Losing It, chapter 27 :)

[darkdreamer]

Okay, after all the premiere excitement -- or perhaps in the midst of it -- I managed to get out an update of Losing It, sorry it's been a bit... hope you like it :) *Hugs*

DoS


Chapter 27
Late Arrival

“Yes, I need someone at every entrance and exit… As quickly as you can get them here… Well, if within the hour is the best you can promise me, I suppose that will have to do, but if there’s anything you can do to get them here sooner… Yes. Yes, thank you… Thank you so much for your help.”

Cuddy hung up the phone and turned back to House, who was remarkably calm. He was sitting up in his bed, staring at the television screen, but didn’t seem to actually see the images there. The sound was turned off anyway. His mind was consumed with much darker thoughts.

Cuddy squeezed his hand to get his attention, and he stared down at her hand absently, as if he had never seen it before. She let go, feeling self-conscious, and he looked up at her, distracted.

“What… what did they say?” he asked in a flat, cautiously neutral voice.

“They said they’ll have extra security here as quickly as they can, but it’s going to be at least thirty minutes before they can call in enough to cover all our exits and entrances,” Cuddy explained with a heavy sigh, sitting down in the chair beside him again. “And the police are on their way. They’re going to check the entire hospital, be sure he isn’t already here somewhere…”

“He’s probably skipped town,” House suggested with a careless shrug, though the taut line of his mouth, the poorly concealed dread in his eyes, were anything but careless. “Once he knew you were onto him, he probably thought it’d be better to be gone when the police came for him.”

Cuddy frowned, thoughtful. “House? Were you ever… at Wilson’s apartment? At any time during these past few days? Did any of the things you told me about happen there?”

House was puzzled. “No. Why?”

“Well, it’s just that the police said… they said there were signs of a struggle at Wilson’s apartment. Overturned furniture, that sort of thing. And – and blood on the carpet.”

House’s eyes widened in surprised interest, his head tilted slightly as he looked at her. “How much blood?”

“They didn’t say.” Cuddy considered for a moment before adding, “Little enough that they’re still expecting to find him alive.”

House nodded, accepting the logic of her observations. His expression revealed frustration as he tried to think of anyone who might want to hurt Wilson, or anyone besides himself that Wilson might have hurt.

“He’s been completely out of control,” Cuddy pointed out unnecessarily. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s been getting into fights, too.”

“Right,” House agreed with a nod. “It’s possible that he’s been pissing other people off and getting into fights in between beating the crap out of me and… well… beating the crap out of me. But those fights presumably wouldn’t take place in his apartment. I’m thinking more like the back alley outside a bar, the way he’s been drinking.”

“If he’s behaving this way with people besides you,” Cuddy continued thoughtfully, “maybe he’s made some enemies.” She paused, reaching out to touch his hand again, her tone both protective and affectionate as she added, “He’s certainly made a few because of what he’s done to you.”

“Confess, Cuddy.” House managed a teasing grin, in spite of himself both amused and touched by her concern. “You went to his apartment and taught him a lesson for coming after your star… employee…”

His voice trailed off, and Cuddy gave him a curious look. He was once again staring into nothing with that intent look on his face, inspiration dawning in his eyes – and gradually mingling with worry.

“Cuddy,” he asked quietly, “where’s my father?”

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Blythe House found her husband just as he was walking into the building, accompanied by a young doctor she did not recognize. The young man immediately veered off, away from her husband, without a word of dismissal. Although she didn’t know him, the young man seemed to recognize her.

“Mrs. House.” He nodded toward her in greeting as he stalked away, the expression on his face dark and thunderous.

“Who was that?” she asked as her husband reached her and took her arm. She glanced over her shoulder in concern at the young man’s hastily retreating form.

John shook his head in dismissal. “Doesn’t matter.” He glanced around a bit suspiciously at the crowded lobby, before starting off toward the cafeteria. It was late afternoon, between meals, and the cafeteria was not likely to be busy at the moment. “Come on. I need to tell you something.”

He waited until they were seated in a quiet corner of the mostly empty cafeteria before he responded to the silent question on her face. He bore a smile of grim satisfaction as he leaned across the table and explained in a hushed, secretive voice.

“I found the piece of trash who hurt Greg – and I made sure he’ll never come near him again.”

