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...But first - why you should be watching Scrubs: http://youtube.com/watch?v=jo-E6NEsLqE "You better have a reason for stealing my man's badonka donk donk."

And here's a new oneshot!

Title: Extra-Sensory Perception
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Notes: There is nothing in the fandom that is quite as wonderful and reassuring as a beta. I lucky enough to have three assisting me in this fic - ayden_brooks, enigma731, and 2546. You guys are truly wonderful.
Summary: "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." (Helen Keller) After circumstances force Wilson to view his life differently, he, House, and Cuddy realize that the bond they share runs deeper than any of them thought.



Sight

He has become very good at playing blind: There are not tired smudges under his eyes or fine wrinkles at the corners of his lips. There are not divorce proceedings on his desk. House did not gulp down an extra Vicodin today. Wilson knows that these things will exist whether he sees them or not and yet there is something untouchably and perpetually exquisite about the dark, about shadows that spill onto the facts.

And he has grown fond of the dusk: For him, it is the easiest time of day – the only few minutes when he has something to look forward to. There is something comforting about time hovering undecidedly between light and dark, of the last beams of the sun’s bright rays receding to the horizon. As he watches undefined silhouettes chase away the final traces of day, Wilson feels a sort of insubstantial peace – it is not enough, but it is what he has.

Sometimes, though, he puts on his glasses. There are tumors and treatments that require an eye that notices details. These are things he can’t ignore even though he so wants to. There is a scar where too many volts of electricity kissed House’s palm, and he is clearly needed, but he has lost at his own game. The need is real and viruses splash through House’s veins and Wilson doesn’t know how to stop it - this terrible chain.

He so wishes he could not see it.

Then one morning, he wakes up to a fleeting flash of pain behind his own eyes and suddenly - the choice is no longer his to make.


Sound

What Wilson doesn’t hear is the quiet murmur of the engine of House’s car or the frustrated blend of sarcasm and worry in his voice or a comforting word that has slipped in accidentally: It has all been drowned out by the unnecessary blare of the ambulance he is riding and the pointless, reassuring things the EMS lady tells him. What he hears is the gurgling, outgoing ring of House’s cell, replaying over and over in his mind, because House did not pick up his phone – three times. What he hears is the number you have dialed is not available because House is on speed dial, but his fingers can’t seem to find where the nine and one buttons are.

What he hears is that his eyes are swollen and that Dr. Cameron will be seeing you in a minute. The cushions beneath him shift and make a sort of suffocating sound every time he moves, and he does not remember what color they are or what he wore to bed last night. He does not know what entrance he was brought in through, or what room he is in now. He does not know anything at all.

There is a quiet clink as the privacy curtain is opened and he feels gentle tapping on his shoulder. “Dr. Wilson?” Cameron begins, trying and failing to sound confident and unperturbed by Wilson’s presence. “What happened this morning?”

He recounts his story for her but it all comes down to this one sordid fact: “I can’t see.”

There is a small clicking sound, and he imagines that she is shining a light into his eyes, but he already knows that he is unresponsive. “Dr. Wilson, if you would prefer to be treated by a doctor you don’t know-” Cameron is all good intentions and gentleness and a carefulness not to tread to closely, but she is not what Wilson needs right now.

“I’m already here,” he replies. “Everyone will know by the end of the day. If you don’t know what this is, you might as well--”

“You’re presenting a classic case of Acute Angle Glaucoma,” Cameron interrupts briskly: She is so smart, Wilson thinks, but so not there yet. She is too easily touched, but isn’t this the problem everybody has? “I’m going to call in an ophthalmologist to confirm. If you have any other symptoms or if you would prefer to get House’s opinion, I can get him right now.” Cameron is clinical and impersonal; if he could see her, he could convince himself that she too is a lie – he is so sure, but completely dependent on old impressions now, and he begins to think that he might never truly meet someone ever again.

It is not the worst thing in the world.

“Go ahead,” he tells Cameron. “But if you’re right, move quickly. The intraocular pressure--”

But the curtain swishes shut: He did not see her leave.

