FIC: Bad News
Apr. 12th, 2005 01:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meg_tdjWell, here it is. Fair warning - this fic sucks bigtime. My brain really isn't geared to write these days, so I don't even feel I got the characters right. *sigh* It didn't help that it's from Chase's pov. I kinda hate his guts at the moment, but the muse wouldn't let me go with any other pov! Stupid muse...
Anyway, here it is. Go easy on me if you hate it, but I hope you do like it anyway!
Title: Bad News
Author: MegTDJ
Category: Humour
Rating: K+ (the new PG)
Pairing: None
Spoilers: Slight for the House ep Detox; slight for Stargate SG-1 season 9 regarding casting changes, but most Stargate fans know this particular spoiler anyway.
Summary: Who knew that House was a Stargate fan?
Disclaimer: House, Stargate SG-1, and their characters are not mine. The story itself is, however, so please don’t archive without my permission.
Author’s notes: It’s kind of necessary that you know what Stargate SG-1 is all about in order to understand this fic. It isn’t really a crossover, but the whole thing basically revolves around Stargate, and wouldn’t really make much sense to you if you’ve never seen it. It addresses the changes that are going to come in the show’s ninth season.
Set somewhere between Detox and Control.
Just to warn you – this is far from being my best fan fiction. Please forgive me if it royally sucks. It’s just something silly that my muse wanted me to write, even though I explained to her again and again that my mind was too fuzzy to attempt writing anything. Blame her. ;)
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Bad News
His mother once told him he was likely to forget his head somewhere if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders. Robert shook his head in disgust. He thought he’d outgrown that tendency, but it seemed that he hadn’t. He couldn’t believe he’d made it all the way to the elevator before he realized he’d left his lab coat behind.
“You guys go ahead,” he said, backing away as Foreman and Cameron entered the elevator. “I’ll meet you in the lab.”
Before they had time to question him, he jogged off down the hall back to their office. There was his coat, hanging over the back of his chair right where he’d left it. Their short brainstorm session had ended so abruptly with House ordering the three of them off to run more extensive tests on their current patient that he hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t wearing it. He hoped he wasn’t becoming absentminded in his old age.
Just as he was shrugging into it again, he heard what sounded like a cry of pain coming from House’s office. The door between the two rooms was closed, so he swung it open and rushed over to House’s desk.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the sight of House slumped over his computer keyboard filling him with a momentary feeling of panic. Was he having a heart attack or something?
House groaned and lifted his head a little. “I’m fine. Go away,” he grumbled.
In House talk, that could mean anything from, “I’m fine, so leave me alone before I snap your head off,” to, “I’m dying, please help me.” Robert wasn’t sure yet which it was in this particular case.
“Are you sure?”
House snapped himself back up to a proper sitting position and hit a key to diminish whatever window he’d been looking at on his computer. Then he turned and pointed a glare in Robert’s direction. “I’m positive. I’m… I’m just peachy.”
Robert frowned in confusion as House winced and bit his lip. He’d never seen him looking so upset before. “Peachy? You look like you’re in pain or something.” Sudden flashbacks to the Vicodin detox fiasco flooded into his mind then and made him shudder. “You haven’t stopped taking your Vicodin again, have you?”
House shot him one of his ‘don’t be such an idiot’ looks. “Of course not,” he said. “I just… found out some bad news, that’s all. Did I already tell you to go away? I forget.”
Robert rolled his eyes. “You did, but I wasn’t listening,” he said. Then he did one of the bravest things he’d ever done – “Anything you want to talk about?”
At first he thought House was going to brush him off with another sarcastic remark and an order to get back to work, but then a surprising thing happened. House swung his head from side to side, slapped his hand down on his desk, and then with a pleading look on his face, he said, “Jack’s leaving!”
Robert’s mind ran a quick search, looking for any Jacks that worked at the hospital, but all he came up with was Dr. Jack McGrath in obstetrics. Somehow, he just couldn’t see House caring whether he was leaving or not. “Jack?” he asked. “Jack who?”