Blythe’s eyes widened with dismay, though she couldn’t suppress a feeling of satisfaction, despite her misgivings. When she thought of her son, lying so battered and broken in a hospital bed, having nearly lost his life to Wilson’s abuse – she had to admit that the idea of Wilson being made to suffer for his crimes was extremely gratifying.

However, she was well aware of her husband’s temper, and hoped he had not done anything to get himself in as much legal trouble as Greg’s abuser. And now that Greg had agreed to go to the police, there was his legal case to consider as well. The last thing they needed was to give Wilson a way to draw sympathy to his side – if he was still capable of appearing in court at all, now that John had managed to get to him.

“John – what have you done?” she anxiously asked her husband.

John recognized the fear in her eyes, and spoke up immediately to put her mind at ease, a mildly patronizing tone in his voice. “Don’t worry, honey, he’ll live. But he knows better than to mess with my boy again. I just gave him a taste of his own medicine, is all. Knocked a little sense into him. I don’t think he’ll be giving Greg any more trouble.”

“No, I’m sure he won’t,” Blythe agreed, a worried frown forming on her face. “John – Greg’s decided to go to the police.”

John was quiet for a moment, surprised. “Oh,” he replied at last. “Well… that’s good. Little creep deserves to be in jail.”

“Yes, but… are you sure, when the police talk to him, that you won’t be in any… legal trouble?” Blythe cautiously persisted.

John shrugged, not too concerned. “They can’t fault a man for defending his crippled son, now, can they?”

Blythe’s frown did not fade. She certainly hoped not, but she could not be sure. She dared not voice her thoughts on the matter, but the words she wanted to say played again and again in her head in a troubling circle of doubt and accusation.

John House… your temper is going to cost you everything… if it hasn’t already…

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Cuddy hung up the phone again, turning to face House with a look of mingled relief and anxiety on her face.

“The extra security personnel are in the lobby. I’ve got to go assign them to the exits and entrances.” She took a step closer to the bed, her hand resting uncertainly on the railing as she met his eyes with familiar concern. “Will you be all right for a little while…?”

“I don’t know. Thirty minutes without a babysitter?” House’s tone was sarcastic, but not harsh, a half-smirk on his lips. “Who knows what trouble I might get into?”

“You get into trouble every day,” Cuddy reminded him.

House shrugged. “Then I guess you’re good to go.”

Cuddy returned his smile as she headed for the door. House smiled to himself, amused as he heard her speaking to the security guard posted outside his room.

“No one enters this room except me, or Dr. House’s mother – not without Dr. House’s express permission. And under no circumstances is Dr. Wilson to be allowed in this room. If you see him, put out an immediate alert, and call me.” She paused. “If Dr. Wilson gets anywhere near Dr. House – I’ll hold you personally responsible. And by ‘personally responsible’, I mean ‘fired and unhireable by any security agency in this state’.”

A few moments later, there was a soft knock on the door, and House’s mother poked her head in the door.

“Hi, Honey…”

“Hey, Mom,” he replied, frowning slightly. “Why don’t you just come in?” As he spoke he beckoned her forward with his hand.

She hesitated, and when she spoke, her voice was uncertain and slightly apologetic. “Greg… your father’s here. Is it… is it all right if he comes in?”

House was quiet for a moment, but there was no real hesitation. His suspicions had him eager to speak with his father, to find out how he had spent the last few hours. “That’s fine,” he replied. “Come on in, both of you.”

The door was barely closed when House spoke up, voice calm and sharp as he looked his father in the eye.

“What did you do to Wilson?”

John House looked taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly, a satisfied smile rising to his lips as he came to stand at his son’s bedside. “I knocked the crap out of him,” he replied without hesitation. “I went to his apartment, and I showed him what happens when you mess with my family. He won’t be bothering you again, son. I can promise you that.”

House’s expression did not change, no emotion showing on his face in response to his father’s words. “How did you know where he lived?” He paused, considering before he added, “How did you even know it was Wilson?”

“Another doctor told me,” John shrugged, not seeing why that was important. “Why does it matter? Point is, I took care of him. He won’t be coming around again…”

“Oh, no,” House shot back with deceptively soft sarcasm. “A man who’s just gotten the crap kicked out of him by a seventy-year-old isn’t gonna feel the slightest need to reclaim his manly dignity. I’m sure you showed him the error of his ways – sure he’s completely willing to forget how mad he is at me, now that my dad knocked a few of his teeth down his throat. I’m expecting a get-well floral arrangement with his name on it any minute now.”