*

“It’s too bad you’re already blind,” House says as soon as he enters the room. “Because Cuddy showed up for work completely naked today.” Wilson waits for the sound of the door closing, but it doesn’t come and he imagines Cameron hovering there, worrying, because she can’t stop herself.

“How are you doing, Wilson?” Cuddy asks; her voice is closer to Wilson than House’s is. And it is confirmed: There is a caring hand on his shoulder, cool fingernails at the base of his neck. This is a new sensation, and Wilson can feel it all over his body.

“He’s disappointed,” House answers her. “Duh.”

“Oh, shut up, House. Cameron, could you order a tonometry please?”

“That’s not going to confirm anything,” House cuts in. “Get a gonioscopy. Also, test to see if Wilson is actually an old Eskimo woman.”

“That’s just the usual demographic, it can still occur in--”

“Cameron, just do it,” Cuddy orders.

She’s the only one who has indicated any level of concern, and Wilson takes what he can get.

*

What he hears is Chase genially asking if he’s ever been on this side of a surgery and the dull clatter of tools against a sterile tray. What he hears is that a laser iridotomy is the best way to treat acute angle glaucoma, and his own voice asking if it’s nice to not be working for House anymore. What he hears is he, Wilson, asking if Chase thinks the hospital will truly implode if the rumors are true and House and Cuddy are sleeping together.

What he hears is Chase’s reply fading into a quiet white noise, a buzzing black hole that has eaten all the sounds in the room. What he hears is total silence, and he lets another sense fall away.


Taste

There was a risk, of course.

This is how Chase described it: A retinal perforation. It means that his retina has torn, and he has been told to expect blurred vision, swelling, headaches, pain… and blindness. And as the symptoms are read off to him, with robotic sympathy, Wilson wonders what will happen if he waits to get the corrective surgery – if he spends a little more time in the dark.

He does not have a choice about this either. There’s this university in Texas that is testing out a new way to perform a cyrothermy: There are smarter, more accurate lasers, fresh blood. The waiting list is a year; Cuddy pulls some strings and Wilson will be flying down in a week and a half. He will live on borrowed time and that night, as House fumbles with the roll-out couch, Wilson could swear that he hears a ticking clock.

At around midnight, it is replaced by Wilson’s internal alarm: There is a quiet, metallic disturbance at the door. The lock is opened and Wilson, frozen on the sofa, listens as someone quietly pads across House’s apartment and steps into his bedroom.

“He’s sleeping, right?” Wilson is instantly at ease; it is only Cuddy.

“Probably, don’t worry about it.” House’s voice is low and husky and secretive – clearly meant only for Cuddy. Wilson knows that he is silently intruding and it feels perverted, but in the right way: A thirteen year-old concentrating on the outline of a girl’s bra; staring at the freckles that trail up her skirt… But Wilson is a grown-up now, and it’s different. Lonelier.

“I hope you’re ri--” Cuddy begins, but the rest of the word is swallowed up by a low moan and the clipped sound the door makes as it shuts.

*

Yesterday when he woke up, he felt only a strike of pain. Today, it is something warm at his feet. Reflexively, Wilson opens his eyes but he is reminded of his sickness and for the first time, feels a twinge of resentment. He has gotten what he wanted, but the problems themselves are still there, prickling at his other senses. He has just given up his most valuable one.

“Hello?” he asks, wiggling his toes inside his socks and sitting up.

“Wilson!” Cuddy exclaims. “I didn’t realize you were awake,” she says in a sniffling, lower voice.

He is pleased to learn that some of his powers of observation haven’t faded. “What’d he do?” His voice is kind and sympathetic; Wilson is good at this – shifting the blame early on, making the interrogated feel comfortable. He’s not so much a natural conversationalist as a natural detective.

“Oh, G/d. He’s told you, hasn’t he? You’ve known all along.” She pauses, and Wilson lets her believe that this is the truth: He really does know this much about House, he really is this welcome in his friend’s life.

“It’s just,” Cuddy says in a defeated voice. “…It’s just not how I thought it’d be. Stupid, right? He’ll never be nice. Or at least nicer than he is right now.”

