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talking pictures: four dialogue only fics
title: talking pictures: four dialogue only fics
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phinnia
rating: pg-13 to R. one of them is kind of smutty-ish, but it's all dialogue anyway.
pairing: house/wilson
warnings/spoilers: none
author's note: these were minifics i wrote for people that made presents forjane_hidell. they ended up being all dialogue because ... that's how they came out. So I gathered them all up and put them here. Enjoy. <3
"We're lost."
"We're not lost. I have an inate sense of direction-"
"An inate sense of direction that has failed for the past twenty minutes-"
"It's just around the next corner, shut up."
"I still think we should stop and ask someone."
"And that is why you'll never really be a man. That and the way you cry at Lifetime movies. Hell, the fact that you watch Lifetime movies."
"It was just the one. And you never seem to complain about my seven inches of maleness-"
"Six."
"Seven."
"You have less cock than me."
"Only in the moving-parts sense - hey! that's the exit!"
"You can't get out of thi- Shit. that was the exit."
"HOUSE!"
"What is that?"
"It's attitudes like that that make me afraid to express my love for you."
"It looks like a stuffed - is that epoxy?"
"You're so judgemental."
"I'm not being judgemental, i'm just ... it looks like a stuffed cow and - a stuffed cat ..."
"Getting it on. You said you'd never heard of furries, so i figured you might, you know, need a visual aid."
"... thank... you... House... i'm ... overwhelmed. Yes. I can honestly say I've never been more overwhelmed by anything."
"I thought you hated full body scans."
"That was - ohhhh. That was before I realized how relaxing they were. Mmmm. Do that again?"
"Like that?"
"Mmmmm. Mmhm. Yeah. What is that stuff?"
"Just something I picked up. I thought you said they were diagnostically irrelevant?"
"I wasn't - ohhhhhhhhh - wasn't talking about diagnostics, and you - yeah..."
"Good?"
"Yeah, yeah. Mmmmmmmmmm. And you know i wasn't. Wasn't talking. About."
"Talking about what?"
"Diagnostics - and I have to admit your approach to full body scanning is - yeah, yeah, right - oh god - a little - oh fuck, fuck, Wilssaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh. ohhhhh.
"A little what?"
"Unconventional, to say the least."
"New technique in development. I took a seminar. I'm really very thorough."
"Happy birthday."
"I thought we agreed that those two words cancelled each other out."
"Oh please. I don't understand you - it's an entire day where everyone caters to you. i thought you'd love that."
"They don't cater to me, they cater to what they think I should like. And for some reason that always seems to include some nouveau-family-friendly restaurant's waitstaff singing a dumb song that some pimply-faced manager made up to avoid the copyright on performing 'happy birthday' in public places. And since it's lunch, all the drink options suck and I can't even get wasted enough to laugh at it all."
"... okay, good point."
"I know. I thought so myself when I made it."
"Aren't you going to open it? I promise, no singing waiters."
"... it's a rock."
"A rock with a history. A very rare and special rock."
"Is this your version of an engagement ring?"
"I thought it suited your eyes better than diamonds. You don't know what this is? I thought you were the genius. It's ... a mineral, about eleven years older than you ... it came from New Mexico-"
"Is it radioactive?"
"Not as much as my love for you."
"... I'm going to forget you just said that, because this is awesome. You found Alamogordo glass?"
"It's symbolic of our relationship; an rare element that formed after a huge disaster."
"... okay."
author:
phinniarating: pg-13 to R. one of them is kind of smutty-ish, but it's all dialogue anyway.
pairing: house/wilson
warnings/spoilers: none
author's note: these were minifics i wrote for people that made presents for
jane_hidell. they ended up being all dialogue because ... that's how they came out. So I gathered them all up and put them here. Enjoy. <3"We're lost."
"We're not lost. I have an inate sense of direction-"
"An inate sense of direction that has failed for the past twenty minutes-"
"It's just around the next corner, shut up."
"I still think we should stop and ask someone."
"And that is why you'll never really be a man. That and the way you cry at Lifetime movies. Hell, the fact that you watch Lifetime movies."
"It was just the one. And you never seem to complain about my seven inches of maleness-"
"Six."
"Seven."
"You have less cock than me."
"Only in the moving-parts sense - hey! that's the exit!"
"You can't get out of thi- Shit. that was the exit."
"HOUSE!"
"What is that?"
"It's attitudes like that that make me afraid to express my love for you."
"It looks like a stuffed - is that epoxy?"
"You're so judgemental."
"I'm not being judgemental, i'm just ... it looks like a stuffed cow and - a stuffed cat ..."
"Getting it on. You said you'd never heard of furries, so i figured you might, you know, need a visual aid."
"... thank... you... House... i'm ... overwhelmed. Yes. I can honestly say I've never been more overwhelmed by anything."
"I thought you hated full body scans."
"That was - ohhhh. That was before I realized how relaxing they were. Mmmm. Do that again?"
"Like that?"
"Mmmmm. Mmhm. Yeah. What is that stuff?"
"Just something I picked up. I thought you said they were diagnostically irrelevant?"
"I wasn't - ohhhhhhhhh - wasn't talking about diagnostics, and you - yeah..."
"Good?"
"Yeah, yeah. Mmmmmmmmmm. And you know i wasn't. Wasn't talking. About."
"Talking about what?"
"Diagnostics - and I have to admit your approach to full body scanning is - yeah, yeah, right - oh god - a little - oh fuck, fuck, Wilssaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh. ohhhhh.
"A little what?"
"Unconventional, to say the least."
"New technique in development. I took a seminar. I'm really very thorough."
"Happy birthday."
"I thought we agreed that those two words cancelled each other out."
"Oh please. I don't understand you - it's an entire day where everyone caters to you. i thought you'd love that."
"They don't cater to me, they cater to what they think I should like. And for some reason that always seems to include some nouveau-family-friendly restaurant's waitstaff singing a dumb song that some pimply-faced manager made up to avoid the copyright on performing 'happy birthday' in public places. And since it's lunch, all the drink options suck and I can't even get wasted enough to laugh at it all."
"... okay, good point."
"I know. I thought so myself when I made it."
"Aren't you going to open it? I promise, no singing waiters."
"... it's a rock."
"A rock with a history. A very rare and special rock."
"Is this your version of an engagement ring?"
"I thought it suited your eyes better than diamonds. You don't know what this is? I thought you were the genius. It's ... a mineral, about eleven years older than you ... it came from New Mexico-"
"Is it radioactive?"
"Not as much as my love for you."
"... I'm going to forget you just said that, because this is awesome. You found Alamogordo glass?"
"It's symbolic of our relationship; an rare element that formed after a huge disaster."
"... okay."