John frowned, his shoulders squaring defensively. “You don’t sound very appreciative.”

“Hmm, I wonder, could that be because I’m not?” House snapped. “You were the one who was always so big on me learning to fight my own battles. Since when have you started fighting them for me?”

“Since you started lying down and taking beatings from a man a seventy-year-old could take!” John snarled, his temper flaring at his son’s unexpected reaction to his attempts to defend him. “If you’d stood up to him from the start, things never would have gotten this far!”

“You weren’t here!” House shot back, leaning forward in the bed with an effort, grimacing at the pain it caused his battered torso. “You don’t know what happened—all the things that were said and done between us. You have no right to come in here and start passing judgment.”

He paused, a cold smirk rising to his lips as he nodded slowly. A part of his mind knew that he should stop, but he couldn’t seem to make himself. The floodgates had cracked open when he had first told Cuddy about Wilson, and the gap had gradually widened since then with every new secret he told, every new person who learned a little bit more of the things he tried to keep so well hidden. Now, faced with his father’s criticism and blame on top of everything else he had been through, House couldn’t seem to hold back the fury and resentment that rose up within him.

His voice was bitter, dripping with acid sarcasm as he continued, “You can tell me just exactly where I went wrong, exactly what I should have done differently – because you’re such an expert in dealing with your problems, aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to tell you where you’re wrong. You ought to watch the way you speak to me, Greg. I’m still your father…”

“Yeah. And we both know that makes you qualified to point out to me how this and everything else is my fault…”

“I can at least tell you that allowing that jerk to knock you around for months without saying anything to anyone or trying to stop him is stupid and pathetic,” John declared, unfazed by his son’s almost imperceptible flinch at the words. “You didn’t even try to fight back. You just let him do whatever he wanted – and that’s ridiculous. No son of mine would…”

“See, that’s where you’re dead wrong,” House interrupted, eyes blazing with righteous fury as he glared defiantly up at his father. “It’s because I’m a son of yours that I was so willing to let…”

“Don’t you dare say that!”

John House’s voice rose to a thunderous volume as he took a furious step nearer to his son, and this time House couldn’t quite conceal his instinctive flinch, as he drew back against the bed again, his entire body tensed in preparation for the actions he knew usually accompanied that familiar tone in his father’s voice.

It had been over thirty years since his father had last laid a hand on him – but it had only been hours since Wilson’s abuse had mirrored that of his father. Memories old and new assailed House, and that familiar sense of panic consumed him – his body breaking out in a cold sweat, his racing heart evidenced by the frenetically beeping monitor at his side as he pressed back against the bed behind him, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the threat in front of him.

John House seemed oblivious as he continued raging, fists clenched at his sides.

“Don’t you try to blame this on me! I did my best by you, and it’s not my fault if you were too arrogant and stubborn to learn! I am your father, damn it, and you will be respectful…”

His voice trailed off in surprise, as he suddenly found his view of his son obscured – by his wife. He hadn’t noticed as Blythe had risen from her chair with swift purpose, but he couldn’t help but notice now, as she stood between him and Greg, her stance speaking of dignity and determination.

“You need to calm down, John,” she stated softly.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” he snapped indignantly. “Do you hear the way he’s talking to me?”

“Do you see what you’re doing to him?” she countered without hesitation, her voice still soft, her eyes sparkling with tears as she gestured toward the heart monitor. When he finally, reluctantly looked at it, and his eyes widened slightly with realization, Blythe continued, her voice trembling with repressed anger and accusation. “Your son should not be so frightened to hear you raise your voice, that… that he…”

She stopped, unable to find the words to express what she was thinking, feeling, as she did what she had wanted to do for so many years, and stood between her son and his father’s abusive words and hands.

“John,” she continued at last, her voice barely over a whisper, tears streaking her face, “you need to go.”

John opened his mouth in disbelief, closing it again, then opening it again as he sought a response – but found none.

“Really,” Blythe insisted softly. “The nurses should be in here in a moment to check on him. Seeing that you’re the cause of this… reaction… it’s probably best if you’re not here when they do.”