“Does it matter?” Wilson asks before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. But it’s the truth: They do not like House because there is an underlying suspicion that he has a heart of gold. There is something dark about him, something wholly fascinating and chilling and unabashedly real. And it’s attractive to people like him and Cuddy, people who push those feelings down.

“No,” she responds in a wry voice. “It really doesn’t. In fact, I like the nastiness. I like that he’s right about everything. Because – I don’t know, I get where it’s coming from. But sometimes, being with him, it’s like I don’t even need a personality or thoughts or emotions because-”

“Because House can verbalize it all for you, and he can do it better,” Wilson finishes quietly. “And you can never really ignore it. Or move on.”

“Yes,” Cuddy agrees, her voice holding a relieved tone. There is a quiet slapping sound, and he imagines her hands cradling her face. Wilson pushes his blanket aside and moves towards her, his arms flailing a little bit but finally, he finds her shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze. Cuddy sighs, and Wilson feels the rise and sink of it in his palm, in the nerves of his fingers.

Cuddy leans her face into his for a brief second, kisses his cheek in gratitude, and gets up to leave. “House has a case, so who knows when he’ll be back, but call if you need anything,” she says, her voice indicating that she is far away from him. “And… thanks for the talk.”

As he listens to her footsteps growing quieter and quieter, Wilson does not think about the fact that he has no way of calling her if he does need something, or the fact that he will probably have extreme difficulty in preparing breakfast for himself, or the fact that he will probably wind up spending the rest of the day on this couch. All he can think about is the salty taste of Cuddy’s tears at the corner of his lip, and this consumes everything else.

It’s nice, he thinks, to have a sympathetic ear.


Smell

Wilson thinks of the impulsive idea one week later, when he grabs what feels like a bottle of water, but tastes like beer. House is not home, not yet, but Wilson can wait: He has played this game before. He makes his way to the kitchen table, and it is not terribly difficult anymore: Wilson is good at guessing now, good at judging what he cannot see but what he knows, and he is good at estimating himself: His volume, his spatial worth.

(He hopes, because what if he’s wrong?)

But this discussion has been a long time coming, he reminds himself. It’s a sick cycle he and House and Cuddy are in: Hurting, giving, feeding into each others’ abnormalities… It’s not healthy, and it has to be broken. And House is the only one with that power.

There is a quiet noise at the door now, and “Honey, I’m home!” House sometimes sounds as though he has three footsteps: Left, right, and cane. Wilson has heard that sound for so many years that he is unable to tell them apart, and it’s normal but he can’t help but dissect it in his mind. Everything relates to the triumvirate now, and he would not be completely shocked if he learned the universe really does revolve around them.

“Pregnant teenager,” House says, smelling oddly greasy. “25 weeks. She has flu-like symptoms, she’s hypertensive, and has a history of dyspnea. She has a pulmonary edema and sinus tachycardia with bilateral enlargement. The E.R. diagnosed her with preeclampsia.”

“And?” Wilson asks, knowing that he has to play House’s game first before House will join in his.

“And Cameron ordered a TTE, which revealed severe stenosis. That’s when she was sent up to us. This all happened this morning; I still have no clue what’s wrong with her. Here, I brought pizza.”

That explains the greasy smell. There is a quiet, awkward pause when House opens the lid and Wilson tries to grab a slice, but ends up pressing his palm into the pie. “Damn it,” he murmurs, gripping the crust now. “Got it,” he says, unnecessarily, in a louder voice.

“I see,” House mutters, and there is a sudden prickling on the back of his neck and his forearms. Wilson is suddenly terribly aware that House is watching, studying, and color flushes his cheeks.

“House,” Wilson says quietly, his confidence quickly fading. “You should be treating her better.”

Cuddy is the best place to start, Wilson thinks, because it’s clear to him that House seems to truly care about her. She is the one that can inspire House to be a little better, even if she can’t verbally convince him to do so. She is the one who House may be willing to change for: She is the one who has something new and undiscovered; she still has secrets. Her and House’s relationship – whatever it is – is a foreign thing in House’s universe. She is fascinating, but she is also something else – something a little bit more special.

“I know,” House admits quietly, and Wilson nearly falls out of his chair. “That’s why I have you,” he adds.

