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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-06 01:12 am
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Wilson/Cuddy - Crushing Hope
Fandom: House MD
Title: Crushing Hope
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Rating: FRT
Characters: James Wilson/Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House
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house_fest Prompt: 27. Secretly, every grown woman was once a little girl who believed in faeries.
Content Warning: Slight spoilers for "Finding Judas."
Summary: Crushing someone’s hope was really one of the worst things you could do to someone.
Author's Note: I hope this passes for Wilson/Cuddy. Or at least unrequited Wilson/Cuddy. Because I suck at het when it comes to this fandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox.
Crushing someone’s hope was really one of the worst things you could do to someone. Wilson knew that better than most. In his line of work, he tended to crush hope rather than foster it on a day to day basis, from giving life expectancies to actually informing someone that no, the treatment wasn’t working as they had hoped. He told people every day that they had this disease that so far no one had been able to really cure, and was going to leave them at the mercy of time and luck, both things that cannot be controlled or manipulated in any way.
He knew better than most that hope was something reserved for the strongest of souls, usually that of the children, who had yet to be jaded by what the world had to offer, and it was going to take a hell of a lot to drag them down. They were considered brave, heroic even. Hope made them stronger in the face of adversity; and it was considered admirable in the eyes of everyone else. In the eyes of society, crushing a child’s hope was probably as close to first degree murder as you could get without actually killing anyone.
Hope had an even finer line when it came to adults. Be too hopeful and you were overly eager, and naïve. Have no hope at all, and you were pessimistic and a misanthrope. It was a fine line you had to walk between looking on the bright side and being realistic. It was also less damaging—or at least considered to be—when it came down to crushing an adults hope. You were telling them to be realistic, or letting them down gently. However, in Wilson’s mind, they were exactly the same, if not it being worse to crush an adult’s hope.
Because every adult was a child once, who looked at the world as though everyone had some good in them. To a child, the world was one of fairies and magic, where things didn’t happen the way science had informed them, they just happened. Thunder wasn’t pockets of warm and cold air colliding, it was the angels bowling, and if you wished hard enough, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell would land on your bedroom window and whisk you away to Neverland. That child was still laying dormant in everyone, and when things finally started to go their way, they came out again, seeing the world as a brighter place and one where people we basically good again. There was a happy twinkle in their eye, a bounce in their step, and they were just happy, something so rare in a day and age where everyone was just fine.
And he had started to see that pep, that bounce, in Dr. Lisa Cuddy.
He didn’t know how long ago he had started to notice it, or what the reason was, but he did notice that she was more hopeful. Her smile was a little wider, her eyes had a bit more of a sparkle to them. This unknown change in demeanor was not unwelcome, at least on his end, and he was happy to see the new and improved Cuddy around. Hope suited her.
And then slowly but surely, the twinkle started to fade and the smile started to shrink. But it was still there. And was there until he walked into her office and found her in tears over something House had said. Something that wasn’t stupid, pointless, and senseless. Something he knew he would hit home with her. And he didn’t hold back. Wilson watched as one of the strongest women he knew fell apart in front of him, all for what he knew House would later consider a throw away comment to go with all his other snark.
He wanted to believe that House didn’t know how much it would hurt. He wanted to believe that House was just doing this because he was pissed about not being in total control of the case. But he knew in the back of his mind that it was because he was detoxing and he was lashing out at whoever happened to piss him off first. And unfortunately it was a dagger to Cuddy’s stomach, for what, in the end, was going to be no reason.
He crushed had crushed her hope, purely for the reason that he was hurting, and he wanted her to hurt too. And he knew just which knife to twist. And Wilson could see through her tears that the little fairy-believing girl was dying inside, and he wanted to fix it. He wanted to try and bring that little girl back. But words were hollow excuses to try and fix something that he couldn’t. Because it wasn’t the fact that House had said them. It was that Cuddy believed them as well.
And try as he might, there was nothing he could do to fix that.
Title: Crushing Hope
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: James Wilson/Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House
house_fest Prompt: 27. Secretly, every grown woman was once a little girl who believed in faeries. Content Warning: Slight spoilers for "Finding Judas."
