible price to pay for regaining his friend. “You were right, dad,” he whispers aloud into the dark room as he massages the thigh.

“Whaddaya know, you old bastard; you finally called one. But this time, I had a different teacher. Didn’t force the words down my throat. Didn’t call me names even though he had every right to. What he did was showed me how to handle it. Never said a word; just gave a damned good demonstration.”

House thinks of Wilson’s quiet grace, his acceptance, all these months, in the face of a pain House’s father couldn’t begin to imagine. He’d shown House that pain didn’t have to diminish him. In fact, House thinks, it’s the opposite. Embrace the growth that pain can bring, accept it for what it can accomplish, and the man doesn’t diminish—but the pain does."

Yes, YES, YES!!!! Brilliant, beautiful, heartwrenching - and so, so true... esp. that last line....

*hugs you for whatever caused your knowing of the truth of the last line* None of my business what, but I had figured there was something.... Will you understand if I say I'm both sorry and glad to find out I was right?

There's probably more to say, but I find that I can't wait to read the next chapter, so I'm,
Reading on,
-Katrina
27th-Jul-2007 01:36 pm (UTC)
None of my business what, but I had figured there was something.... Will you understand

oh--it's not at all a secret! it's just slightly easier for me to write the character of house, because there are some parallels there. we are the same age, and have been suffering from moderate to sever chronic pain in the right leg for almost exactly the same amount of time.

i was born with spastic cerebral palsy, affecting the right side of my body. cp is not a painful condition--but as middle age encroaches, the sequelae cause painful conditions. the muscles in my right thigh are atrophying rapidly. the spasms are distracting, sometimes painful. the joints in the leg are wearing out quickly; i've now got osteoarthritis as a result. vicodin ceased working several years ago. i'm now on tramadol, oxycodone, oxycontin, baclofen, and enough ibuprofen to shut down anyone's kidneys.

when i can swallow my immense pride (or when i have no choice) i use a cane. but i've messed up my left shoulder with the cane--so i now use it on the right--the affected side--as does he. only problem there is i have very little motion or sensation in my right hand, and my right arm is quite weak. so it's... interesting. (i'm also a one-handed typist, of course, and so use caps only when necessary).

so i 'get' the pain, and what it does to one's view of the world, and how it can alter personality. i 'get' the need for a friend like wilson; i also 'get' that no such person exists in real life. i understand the emotional walls, and the distrust, and the turning into a monster at times, and the desire to protect those who care about you from that monster.

my initial purpose, when i began writing fanfic a year ago, was to explain the difference between 'dependence' and 'addiction' and that's what i tried, very hard, to accomplish with the The Devil Trilogy. i'm still very proud of that series, and i do believe i accomplished what i set out to do.

anyway. i've rambled on long enough--probably told you way more than you wanted to know--sorry! :)
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