“You can’t just… order me out…” he stammered, still stunned that his wife was actually standing up to him.

“The guard said you were only allowed in here if he wants you in here,” Blythe reminded her husband, her resolve strengthened by the anger she saw in his eyes at her words.

He had not been at all pleased to hear that news for the first time, and it seemed to reignite his indignation to hear it again now. She gestured toward the bed, where House seemed to have recovered from his initial panic, but sat now with his fists clenched at his sides, his head turned away from them, his jaw working with repressed emotion as he fought for control.

“Does it look like he wants you here?”

Just as she spoke, the door opened, and Cuddy returned. She stopped near the door, taking in the tense stand-off, and House’s state of visible upset just beyond it.

“What’s going on here?” she asked sharply, as she moved swiftly past them to House’s side.

Seeing that this turn of events could not possibly help his side of the matter, John House swore under his breath as he turned and stalked toward the door. He slammed it hard behind him, and House flinched at the sound. Cuddy glared at the door, seemingly about to follow the enraged man and give him a piece of her mind – but Blythe House beat her to it.

Standing in the doorway of the room, she quietly called her husband’s name.

He turned to face her, an expectant look on his face.

The fact that he clearly expected an apology only served to give her courage to say what she had intended. She held his gaze firmly as she spoke in a soft, unyielding voice.

“I think it’s best if you don’t come back – not until you’re ready to stop yelling and making accusations – and listen to what your son has to say.”

TBC....





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[2cbetter2.livejournal.com]

*sighs* This chapter does very little to improve my views of John House. I may have enjoyed more than a little him giving Wilson back a little bit of what he had done to House but the way he talked to House in this chapter undid anything positive I was feeling towards him.

John House’s voice rose to a thunderous volume as he took a furious step nearer to his son, and this time House couldn’t quite conceal his instinctive flinch, as he drew back against the bed again, his entire body tensed in preparation for the actions he knew usually accompanied that familiar tone in his father’s voice.

It had been over thirty years since his father had last laid a hand on him – but it had only been hours since Wilson’s abuse had mirrored that of his father. Memories old and new assailed House, and that familiar sense of panic consumed him – his body breaking out in a cold sweat, his racing heart evidenced by the frenetically beeping monitor at his side as he pressed back against the bed behind him, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the threat in front of him.

John House seemed oblivious as he continued raging, fists clenched at his sides.

“Don’t you try to blame this on me! I did my best by you, and it’s not my fault if you were too arrogant and stubborn to learn! I am your father, damn it, and you will be respectful…”

His voice trailed off in surprise, as he suddenly found his view of his son obscured – by his wife. He hadn’t noticed as Blythe had risen from her chair with swift purpose, but he couldn’t help but notice now, as she stood between him and Greg, her stance speaking of dignity and determination.

“You need to calm down, John,” she stated softly.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” he snapped indignantly. “Do you hear the way he’s talking to me?”

“Do you see what you’re doing to him?” she countered without hesitation, her voice still soft, her eyes sparkling with tears as she gestured toward the heart monitor. When he finally, reluctantly looked at it, and his eyes widened slightly with realization, Blythe continued, her voice trembling with repressed anger and accusation. “Your son should not be so frightened to hear you raise your voice, that… that he…”

She stopped, unable to find the words to express what she was thinking, feeling, as she did what she had wanted to do for so many years, and stood between her son and his father’s abusive words and hands.

“John,” she continued at last, her voice barely over a whisper, tears streaking her face, “you need to go.”

John opened his mouth in disbelief, closing it again, then opening it again as he sought a response – but found none.

“Really,” Blythe insisted softly. “The nurses should be in here in a moment to check on him. Seeing that you’re the cause of this… reaction… it’s probably best if you’re not here when they do.”

“You can’t just… order me out…” he stammered, still stunned that his wife was actually standing up to him.

“The guard said you were only allowed in here if he wants you in here,” Blythe reminded her husband, her resolve strengthened by the anger she saw in his eyes at her words.

He had not been at all pleased to hear that news for the first time, and it seemed to reignite his indignation to hear it again now. She gestured toward the bed, where House seemed to have recovered from his initial panic, but sat now with his fists clenched at his sides, his head turned away from them, his jaw working with repressed emotion as he fought for control.

“Does it look like he wants you here?”

