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22 February 2007 @ 04:11 pm
Gravity Always Wins (House/BSG, House/Wilson)  
Title: Gravity Always Wins
Fandom: House/Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: House/Wilson
Word Count: 845
Summary: At this point, it's not a matter of "if" so much as "when", but they still haven't talked about it at all. They need to. At some point. In the near future.
Notes: Just a small snippet of the House/BSG-verse. Takes place between The Drying of Your Tears and A Song To Keep Us Warm. It's in a slightly different style from the previous ones, but I hope it still feels like it fits.


They read the newspaper articles and listen to the debates, but the idea still feels distant and odd and far away.

"Do you think it'll actually happen?" Wilson asks, kicking his bare feet up onto the table. He could go to sleep right now, but that would be too much work. He's tired though, at the point where everything's comfortably numb and the world around you feels like molasses, moving at half-speed.

House snorts and taps his cane against a table leg in a steady rhythm. "Baltar's desperate. He's willing to say anything at this point." In about ten minutes, Wilson will find the tapping really annoying, but at the moment, it's not bad, so he lets it go.

Besides, House is probably right, anyway. He leans back and closes his eyes, wondering what it's going to be like on Earth.

---

But then Baltar wins, and everything changes.

---

Frak hope, House wants to say, wants to push the words out of his mouth. (But it's settling there, in the nooks and crevices of him, the places that have felt empty for a while.) Frak New Caprica, he wants to say. Frak Baltar.

Someone on the wireless is talking about settlement. House sits and listens, even though it's the same frakking arguments over and over again. Barely habitable surface, time needed to set up infrastructure, solid ground under your feet, clear air in your lungs.

House is pretty sure Wilson wants to go, because he's Wilson, and therefore susceptible to blind optimism. (It's how he always ends up married, House knows. Wilson goes stupid and hopeful and conveniently forgets his better judgment.) Wilson would want to go.

House doesn't know what he wants. He presses a hand against his temple and tries not to think about it.

Frak hope.

---

Amanda is one of Wilson's patients, on the Baah Pakal. Pregnant, six months. Today, she's glowing in a way Wilson hasn't seen ever. Usually, she's quiet, withdrawn, but today she isn't.

"I want my baby to be born on the surface," she says, her voice bright and dreaming. "The fresh air will be good for him, right?" She fiddles with the edge of her shirt, and for the first time, Wilson notices how young she is. The lingering fear had always made her look older.

"I don't see why not," Wilson replies. He smiles. It feels dishonest, in a way, to reassure her without being certain himself, but he thinks that she's had so little happiness that he should be able to give it to her (and maybe to himself).

He watches as she places a hand on her belly, as her eyes light up, as a smile spreads across her face.

---

There are times when House wishes he was on Picon when the bombs hit, because that way, at least, he would be dead and not treating patients. He's exempted from making housecalls on other ships because of his leg, but that only makes it marginally better.

They're like the frakking wireless, can't stop talking about New Caprica, and while the wireless is annoying, at least they aren't annoyingly chipper or annoyingly worried when they're talking about it and how it might affect their various medical conditions.

He's become rather good at resisting the urge to tell them that it's just a frakking planet, and that they've seen them before, and that he doesn't really want their thoughts about it, thank you very much, and can they now let him do his frakking job?

Or, at least, he's become good at resisting that urge most of the time. Cuddy would be so proud.

---

There's something in the Fleet that feels restless, that feels moving. Things are changing, rearranging themselves into new shapes. Wilson isn't quite sure where they fit anymore, in the scheme of things.

They've been orbiting New Caprica for two weeks now, and it still catches Wilson by surprise to see it when he passes by one of the Sargon's windows, big and round and white. Waiting.

At this point, it's not a matter of "if" so much as "when", but they still haven't talked about it at all. They need to. At some point. In the near future.

When Wilson sleeps, he dreams of falling through gray, cloudy skies, opening his arms to embrace the ground.

---

"We should go," Wilson finally says one Tuesday late at night, when he should be asleep. House can feel himself at the edges of it, just about to slide away, Wilson's voice half-faded in his ear.

It's an underhanded move, and if House were capable of pulling himself fully awake, he could tell Wilson just how much of jackass he is for doing that, but for now he mumbles an, "In the morning," before closing his eyes.

