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storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 11:34 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 11:34 pm
Back Again (Wilson & Yuuko gen)
Title: Back Again
Crossover: xxxHOLiC
Length: 363 words
Prompt: icon meme: Wilson/Yuuko
Pairing: House/Wilson implied; Yuuko and Wilson gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "This is getting expensive for you, isn't it, Dr. Wilson?" she said after a long moment.
"Back again, I see," the Japanese woman said and Wilson felt his bladder tighten with surprise. It wasn't that he meant to-- he didn't mean to visit her at all-- it was just... he'd tried to explain it to her, tried to understand how he could get to Japan overnight and back again the next day, but she seemed to understand. Not only that, but she wouldn't explain it to him.
"I guess so," he said, and waited. There was some sort of etiquette to this. After a moment the Japanese woman raised a perfect eyebrow and yelled, "Watanuki!"
Wilson hadn't seen this Watanuki before and was trying to decide if he'd somehow insulted her into cussing in her own language when a tall boy appeared, his face sour. She gave him some instructions, speaking low in her own language, and he left again.
"This is getting expensive for you, isn't it, Dr. Wilson?" she said after a long moment. She reached down from her langurous perch on the divan and grabbed her cup of tea, giving him a very good view down her barely substantial dress. He flushed and didn't move.
"You shouldn't waste your wishes on someone who won't appreciate them," she said. He sighed. "I know."
It wasn't like he meant to come back. He thought.
Watanuki returned and handed Yuuko a knife with a long, thin blade. Wilson watched it gleam in the light, feeling helpless. Is this what she would require of him this time? Is this why she said this was getting expensive?
"Hold out your hand," she said. He shut his eyes and did, expecting the sharpness, but she set the knife in his hand without cutting him. It was ridiculously cold, as if it had been in a freezer.
"What is this for?" he asked.
"When you come back," she said carefully, "then you will pay me. Bring me something you find there."
"Back from where?" he asked and she smiled.
"You're going to chase him, of course, aren't you? Bring me something good."
Dazed, trying not to contemplate what she was saying, Wilson stumbled toward the door.
"Next time, let him come himself," she called as he left, and Wilson wished that he could let that happen.
Crossover: xxxHOLiC
Length: 363 words
Prompt: icon meme: Wilson/Yuuko
Pairing: House/Wilson implied; Yuuko and Wilson gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "This is getting expensive for you, isn't it, Dr. Wilson?" she said after a long moment.
"Back again, I see," the Japanese woman said and Wilson felt his bladder tighten with surprise. It wasn't that he meant to-- he didn't mean to visit her at all-- it was just... he'd tried to explain it to her, tried to understand how he could get to Japan overnight and back again the next day, but she seemed to understand. Not only that, but she wouldn't explain it to him.
"I guess so," he said, and waited. There was some sort of etiquette to this. After a moment the Japanese woman raised a perfect eyebrow and yelled, "Watanuki!"
Wilson hadn't seen this Watanuki before and was trying to decide if he'd somehow insulted her into cussing in her own language when a tall boy appeared, his face sour. She gave him some instructions, speaking low in her own language, and he left again.
"This is getting expensive for you, isn't it, Dr. Wilson?" she said after a long moment. She reached down from her langurous perch on the divan and grabbed her cup of tea, giving him a very good view down her barely substantial dress. He flushed and didn't move.
"You shouldn't waste your wishes on someone who won't appreciate them," she said. He sighed. "I know."
It wasn't like he meant to come back. He thought.
Watanuki returned and handed Yuuko a knife with a long, thin blade. Wilson watched it gleam in the light, feeling helpless. Is this what she would require of him this time? Is this why she said this was getting expensive?
"Hold out your hand," she said. He shut his eyes and did, expecting the sharpness, but she set the knife in his hand without cutting him. It was ridiculously cold, as if it had been in a freezer.
"What is this for?" he asked.
"When you come back," she said carefully, "then you will pay me. Bring me something you find there."
"Back from where?" he asked and she smiled.
"You're going to chase him, of course, aren't you? Bring me something good."
Dazed, trying not to contemplate what she was saying, Wilson stumbled toward the door.
"Next time, let him come himself," she called as he left, and Wilson wished that he could let that happen.