Hey, more fic-type stuff...
May. 2nd, 2005 03:49 pmTitle: Internal Confession
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: House, MD
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble and a half (150 words)
Disclaimer: Paul Attanasio, Katie Jacobs, David Shore, and Brian Singer are the geniuses behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: More “inspired by” the “aloof” challenge at
wordoftheday100.
Notes: Doesn’t qualify for WordoftheDay, because, hey, drabble and a half, here. But I’m not going to stick the Muse in a box when she’s giving me stuff. Deal.
Taking her to the monster truck rally was a mistake. If I’d known, I would have asked anyone else...hell, I would have asked Cuddy first. Taking Cameron sent her the exact wrong message.
No, Cameron, I don’t like you. I don’t like your naivete, your optimism, your firm belief that if you hug me enough, I’ll turn into a fluffy Newfoundland puppy. I’m a cranky old curmudgeon and I like it that way. And now you’re being all noble and quitting and your hand hangs there between us like some horrible metaphor for the good manners I don’t have and never will. I hold myself aloof, steel myself against the hurt in your eyes, and watch you walk out of my life.
I don’t like you, Cameron. But I might have loved you. And the God neither of us believes in help us both if you ever found out.
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: House, MD
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble and a half (150 words)
Disclaimer: Paul Attanasio, Katie Jacobs, David Shore, and Brian Singer are the geniuses behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: More “inspired by” the “aloof” challenge at
Notes: Doesn’t qualify for WordoftheDay, because, hey, drabble and a half, here. But I’m not going to stick the Muse in a box when she’s giving me stuff. Deal.
Taking her to the monster truck rally was a mistake. If I’d known, I would have asked anyone else...hell, I would have asked Cuddy first. Taking Cameron sent her the exact wrong message.
No, Cameron, I don’t like you. I don’t like your naivete, your optimism, your firm belief that if you hug me enough, I’ll turn into a fluffy Newfoundland puppy. I’m a cranky old curmudgeon and I like it that way. And now you’re being all noble and quitting and your hand hangs there between us like some horrible metaphor for the good manners I don’t have and never will. I hold myself aloof, steel myself against the hurt in your eyes, and watch you walk out of my life.
I don’t like you, Cameron. But I might have loved you. And the God neither of us believes in help us both if you ever found out.
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Date: 2005-05-04 02:43 am (UTC)Wilson's getting some good digs in tonight...