*

House’s patient goes into labor at two in the morning and Cuddy, who had arrived at eleven, sits silently with Wilson on the couch for a long time without saying anything. House has told her, too.

“He really does care about you,” Wilson tells her. “That’s why--”

“Shut up.” She sighs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

Wilson’s curiosity gets the better of him because, honestly, what knowledge won’t he indulge himself in now? “What – what did he say to you?”

There is a soft thunk! as Cuddy leans into the cushions, and she makes some sort of half-sobbing, half-choking sound. “He said that… that he wants me, but that I could do better and I told him that – G/d, what was I thinkingdo want him, but I want something more too.”

“He’s not enough,” Wilson says so quietly he wonders if the words have actually left his mouth. “And we aren’t either.”

“I know!” Cuddy laughs wryly, almost drunkenly. “We’d be perfect for each other, except there’ll always be something missing.”

But then she stops laughing, because they both know who the missing link is.

*

This is the part when they stupidly kiss, Wilson thinks, if it weren’t for the vast futility of it all. House isn’t the one with the power; the one who can walk away is the one with the power. And yet – none of them can walk away because this feeling that they share – this huge, indefinable feeling – is hungry and gnawing at every other emotion they have, but it is better than nothing. He, House, and Cuddy are all smart. They have good careers and good backgrounds, but this is not enough.

To function, they rely on each other: Need and give and help. They are coworkers, but more; friends, but more; lovers, but one less…

And they only make sense as three, Wilson thinks, as he hears the door open.

*

House sits across from them, and Wilson is attracted to the scent of alcohol on his breath even though he knows that House drove himself home. “The patient has Shone’s complex,” he says. “Taub missed the coarctation of the aorta on the TTE. What an idiot.”

“And the baby?” Cuddy asks, a hint of anxiety laced into her voice.

“Won’t be born for a while. But when he is, his name will be Gregory.”

“Have you been drinking and driving?” Wilson asks: Seeing was a symptom, he has come to realize, not the real problem. Nothing is masked anymore.

“No,” House lies, but Wilson can tell that House wants to distract them. “Are you going to bed?” he asks, but it is unclear who he is talking to, and that changes everything.


Touch

Why don’t we try something new, Cuddy is saying, and then there is the burn of stubble on Wilson’s face, and teeth grinding lightly against his, lightly snipping at his lips and tongue, but soon replaced House’s
own tongue, wet and smooth. He cannot think or see or even believe and maybe this is better; he can only feel, and this is where his rawest emotions are.

Wilson doesn’t quite remember entering House’s bedroom, but that’s ok: His finger fits perfectly in the camber between Cuddy’s breast and padded rib and when his fingers trail down the slow curve of her shoulder, past fistfuls of hair, and his palm is pressing against her back, he accidently brushes past House’s hand. They are indistinguishable now: He cannot quite tell where he ends and someone else begins. It’s right, somehow – they are an unending tangle of thoughts and wants and now, limbs: It is physical, and that makes it oddly official.

They are more than sex, more than love, more than this, and it’s finally being acknowledged.

But his flight is in the morning, and when they both take him to the airport, and he is acutely aware that something is ending. It is difficult to hear each other over the buzz of travelers, but they are always able to manage.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” Wilson says after it is announced that his flight is boarding. “Hopefully.”

Cuddy laughs and kisses his cheek; Wilson imagines House rolling his eyes. “It’ll go fine,” Cuddy reassures him. “This guy’s the best.”

“Tell the Dallas cheerleaders I say hi,” House tells him. “They’ll remember me.”