“Jack O’Neill,” House said, making it seem as though he should have known that without asking. “Richard Dean Anderson. He’s leaving SG-1!”
Robert could only stare at him in confused silence.
House noted this and snorted. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“O…kay.”
“Stargate SG-1. Best sci-fi show ever. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of it.”
Robert opened his mouth to say something, but he knew that whatever he said would just get thrown back in his face anyway. He’d never heard the word ‘stargate’ in his life.
House shot him a disgusted look. “Where the hell have you been the last eight years?” he demanded. “Don’t you ever watch TV?”
“Not very often, no,” Robert said somewhat defensively. “I’ve had more important things to do the last few years, like becoming a doctor, saving lives…”
“Oh please, nothing’s more important than kicking back and relaxing in front of the boob tube.”
Robert had to stifle a laugh at that. “Boob tube?”
“You really need to stay in more, you know that?” House said as he pushed his chair back from the desk and rose to his feet. “Stargate SG-1 is one of the best shows on television… or at least it was. How it could possibly survive without Jack O’Neill is beyond me.”
Robert slowly followed as House limped through to the adjoining office. “He’s important, is he?” he asked, only half caring.
House stopped dead in his tracks and spun around to face him. “Important?! Jack O’Neill is the god of sarcasm and all-around jackass behaviour. He’s my hero! Stargate without Jack will be…” He sighed and shook his head. “I can’t even imagine. So much for Sci-Fi Friday, that’s all I can say.”
Robert shook his head and decided not to press the issue further. As he left the office, however, he heard House mumbling to himself, “First Janet and now Jack. I wonder if anyone’s started a ‘Save Jack O’Neill’ campaign. Worked for Daniel...”
A wave of dread washed over him as he hurried off down the hall. Whoever this Jack O’Neill was, he got the feeling that his absence would make Dr. House even grumpier than ever.
Heaven help them.
THE END
Anyway, here it is. Go easy on me if you hate it, but I hope you do like it anyway!
Title: Bad News
Author: MegTDJ
Category: Humour
Rating: K+ (the new PG)
Pairing: None
Spoilers: Slight for the House ep Detox; slight for Stargate SG-1 season 9 regarding casting changes, but most Stargate fans know this particular spoiler anyway.
Summary: Who knew that House was a Stargate fan?
Disclaimer: House, Stargate SG-1, and their characters are not mine. The story itself is, however, so please don’t archive without my permission.
Author’s notes: It’s kind of necessary that you know what Stargate SG-1 is all about in order to understand this fic. It isn’t really a crossover, but the whole thing basically revolves around Stargate, and wouldn’t really make much sense to you if you’ve never seen it. It addresses the changes that are going to come in the show’s ninth season.
Set somewhere between Detox and Control.
Just to warn you – this is far from being my best fan fiction. Please forgive me if it royally sucks. It’s just something silly that my muse wanted me to write, even though I explained to her again and again that my mind was too fuzzy to attempt writing anything. Blame her. ;)
Bad News
His mother once told him he was likely to forget his head somewhere if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders. Robert shook his head in disgust. He thought he’d outgrown that tendency, but it seemed that he hadn’t. He couldn’t believe he’d made it all the way to the elevator before he realized he’d left his lab coat behind.
“You guys go ahead,” he said, backing away as Foreman and Cameron entered the elevator. “I’ll meet you in the lab.”
Before they had time to question him, he jogged off down the hall back to their office. There was his coat, hanging over the back of his chair right where he’d left it. Their short brainstorm session had ended so abruptly with House ordering the three of them off to run more extensive tests on their current patient that he hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t wearing it. He hoped he wasn’t becoming absentminded in his old age.
Just as he was shrugging into it again, he heard what sounded like a cry of pain coming from House’s office. The door between the two rooms was closed, so he swung it open and rushed over to House’s desk.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the sight of House slumped over his computer keyboard filling him with a momentary feeling of panic. Was he having a heart attack or something?
House groaned and lifted his head a little. “I’m fine. Go away,” he grumbled.