Summary: Crushing someone’s hope was really one of the worst things you could do to someone.
Author's Note: I hope this passes for Wilson/Cuddy. Or at least unrequited Wilson/Cuddy. Because I suck at het when it comes to this fandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox.
Crushing someone’s hope was really one of the worst things you could do to someone. Wilson knew that better than most. In his line of work, he tended to crush hope rather than foster it on a day to day basis, from giving life expectancies to actually informing someone that no, the treatment wasn’t working as they had hoped. He told people every day that they had this disease that so far no one had been able to really cure, and was going to leave them at the mercy of time and luck, both things that cannot be controlled or manipulated in any way.
He knew better than most that hope was something reserved for the strongest of souls, usually that of the children, who had yet to be jaded by what the world had to offer, and it was going to take a hell of a lot to drag them down. They were considered brave, heroic even. Hope made them stronger in the face of adversity; and it was considered admirable in the eyes of everyone else. In the eyes of society, crushing a child’s hope was probably as close to first degree murder as you could get without actually killing anyone.
Hope had an even finer line when it came to adults. Be too hopeful and you were overly eager, and naïve. Have no hope at all, and you were pessimistic and a misanthrope. It was a fine line you had to walk between looking on the bright side and being realistic. It was also less damaging—or at least considered to be—when it came down to crushing an adults hope. You were telling them to be realistic, or letting them down gently. However, in Wilson’s mind, they were exactly the same, if not it being worse to crush an adult’s hope.
Because every adult was a child once, who looked at the world as though everyone had some good in them. To a child, the world was one of fairies and magic, where things didn’t happen the way science had informed them, they just happened. Thunder wasn’t pockets of warm and cold air colliding, it was the angels bowling, and if you wished hard enough, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell would land on your bedroom window and whisk you away to Neverland. That child was still laying dormant in everyone, and when things finally started to go their way, they came out again, seeing the world as a brighter place and one where people we basically good again. There was a happy twinkle in their eye, a bounce in their step, and they were just happy, something so rare in a day and age where everyone was just fine.
And he had started to see that pep, that bounce, in Dr. Lisa Cuddy.
He didn’t know how long ago he had started to notice it, or what the reason was, but he did notice that she was more hopeful. Her smile was a little wider, her eyes had a bit more of a sparkle to them. This unknown change in demeanor was not unwelcome, at least on his end, and he was happy to see the new and improved Cuddy around. Hope suited her.
And then slowly but surely, the twinkle started to fade and the smile started to shrink. But it was still there. And was there until he walked into her office and found her in tears over something House had said. Something that wasn’t stupid, pointless, and senseless. Something he knew he would hit home with her. And he didn’t hold back. Wilson watched as one of the strongest women he knew fell apart in front of him, all for what he knew House would later consider a throw away comment to go with all his other snark.
He wanted to believe that House didn’t know how much it would hurt. He wanted to believe that House was just doing this because he was pissed about not being in total control of the case. But he knew in the back of his mind that it was because he was detoxing and he was lashing out at whoever happened to piss him off first. And unfortunately it was a dagger to Cuddy’s stomach, for what, in the end, was going to be no reason.
He crushed had crushed her hope, purely for the reason that he was hurting, and he wanted her to hurt too. And he knew just which knife to twist. And Wilson could see through her tears that the little fairy-believing girl was dying inside, and he wanted to fix it. He wanted to try and bring that little girl back. But words were hollow excuses to try and fix something that he couldn’t. Because it wasn’t the fact that House had said them. It was that Cuddy believed them as well.
And try as he might, there was nothing he could do to fix that.
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My mom and I were just talking about how we liked Wilson better in earlier seasons, but seeing this reminded me that even though he may do stupid things, he is, at heart, a decent guy. Maybe even a good guy. And I think you nailed that.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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Have no hope at all, and you were pessimistic and a misogynist.
A misogynist is someone who dislikes women. Maybe you were thinking of the word "misanthrope" - someone who dislikes the human race? Just the nitpicker in me pointing it out. :-)
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thank you for pointing that out. i thought that didn't feel right.
but i'm glad you liked it.