Finally Blythe not only chooses her son over her husband but intervenes when she sees the fear he's causing in House. In some way I want to too little too late but the image of her stepping in between them makes me tear up because for once she's not going to let John mistreat their son any further.

And hmmm I wonder if Wilson really has made it back into tehe hospital. At this point I am hoping he left town but somehow I doubt it.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yep, blythe finally has her priorities straight when it comes to her family.. and john does love his son, he just has no idea how to express it.. he knows he's responsible for the whole thing with wilson, but doesn't want to face it... and as usual, it's easier to blame it on his son as he's always done than to accept responsibility himself :( thanx, love, glad you liked this one... the next one's up now :) *hugs* DoS
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[stlyn.livejournal.com]

But I want to know where Wilson is!!!

Heh. Soon, I'm guessing. :)

Great update.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, very soon, hon :) *hugs* thanx so much, glad you liked this one... the next one's up now :)

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

After the angst fest premiere of S5 last night, I was so relieved to see that you posted this. It took my mind off of poor House and Wilson. Ah! The dual worlds of canon and fanon.

Looking forward to Wilson's return. :D

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

lolol.. took your mind off poor house and wilson with... poor house and wilson :P heheheh... *hugs* thanx so much, hon, glad you liked this update :) the next one is up now :)

[sganzy-fics.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It was time Blythe stands up for her son! I'm a little sad for House, I was hoping that he could make out with his father...but eh, John is a bastard, maybe it's better this way.
It's weird to see all this women protecting House, it kind of kills the manly charm of House...It's understandable, but unsettling.
What was weird too, was to see Wilson telling House "I don't blame you" on the show. I was a little confused because in my head this story is the sequel of Wilson's heart and it's hard not to hate him now! Since he was mean with House in the show, it didn't really help...
You confuse me DoS! ;-D

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, right now though, house is needing protection... :( and yeah, at this point canon/fic branch off from each other a bit :P *hugs* thanx so much, hon, glad you liked the chapter... the next one is up now :)

[chaoskir.livejournal.com]

Good to see that Blythe takes care of her son. Even if the son is an adult. Flying word in German: Besser spät als nie. It means better late than never but I'm still thinking it's just too late. After all that stuff House beared in his whole life. You've written a wonderful and great and moving and exciting new chapter. I admire your wonderful talent.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, shes late, but she's finally seeing what she needs to do... so glad you enjoyed this chapter, hon, the next one is up now :) *hugs*

[californiaquail.livejournal.com]

I think House would have been more "appreciative" of his father's gesture if it had been done for the right reasons.

House is right, beating the crap out of Wilson isn't going to solve anything. Ultimately, even after everything, House would rather just have his friend back, as he once was.

I don't think John is capable of expressing his love for his son in any way that isn't completely dysfunctional. He obviously does care. But being faced with the idea that he is the one who caused all of this, might be more than he's ready to handle. Also he might feel really guilty and thought that pounding on Wilson would relieve that.

Okay, I'm putting way too much thought into this. Carry on.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

i think you're very right... it's natural for john to want to hurt the man who hurt his son... and he was quite likely taking out on wilson a great deal of his self-blame...

still, he's not at all ready to deal with this... which is a problem, since house finally *is* ready, at least partially...

thanx, love, glad you enjoyed the update... :) *Hugs* the next is up now, hope you like it as well :)

[ryokoyuy.livejournal.com]

THis sounds interesting, but I can only find 26 and 27 and 1-11. Where can I find the rest?

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

a lot of them are friends-locked, my journal used to be all friends-locked, and i haven't got around to unlocking all the old entries yet... feel free to friend me and i'll friend you back, then you should be able to access all the chapters :) thanx, love :)

[ryokoyuy.livejournal.com]

thanks! ^^ Will do.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

okay, i've friended you back now... looking forward to hearing what you think of the story :) thanx *hugs*

[misanthropicobs.livejournal.com]

It was good seeing House accepting that ending the abuse by Wilson is something that has to be done. Yes, his regret and desire to have his friend back is plain but at least he has accepted the fact that what has been happening won't lead to that and in fact will only add to Wilson's desire to punish someone.

Chase seemed to have gotten more than wanted when he took John to see Wilson. At least he now understands exactly how Wilson was able to gain the upper hand for what he was doing and that makes him an even more valuable part of the network of people who care about House and are willing to protect him if it becomes necessary.

