House Fic [W/OC]
Oct. 6th, 2005 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ibelieveinherTitle: The Breakup
Rating: G
Summary: OC didn’t know Wilson was married, she finds out, she breaks up with him.....
Authors Notes: Thankyou to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thermy777 who looked over this and gave incredible feedback, to my muse for finally coming back and hope you all like this just remember to review!
And also in addition if anyone likes Cameron's wardrobe as much as I do Portmans had little vests like the one she wears, which I now have bwhahahaha :) so yes on with the story....
“You’re married and you didn’t tell me?” she asked hissing through tight lips, clenching fists at her sides. She couldn’t, wouldn’t take her eyes the man sweating it out in front of her.
“No…w-well…I…y-yes,” Wilson stuttered smoothing out his already crease free green silk tie. It was HER favourite, not his wife’s she hated green. Once in a fit of suppressed rage she had promised to cut up every single tie of his with even the most miniscule of green adorning it. She hadn’t though, he had just hidden them, his secret stash of ties that Julie hated but she adored.
“What, you expect me to just roll over and take it?”
“I, uh…um…no,” he was taken aback by the question, truthfully he had never been asked that before not from his women on the side or any of his wives. He hoped against hope that it didn’t sound as pathetic to her as it did to him.
“You know what Doctor Wilson?” she asked rather formally
“What?” he asked apprehension edging his voice and mannerisms. He always though himself a cautious man but this confrontation near the elevators at PPTH wasn’t exactly conducive to keeping his blood pressure under control.
“I hope that you get divorced, or annulled or whatever it is that is that you do, because you don’t take your vows seriously, you say forever not ‘until a better, or more young, attractive whatever lay’ comes along,” she smiled wryly as red crept up his neck and a hand ran through his hair.
“Yes?” to him she looked like she had more to say but maybe it was his masochistic tendency that reared its ugly head and prodded him to follow through with this conversation
“You Doctor, have proven beyond a doubt that adulterers along with leopards do not change their spots,”
"You know I'm sorry," he told her, his arms dropping dejectedly to his sides as she walked past him toward the patients she needed to tend to.
“No, you’re not, you’re only sorry you couldn’t have both,” and with that she walked away elevator doors clanging, just to signifying the end of another relationship.
Rating: G
Summary: OC didn’t know Wilson was married, she finds out, she breaks up with him.....
Authors Notes: Thankyou to
thermy777 who looked over this and gave incredible feedback, to my muse for finally coming back and hope you all like this just remember to review!And also in addition if anyone likes Cameron's wardrobe as much as I do Portmans had little vests like the one she wears, which I now have bwhahahaha :) so yes on with the story....
“You’re married and you didn’t tell me?” she asked hissing through tight lips, clenching fists at her sides. She couldn’t, wouldn’t take her eyes the man sweating it out in front of her.
“No…w-well…I…y-yes,” Wilson stuttered smoothing out his already crease free green silk tie. It was HER favourite, not his wife’s she hated green. Once in a fit of suppressed rage she had promised to cut up every single tie of his with even the most miniscule of green adorning it. She hadn’t though, he had just hidden them, his secret stash of ties that Julie hated but she adored.
“What, you expect me to just roll over and take it?”
“I, uh…um…no,” he was taken aback by the question, truthfully he had never been asked that before not from his women on the side or any of his wives. He hoped against hope that it didn’t sound as pathetic to her as it did to him.
“You know what Doctor Wilson?” she asked rather formally
“What?” he asked apprehension edging his voice and mannerisms. He always though himself a cautious man but this confrontation near the elevators at PPTH wasn’t exactly conducive to keeping his blood pressure under control.
“I hope that you get divorced, or annulled or whatever it is that is that you do, because you don’t take your vows seriously, you say forever not ‘until a better, or more young, attractive whatever lay’ comes along,” she smiled wryly as red crept up his neck and a hand ran through his hair.
“Yes?” to him she looked like she had more to say but maybe it was his masochistic tendency that reared its ugly head and prodded him to follow through with this conversation
“You Doctor, have proven beyond a doubt that adulterers along with leopards do not change their spots,”
"You know I'm sorry," he told her, his arms dropping dejectedly to his sides as she walked past him toward the patients she needed to tend to.
“No, you’re not, you’re only sorry you couldn’t have both,” and with that she walked away elevator doors clanging, just to signifying the end of another relationship.