“Right,” Wilson says and because he is blind, when he walks away, he is unaware that House and Cuddy are following him still.
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From: (Anonymous)
2007-11-29 12:01 am (UTC)

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I love your writing style, hon! I also love that you have Wilson losing his sight. It allows those other senses to pick up, and you expressed that beautifully. :D *HUGS*
[User Picture]From: tiflissa
2007-11-29 12:02 am (UTC)

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*facepalm* That was me.
[User Picture]From: phinnia
2007-11-29 12:15 am (UTC)

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This is beautiful: I adore House/Wilson/Cuddy fics, and I love your style, it's fantastic. The old eskimo woman comment is classic House (and I love Wilson and Cuddy's little chat.) :-) Nice.
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 12:27 am (UTC)

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Thank you so much! The line was originally "old Asian woman" but I liked Eskimo better. Acute Angle Glaucoma can occur in both, so the joke was in the medicine. :)
[User Picture]From: angelfirenze
2007-11-29 02:17 am (UTC)

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This read a little clunkily in the beginning, but the entire project is lovely. Very descriptive, as far as Wilson's other senses and how he uses them to identify those around him is very richly done and I enjoyed it a great deal. I imagine the tangle is a bit more complicated since Wilson can't see what anyone is doing, but you explained the three of them together so perfectly. *sighs contentedly*
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:36 pm (UTC)

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Thank you! I agree that the beginning was a little awkward - it was exposition, and there's really now way around it. And the "tangle" - heh - notice how I cleverly avoided getting *too* descriptive. It's really just groping, but I imagine that there would be awkward moments of confusion for him. LOL.

Thank you for your review and for your honesty. :)
[User Picture]From: shikabane_mai
2007-11-29 02:27 am (UTC)

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I love this fic, especially the tone and writing style.

The ending, with House and Cuddy following him, was the sweetest ending ever! Your fics are amazing! :)
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:38 pm (UTC)

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You are so sweet to me! Initially, I was worried that the ending was too subtle and it would fall flat, but the alternate wording I had was way too saccharine and what I have is growing on me. :)
[User Picture]From: wasabi_girl1
2007-11-29 02:36 am (UTC)

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Wow, I really liked it. I just...wow. Especially the last line. *loves*
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:39 pm (UTC)

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The last line was my biggest insecurity, so thank you! I have so much appreciation for you taking the time to review and tell me you enjoyed this. :)
[User Picture]From: crumpled_up
2007-11-29 02:46 am (UTC)

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Ahh! YES! OT3 AND BLIND WILSON! Yes. This was excellent. Wilson is still Wilson and he's not defined by his disability, which I think is actually a blessing in disguise. And I like that Wilson still takes the time to comfort Cuddy. And the last part with House and Cuddy following says so much about their relationship. You're right, it is undefinable. The House/Cuddy relationship is too, and I LOVE the way Wilson recognized that Cuddy could be the one person House would change for. This is just so full of love! :D I love it. :D
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:41 pm (UTC)

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crumpled_up, you are absolutely correct when you say that Wilson's disability is a blessing in disguise. At first, he appreciated it for all the wrong reasons - he thought it would cover up the ugly parts of his life, but what it actually did was reveal all the beautiful parts. Isn't irony wonderful? Thank you so much for reviewing and telling me that you enjoyed it; your enthusiasm makes me so happy!
[User Picture]From: directmydesire
2007-11-29 04:32 am (UTC)

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This is really fantastic! I love the longing in the begining and then the feel of acceptance that runs through the rest of it. Like it's not a big deal or life changing or anything...it's just the way things are and will be! Great stuff! :)
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:45 pm (UTC)

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Thank you so much! Wilson *was* happy about his disability but, as I said to the comment above yours, he was happy for all the wrong reasons: He wanted it to hide all the ugly parts of his life, but it ended up revealing all the beautiful parts. Wilson just kept getting more and more nice things to accept about it.

One more thing - I just wanted to clarify that the procedure that Wilson is getting done in Texas will, if successful, correct the blindness. That's why Wilson imagines the ticking clock, he knows he only has a few days or so to enjoy it. :)
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[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:46 pm (UTC)

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The last line was what I was the most worried about, so thank you very much! I'm glad it didn't fall flat for you.
[User Picture]From: wanderlonely
2007-11-29 05:10 pm (UTC)

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Beautiful beautiful OT3 and totally love it. ♥
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 09:47 pm (UTC)

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Your icon is so pretty! Thank you for your review, I'm so glad you took the time to tell me you enjoyed my fic. :)
[User Picture]From: squareorange
2007-11-29 10:26 pm (UTC)

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That last line...guh.