He can feel Wilson's palm on his cheek, Wilson's hair brushing his temples, Wilson's breath against his ear. "Think about it," Wilson says, softly.

The words linger long after House has fallen asleep.


FIN.

Next: A Song To Keep Us Warm
 
 
 
aphroditeroslin: h/whappypantsaphroditeroslin on February 22nd, 2007 09:54 pm (UTC)
I love these fics. It's my two favorite fandoms melded into one! Bravo! I hope you continue this.
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on February 22nd, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I probably keep writing in this 'verse, because I love it a lot, but I don't have any immediate plans for anything else.
Lady Not-Appearing-In-This-Film: house walk ondemonqueen666 on February 22nd, 2007 09:54 pm (UTC)
He's become rather good at resisting the urge to tell them that it's just a frakking planet, and that they've seen them before, and that he doesn't really want their thoughts about it, thank you very much, and can they now let him do his frakking job?

HEE. You have such excellant House and Wilson voices, which is especially impressive considering what a different universe they're in in these stories.
I love this universe you've created...all the emotional atmosphere of BSG but all the character dynamic of House. Beautiful.
thedeadparrot: blindthedeadparrot on February 22nd, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
Many thanks. :) It's always a bit of a balancing act between the tone of the world and the voices of the characters in this 'verse, so I'm glad that it comes off as true.
Julia: A/R Colorpintsizeninja on February 22nd, 2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
I just had to suppress a rather large squeal of excitement when I saw this on my friends list. I love, LOVE this series. The way you write House and Wilson into the BSG 'verse is incredible.

Frak New Caprica, he wants to say. Frak Baltar. Heee. I would hope House would hate that little frakweasel. ;)

There are times when House wishes he was on Picon when the bombs hit, because that way, at least, he would be dead and not treating patients.

I particularly love this line, since I know that's been such a big issue in the show - how everyone, at times, wish they had the easy way out.

Is it bad that I want to run into your fic, grab Wilson by the shoulders and tell him hysterically not to move down to New Caprica? DON'T DO IT JIMMY! THE CYLONS ARE GONNA FIND YOU! :D

You do an amazing job of capturing what I'm sure people had to deal with when people were starting to settle on New Caprica. Do we stay on our ship? Or do we settle on the surface? In particular, I love how you have Wilson thinking about being on Earth in the beginning of the fic, and then at the end he settles for New Caprica. The promise of a return to normalcy outweighs the hope of finding Earth.

Sorry for the long, semi-rambling comment, but this series is so wonderful. I'm still dying to see House & Wilson & Adama in the same room, but I know that's so completely improbable... oh well, a fangirl can hope. :) This is really beautiful. I really do hope you're planning on continuing this series. ♥
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on February 25th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
Thank you! I think that after Baltar won, settling on New Caprica wasn't a bad idea in the end, because the Cylons finding them was ultimately a freak accident.

But yeah, maybe I'll write more. We'll see. :)
topaz_eyes on February 22nd, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
I love your crossovers--House and Wilson are spot-on, while the BSG universe adds variety.
thedeadparrot: housethedeadparrot on February 25th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you like it.
plaz-MAH: Dr. Houseplazmah on February 22nd, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
Even though I gave up on BSG, I still adore these crossover fics. :)
thedeadparrot: zarek as zarekthedeadparrot on February 25th, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
It's very sad that you gave up on BSG, but I'm glad you're liking these. :)
dragonwrangler on February 23rd, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this! You've done a great job merging these two series together- thanks for sharing!
thedeadparrot: madam presidentthedeadparrot on February 25th, 2007 02:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad to the that the merge works for you!
Steph: MRI House greenstephantom on February 23rd, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
Radiohead quote FTW! (And Pink Floyd too!)

Another very well written piece. Again, I'm not familiar with this universe, but your House and Wilson are so them, and you've fit them into it so well, that it doesn't matter. Great stuff.
thedeadparrot: wilsonthedeadparrot on February 25th, 2007 02:57 pm (UTC)
I've totally been abusing the Radiohead quotes with these titles.

Also, yeah. I'm kinda glad and kinda surprised that these make sense to anyone else who hasn't seen BSG, but I'm glad that they aren't too confusing. :)
jdr1184 on February 25th, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC)
I only know the basics of BSG, but I'm still really enjoying this series. Great Job!
thedeadparrotthedeadparrot on February 27th, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you're liking it. :)