In House talk, that could mean anything from, “I’m fine, so leave me alone before I snap your head off,” to, “I’m dying, please help me.” Robert wasn’t sure yet which it was in this particular case.
“Are you sure?”
House snapped himself back up to a proper sitting position and hit a key to diminish whatever window he’d been looking at on his computer. Then he turned and pointed a glare in Robert’s direction. “I’m positive. I’m… I’m just peachy.”
Robert frowned in confusion as House winced and bit his lip. He’d never seen him looking so upset before. “Peachy? You look like you’re in pain or something.” Sudden flashbacks to the Vicodin detox fiasco flooded into his mind then and made him shudder. “You haven’t stopped taking your Vicodin again, have you?”
House shot him one of his ‘don’t be such an idiot’ looks. “Of course not,” he said. “I just… found out some bad news, that’s all. Did I already tell you to go away? I forget.”
Robert rolled his eyes. “You did, but I wasn’t listening,” he said. Then he did one of the bravest things he’d ever done – “Anything you want to talk about?”
At first he thought House was going to brush him off with another sarcastic remark and an order to get back to work, but then a surprising thing happened. House swung his head from side to side, slapped his hand down on his desk, and then with a pleading look on his face, he said, “Jack’s leaving!”
Robert’s mind ran a quick search, looking for any Jacks that worked at the hospital, but all he came up with was Dr. Jack McGrath in obstetrics. Somehow, he just couldn’t see House caring whether he was leaving or not. “Jack?” he asked. “Jack who?”
“Jack O’Neill,” House said, making it seem as though he should have known that without asking. “Richard Dean Anderson. He’s leaving SG-1!”
Robert could only stare at him in confused silence.
House noted this and snorted. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“O…kay.”
“Stargate SG-1. Best sci-fi show ever. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of it.”
Robert opened his mouth to say something, but he knew that whatever he said would just get thrown back in his face anyway. He’d never heard the word ‘stargate’ in his life.
House shot him a disgusted look. “Where the hell have you been the last eight years?” he demanded. “Don’t you ever watch TV?”
“Not very often, no,” Robert said somewhat defensively. “I’ve had more important things to do the last few years, like becoming a doctor, saving lives…”
“Oh please, nothing’s more important than kicking back and relaxing in front of the boob tube.”
Robert had to stifle a laugh at that. “Boob tube?”
“You really need to stay in more, you know that?” House said as he pushed his chair back from the desk and rose to his feet. “Stargate SG-1 is one of the best shows on television… or at least it was. How it could possibly survive without Jack O’Neill is beyond me.”
Robert slowly followed as House limped through to the adjoining office. “He’s important, is he?” he asked, only half caring.
House stopped dead in his tracks and spun around to face him. “Important?! Jack O’Neill is the god of sarcasm and all-around jackass behaviour. He’s my hero! Stargate without Jack will be…” He sighed and shook his head. “I can’t even imagine. So much for Sci-Fi Friday, that’s all I can say.”
Robert shook his head and decided not to press the issue further. As he left the office, however, he heard House mumbling to himself, “First Janet and now Jack. I wonder if anyone’s started a ‘Save Jack O’Neill’ campaign. Worked for Daniel...”
A wave of dread washed over him as he hurried off down the hall. Whoever this Jack O’Neill was, he got the feeling that his absence would make Dr. House even grumpier than ever.
Heaven help them.
THE END
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Date: 2005-04-12 11:28 pm (UTC)No, it was cute. I think the characters might have been a little out of character, but I've only seen four eps so I am not one to judge. When it comes to humor fics, though, that is one area where I am a little lenient. Since humor is humor, the characters don't have to be completly 100%. It's just a bonus if they are. Though, there was one line that made me think it had it spot on. That line when he says "I forget." :)
But it was a cute little story. Poor House. I feel his pain.
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Date: 2005-04-13 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-12 02:28 pm (UTC)Loved it.
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Date: 2005-04-13 02:11 am (UTC)See Meg? I told you it was good! :)
~Misty