It was so awesome. I love you.
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 11:47 pm (UTC)

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Really? That was the line I was the most nervous about - everyone seems to enjoy that, but I was terrified it would fall flat! Thank you so much for kind words - you have no idea how lovely it is to read.
From: (Anonymous)
2007-11-29 10:29 pm (UTC)

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You should post this on sick_wilson.
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 11:48 pm (UTC)

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I love sick!fics, I didn't realize that there was a whole community for them! Or for one character, anyway. Thanks for the tip, and thanks for commenting! :)
[User Picture]From: thelonegunwoman
2007-11-29 10:46 pm (UTC)

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I second that. It's a wonderful fic, they'd like it there as well.
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-29 11:49 pm (UTC)

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I've never even heard of that community, so thank you! I love sick!fics - I'm thrilled that there's a whole community for them! And thank you for your review, I appreciate it so much!
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[User Picture]From: brandy71
2007-11-30 08:49 am (UTC)

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Wonderful story! I hope when you've finished going through the sick!Wilson archive you'll be ready to write some more.
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-30 08:27 pm (UTC)

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Maybe! I have some more stories somewhere on my LJ if you're interested but for now, thank you so much for your kind review!
[User Picture]From: alemyrddin
2007-11-30 09:06 am (UTC)

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beautiful fic.
I loved how you described their feelings.
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-30 08:28 pm (UTC)

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Thank you so much for your sweet comments!
[User Picture]From: alanwolfmoon
2007-11-30 08:55 pm (UTC)

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very, very nice.
left, right, cane
cuddy, wilson, house.
whee!
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-11-30 09:18 pm (UTC)

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I loved that line - there are certain things the show has that lends itself so wonderfully to fic, and this was one of them. Thank you for reviewing; I appreciate it so much!
[User Picture]From: dr_funbags
2007-12-05 01:02 am (UTC)

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SEE, I TOLD YOU I'D READ IT!!!

Seriously though? Even though I'm not a big fan of House/Cuddy anything, I really enjoyed it. Beautiful tone/emotion throughout it! You've evolved so much from that first fic you posted on ff.net :)

[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-12-05 03:13 am (UTC)

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LOL, I thought you'd forgotten. :)

And holy crap, anything I posted in my early ff "career" was a hot mess of cliches, bad grammar, and just... ugh. Why have you brought up the memories I have worked so hard to repress?!
[User Picture]From: meggy_rodriguez
2007-12-10 09:09 pm (UTC)

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Hi =)
I've tried to send you a message, but it didn't work
I wanted to ask you if I could translate your story, Birth, in my language, italian. If course with credit and a link to your LJ
It's amazing, I've loved it, so I hope you'll let me translate it, for who doesn't know english.
Let me know
Marghe
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-12-10 09:42 pm (UTC)

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I'm so flattered that you'd offer! Yes, of course you may translate my story - as long as you credit me and link to the original version on my LJ. Also, could you please give me a link to the translated version once its up? Thanks. Sorry I didn't get your message before, my email can be wierd sometimes.
[User Picture]From: lhoma320
2007-12-14 05:00 pm (UTC)

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This was such a beautiful story. I love Wilson/House/Cuddy stories and this one was so different then the typical stories. I loved how you described them when they were all together in the bedroom. So sweet and so beautiful. Thanks for sharing that. :)
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-12-14 08:14 pm (UTC)

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Thank you! I always worry that my fic tread on been-there done-that territory, so your comment is especially lovely to read. :) And thank YOU for reviewing!
[User Picture]From: worried_bubble
2007-12-30 07:51 pm (UTC)

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Oh, great story, very moving! :) It could be a great plot in a film, you know, then i could go to cinema finally. (Recent movies seem to suck.)
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2007-12-30 07:59 pm (UTC)

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Thank you! A movie? Wow! LOL, perhaps a video on YouTube. ;) Although I agree that recent movies have been in the less-than-stellar category. Didn't nominations for some award just come out? I was looking at the list, and didn't recognize any film that was mentioned, not even the multiple-nominations.
[User Picture]From: meggy_rodriguez
2008-01-08 05:50 pm (UTC)

