098 Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Filtered from Angela Montenegro + Dr. James Wilson;

<emeded video>

1. Watch it.
2. a. Come and collect your free lighter. Who doesn't like free?
    b. Turn those suckers on when you see either one of the video's stars.
3. Send it to two other people.
4. IMPORTANT: It's a secret. Don't ask. Don't tell.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Paying tribute to talent is dirty?

[adamantined]

If it was actually paying tribute, it wouldn't have to be a secret. Or filtered.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I'm not asking you to set them on fire. You did,however, kill the joy efficiently.

[adamantined]

For you I'm sure this will only be a slight setback.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Hope springs eternal.

So, you don't like laughs.

[adamantined]

Actually it's been said that I'm the first person to laugh at a joke. By an ass -

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

People say a lot of things. You don't think this is true.

[adamantined]

I don't think it's true or you don't think it's true?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's true. I have a hunch that you don't. All that pep and glee is a facade.

[adamantined]

No cheerleader, ex or otherwise, was ever all pep, all the time.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I wasn't talking about that, though you are correct. Not even Disney movies are all uplifting.

You're either far too warm and fuzzy on Angela or you feel too bad for Wilson for dying once to treat him like he's normal.

[adamantined]

Or I just have a couple candles I'd rather light.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That's it. A big stand and that's it? How Cameron of you.

[adamantined]

Maybe I really did just want a free lighter for a couple of candles. Maybe I actually want the free lighter to go through on the joke and just not tell you about it because I don't want to give you the satisfaction. Maybe I just saw something that said 'free' and had the appropriate reaction. It doesn't have to be about whether or not I don't want to make fun of them anymore as much as it doesn't have to do with me thinking that you're a jerk.

I did laugh at their post, by the way. Go fight win.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I have a lighter that also flips out to be a pen. It might be at the hospital if you pass by.

1/2

[adamantined]

[adamantined]

Is this a tri - Can't argue with dual functions.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

See you when I see you.

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[adamantined]

[Curiosity more than anything else diverts Claire's path away from the familiar one she takes all the way back to Building 12, so that within a short amount of time after stepping out of the Blue Light, just for a visit, she's wandering through the hospital's familiar hallways with a growing sense of dread. Claire acknowledges that she at least has her regeneration on her side, and she's pretty positive that she can outrun House, but that doesn't do much to diminish her level of doubt and suspicion, both at House and at herself for coming at all.

Hallways don't provide much time for thinking, though, especially when she's with familiar with them as she's become over the past several months. In no time at all, she's in an office doorway, hands in her pockets, doing her best not to rock back and forth from toe to heel. Claire knocks once, takes a step in.]

Hello? It's Claire Bennet. I'm here for my lighter.

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Color me surprised.



There's some variety if you don't like the pen combo.

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[adamantined]

I was curious.

[She comes further in as she speaks, carefully, like she might step on something and break it or move the wrong way and be stuck in an even more awkward situation, as if she could feel any more aware of herself than she already does. In a way, this is an empowering thought, and Claire takes a more purposeful step into the space, glancing here and there, taking in walls and windows. What does someone like House decorate his office with? A box of lighters, apparently, and that at least gives her something to do.]

What kind of variety can you get out of a lighter? Lighter and switchblade? Lighter and stethoscope? Lighter and flashlight? Seems redundant.

[Claire picks one up out of the box: bright yellow, the first thing to really grab her attention. It's light in her palm. No pen in this one.]

I'm a waitress. I take and keep all the pens I can get.

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

They glow in the dark. One is a laser pointer. That's variety enough.



Waitress until your acting career takes off?

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[adamantined]

[Another space over and in brings her right up to the edge of the desk. The yellow lighter - plain as far as she can tell - stays in her hand, the fingers of her left tapping the business end of the thing against the palm of her right.]

I don't really see myself making too many movies.

[Claire leans to toss the yellow lighter back into the box with the rest of them. She sends a cursory glance over her shoulder as if she expects someone else to show up and save her from the situation, but she's the one who came when she didn't have to.]

What about you? Doctor until your career as a lighter salesman takes off? I don't want the glow in the dark or the laser pointer either, by the way.

[She refrains from holding her hand out but only just, as much as she manages to refrain from asking him why he offered in the first place.]

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I'm a doctor here in case of people getting truly ill with conditions that are treatable.

sometimes a little step is the greatest divide

[adamantined]

[She makes an 'aaah' expression and sound, some moment of faux-revelation that faux-dawns on her as she picks up her souvenir and flips it open to reveal... a pen and a lighter, all in one. In some ways she's relieved, and in others she is a little disappointed that it isn't rigged to explode like one of those gag cans full of snakes. It occurs to her that now would be the perfect time to leave, would even be polite to leave. No comment, no question, no lingering in a situation she's still confused about being in in the first place, but Claire doesn't take the opportunity.

Instead, she flicks the pen end of the lighter out again, and tests to see that it works on the palm of her hand.]

So why offer in the first place? Why even mention it?

[Claire closes the pen again for emphasis.]