I am kind of worried about Wilson's whereabouts and what he will eventually do or try to do because undoubtedly he will blame House for what John did. Although it was kind of good seeing Wilson get a little of what he so readily dished out I hope that John's actions don't make give the cops any reason to doubt what is actually going on.

House's reaction to what John did was very much that of a man who wants the best for his friend despite the horrific was he has been treated by that friend. John's actions seem to come more from an attitude of "no one hurts my son except me" than from a desire to help that son. He really on some level thinks that it's his right to continue the type of behavior that went on when House was a child. John doesn't, and may never, fully see what damage he has done and that the damage is what made it very easy for Wilson to also abuse House.

Cuddy and Blythe both are acting out of a desire for House to get better and to be able to face both his father and Wilson and not simply accept their abuse. Blythe in particular seems to have taken Cuddy's talk to heart and is willing and able to help her son.

Reading the last section really gave me the impression that House is ready to at least try to tell his father what he needs to about Wilson's & hopefully his father's abuse. I really liked that both Cuddy and Blythe in their own ways are giving the support House needs right now but are also not trying to step in and take over from House and the decisions and actions he needs to take.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

you're quite right, hon... house is finally ready to try to deal with this, though his father is far from it... john was dealing with his anger both at wilson and at himself by beating up wilson... but he's not ready to vocally admit to the responsibility he has for what's happened here :(

blythe, on the other hand, is finally able to face up to her part in her son's abuse...

thanx, love, so glad you enjoyed the update :) *hugs* the next one is up now :)

[madwriter223.livejournal.com]

Whoo-Hoo!! Way to go, Mom! You finally grew some balls!!
Awesome chapter. I especially liked how John reacted to House stating the truth. Very in-character.
He's a bastard.
Great job!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

thanx so much, hon, glad you found it IC... *Hugs* the next one is up now, hope you like it as well :)

[oliviazaratinga.livejournal.com]

Finally, FINALLY, Blythe stood up to John, and protected House. It's about 45 or so years too late, but it made me very happy. Loved House figuring out that his father went out to beat up Wilson. Sigh. Have mixed feelings about John. He obviously loves his son, but like his son, he's a complete idiot at expressing his feelings in a way that doesn't make the recipient want to kill him. There's also the abuse he himself is responsible for. That made it terribly complicated for me, but simple for House. He loathed his dad. Thank god his dad was lousy at manipulation. Now you have me on pins and needles and other cliche objects wondering where Wilson is...another hospital. PPTH? (Bites nails waiting for the next chapter) Bless your prolific writerly heart for posting so many entertaining stories.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah, john is dealing with a lot of guilt and anger right now, and misplacing it by laying it on his son -- sort of like he's always done :( thanx, love, so glad you liked the chapter :) *hugs* the next one is up now :)

[jelly-phish.livejournal.com]

I just caught onto this fic, and I er, noticed in one of the comments that you friend-locked the entries to the previous chapters. XD;

Could you add me so I could read the rest? D: This leaves me so curious as to what Wilson was doing.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

you're all friended, should be all good :) hope you enjoy the fic, love, please let me know ;)

[ryokoyuy.livejournal.com]

I just read all the way through "Losing It". There were definitely parts that struck in really close, but I like the way you handle the events. Too many people try to make stories go in nice, happy directions that don't fit the initial plot. So, very well done, and I look forward to seeing how this resolves. ^^

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

thanx so much, hon, so glad you enjoyed this story so far... my fics are almost always very dark, and i try not to avoid the darkest parts of the issues involved.. my other house fic is even darker and scarier than this one, if that's believable :P lol...

thanx so much for your kind words.. the next update is up now, hope you like it as well :) *hugs* DoS

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yep, blythe finally has her priorities straight when it comes to her family.. and john does love his son, he just has no idea how to express it.. he knows he's responsible for the whole thing with wilson, but doesn't want to face it... and as usual, it's easier to blame it on his son as he's always done than to accept responsibility himself :( thanx, love, glad you liked this one... the next one's up now :) *hugs* DoS

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

thanx so much, hon, so glad you've enjoyed it so far :) *hugs* and i try to keep it as realistic as possible :) the next one's up now, hope you like it as well :)