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Hi ^^
I am going to read your story, but I'm here because i need to ask you a few things.
I've finished translating your story, but there're a few sentences or words that I don't know how to translate...
1)Their laber is a misnomer: can you explian to me what it means?
2)Stockholm trap: what is it? XD
3)You can't even fall for your own ploys: ?.?
4)Firecrotch: I guess it's a nick name for the nurse, tipically House's style...but how can I translate it? I mean, what's the meaning of the two words put together?
Thanks, and sorry if I'm bothering you ^^
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-01-08 10:10 pm (UTC)

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Not at all! Knowing that someone thinks my fic is worthy enough to be translated is a great feeling, and I'm happy to help in anyway I can. :)

1) "Their label is a misnomer." What Cuddy is saying that the term "warning signs" isn't really true. She wants to be pregnant so badly that she can't see how a pregnancy can be a bad thing. A warning means that something bad is going to happen, so Cuddy thinks that comparing symptoms of pregnancy to a warning is wrong... a misnomer. (A misnomer is something that is untrue. According to Cuddy, it is untrue that a person can be warned of something of a pregnancy, because a pregnancy is such a good thing.) I don't think I'm explaining this well, but I think you can understand what I'm saying.

2) "Stockholm trap." This is a really interesting story: A while ago, in Stockholm, a bunch of people were held hostage, or captive, at a bank by a group of people who were trying to rob the bank. They were captives for six days. When they were freed, they actually stood up for the robbers, even though the robbers had done this horrible thing to them. Stockholm syndrome is when someone shows loyalty to a person taking hostage of them, even if it is dangerous. Cameron is exaggerating (being dramatic) when she says that being married and having kids will be a Stockholm trap, but what's important to get from her feeling is that she knows that she give her career up happily for her family - she can sense the feeling, even though right now (at the end of her pregnancy) she doesn't want to give her job up at all. It's "dangerous" in that a part of her, maybe a part that's been replaced by her family, will be unhappy and know that it's bad, but Cameron won't be able to realize it.

3) "You can't even fall for your own ploys." House was being nasty there! For the whole paragraph he was talking, he was trying to say that Cuddy was only at the hospital so that House would feel bad for her and would invite her to stay with him. When he says "you can't even fall for your own ploys," he means that they both know Cuddy is smarter than that, and can't trick herself into thinking she could trick House.

4) "Firecrotch." Oh, boy. You're going to think I'm really gross for this. I'm sure you know who Lindsay Lohan is but if you don't - she is an actress who is making a mess of her life right now, and it's kind of a joke with the media. She used to be known for her red hair (she changed its color). An old boyfriend of hers was angry at her for at something or other, and said "Lindsay Lohan is a firecrotch" to some reporters. It was on camera, and has been played over and over and over again all year. Remember that the nurse has red hair. The "fire" in firecrotch is the red color of the fire and "crotch" is a slang term for a woman's pubic area. So, a woman with red hair on her head would have red hair...down there. It was a really disgusting phrase and the guy who said it isn't very well liked - and neither is House. But I thought "firecrotch" was a term that he would use.

I have a feeling I've just confused you even more... I don't know about number 3, for for 1, 2, and 4, you can just look those things up online and you'll get a million hits, for sure.
[User Picture]From: meggy_rodriguez
2008-01-09 07:48 pm (UTC)

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No, that's perfect ^^
I'll try to translate them in italian, thanks for the explanation!
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-01-09 10:44 pm (UTC)

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You're very welcome! I can't wait to see the result, I'm really excited about this.
[User Picture]From: meggy_rodriguez
2008-01-17 03:51 pm (UTC)

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Hi ^^
I've finished your fic, and I've posted it here:
http://huddy.forumfree.net/?t=24174871&st=0#lastpost
And you can see, there's a link to your LJ.
I can honestly say that all the people that have read the story have liked it a lot.
They've found it sweet and particular!
[User Picture]From: j_daisy
2008-01-18 02:59 am (UTC)

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Thank you so much! Unfortunately, I am not able to view that page. I registered and activated the account, but I keep getting a message that says I don't have permission to view that page. I got a message from mirthril_88, so hopefully when I contact her back, she will be able to help me. Do you have any ideas?