Let's see if I get this posting-thing right or if you end up with my grocery list LOL
title: answer the frog
author: the unreliable narratress
fandom: House MD
episode/spoiler: references to the end of season 5
characters: House, nameless OC
rating: pg, gen
warning: none I can think of
summary: House and his therapist at Mayfield play a word game that goes suddenly wrong. (mostly dialog, short-oneshot)
a/n: I was bored one night and hit "random article" on the main page of Wikipedia – it showed me an article about pancakes. Widely pancakes are a good thing and foundation of many happy memories, but in this story they are used as a symbol for things lost. The title came from more bored expe-google-tions through the world wild net.
disclaimer: I have to feed a seven year old wabbit and a half a year old computer so please don't sue me. Seriously: I hope the idea to this story is mine, but I do not intend to touch the rights of the owner of the characters from House MD I've used. No moneymaking, no offence meant.
"I'll throw you a word and you give me the first answer that comes to mind."
House snorts. "Please, I'm sure I remember the rules from kindergarten. Can we just get it over with?"
"Sun."
"Rain."
"Vicodin."
"Lecture."
"Friend."
"Tie."
"Love."
"Oh, the big guns already."
"If you feel uncomfortable with a word, just tell me so and we continue with the next. There is no need to deflect."
" - - - "
"Let's give it another try, okay? Love."
"Isn't it a bit unprofessional, calling a patient 'love'?"
"Love."
"Trivial."
"Pancake."
" - - - "
"Greg? Is there a problem?"
"Pancake is batter fried in a pan."
"Not a definition, Greg. Just answer from the top of your head."
"It's also a pass technique in volleyball."
"I meant…"
"There is a thing called pancake block in American football."
"All right, let's just move on to another word…"
"A pancake landing is an emergency aircraft landing manoeuvre."
"Greg, there is no reason to get agitated. It is only a game. Calm down."
"In professional wrestling, a pancake is another name for the professional wrestling manoeuvre Flapjack."
"Try to calm down, Greg."
"Pancakes is a ring juggling technique sending the rings spinning…"
"Greg!"
He is out of the chair and the door to the therapist's office slams shut behind him before he even knows it. Cane forgotten, leg be damned, he hobbles through the corridors, back to his room, to fall face down onto the bed.
The pillow case smells like it's been washed with a pair of old socks but he nevertheless presses his face into it, breathing in the stale air deeply, hoping to calm his racing heart.
…Wilson making macadamia pancakes in his kitchen, relaxed and smiling, batter and banter running together almost seamlessly…
…his mother bringing him a plate with pancakes, arranged to a Mickey-Mouse-shape as he had to stay in bed, suffering through his brush with chicken pox…
…Stacy, standing next to the kitchen counter, a package of dry pancake mix in one hand and silently reading the list of ingredients, while absently running the nails of her free hand down his naked back, along his spine, causing him to shiver and almost spill the waters he's drinking...
Rolling over on his back, he balled up his fists to press them into the sockets of his eyes until green and red spots explode in the darkness behind his eyelids.
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well, I'm not sure this fic went anywhere, you might have done better with the shopping-list