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Post by Kyla Ryan House on May 31, 2007 19:55:29 GMT -5
Title: "House MD: The Ties that Bind" Rating: T-M Warning(s): Mentions of suicide, rape, abuse, and torture. Plus plenty of sick!House and sick!Wilson, with a dash of sick!Chase and sick!Cameron. Disclaimer: Don't own.... Time Period: World War II Setting: rotates between Washington, D.C., London, Stalingrad, Munich, and two unnamed concentration camps in Germany Summary: When House gets captured by the Nazis, he will have depend on a Jewish doctor and friends if he is to make it back home to his wife, Lisa, and daughter, Allison. Pairings: CuddyxHouse, WilsonxHouse, AllisonxHouse
~This fanfic wouldn't be possible without the following people~ *Q, for expressing interest in this fanfic *Doctor Hall, for helping with the translations of German and Russian **Any and all mistakes made are solely of my own making**
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 2, 2007 20:08:44 GMT -5
Chapter One: House "A fight on two fronts...Isn't that what the Nazis want to avoid?" House asked Roosevelt. "Yes, that is so, Doctor House," acknowlegded the president, "but I fear we will have no choice but to fight this war on two fronts." "Could we hurry up this meeting, sir?" asked Eric Foreman, Roosevelt's press secatary and House's brother-in-law. "My son's real sick." "It's the flu," House said. "How can you be so sure, Dr. House?" Roosevelt asked. "'Cause my Ally's sick with the flu and likely got it from Robert." There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" called Roosevelt. The door opened to reveal Roosevelt's secetary (and House's wife), Lisa Cuddy House. "An urgent message from Honolulu, sir," she explained, handing the president a slip of paper. "What is it?" House asked. "Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese," Roosevelt read. "The aircraft carriers?" Eric asked. "Out on manvuers, thank God," Roosevelt said. ********** "War is good for the economy," observed House, "all those dead people won't be straining the already strained resources of the U.S. government." "HOUSE!" exclaimed the vice president in shock. "What? It is true," House pointed out. "An unfortunate fact of war," General Marshall added. "Don't encourage the good doctor," rebuked Roosevelt. To House, he said, "Dr. House, I'm sending you to Europe to take care of our troops." House didn't agrue, he knew Roosevelt too well. He knew it would be a losing battle. ********** "Dr. Warner's a good doctor, Lisa, I trained her myself," House said. "But she's not you," Lisa said. "Ally's going to be fine. So will be Robert," House said confidently. "But what about you?" Lisa asked. "I'll be in a hospital away from the fighting," House pointed out. How wrong he was....... *********
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Post by queuecont on Jun 3, 2007 13:13:21 GMT -5
Very intriguing concept. Very fast paced. The thing that is tripping me up is that you seem to have a floating body problem. I have a good idea that they are in the White House, but are they sitting or standing? What room are they in? "How wrong he was..." is a very tension filled ending to this segment... don't leave me on the edge of my seat for long... I might fall off.
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 3, 2007 13:44:26 GMT -5
A/N: You'll have to wait a little bit longer... Chapter 2: Wilson "Stellen Sie sich auf!" the Nazi officer yelled. Line up! The beaten, abused, starved, diseased prisoners of the concentration camp obeyed as fast as they possibly could in their pitiful condition. To disobey meant a beating--unless the Nazi happened to be in a merciful mood. Then the disobeniant person would be allowed to die. In the Nazi concentration camps, death was the surest form of escape. Everything Hilter could touch he did, corrupting everything. Even doctors forsook the Hippocratic oath..... And trapped in the midst of it all was a young Jewish doctor named James Evan Wilson. A kind-hearted spirit, Dr. Wilson was not going to surive life in the Nazi concentration camp..... ******
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Post by queuecont on Jun 3, 2007 13:58:34 GMT -5
Very dramatic change of events! Good job on switching scenes to hold the suspence. You still need to work on the floating bodies. Are they outside or inside? Nice format for the German and the translation.
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 3, 2007 14:03:20 GMT -5
*there is no real action in this chapter.....*
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 4, 2007 18:35:49 GMT -5
Chapter 2.5 ...He skipped meals regularly, risking the wrath of the Nazi guards by giving his meager rations to the children. Every adult did, but Wilson alone did not hold any back for himself. Whenever a new shipment of prisoners arrived, the Nazis gassed almost two thirds of the newcomers. Those too young to be worked to death (or else too old), the already dying, the handicapped, all were killed in various cruel manners apon arrival. Wilson tended to the secret injuries and illnesses of his fellow prisoners as best as he could, but most of his patients died, for he could do very little for them. He couldn't even ease their passing. Every night he fell asleep, his ears ringing with the screams of the dying. He knew he was lucky that he had surived as long as he had in the concentration camp without getting sick or seriously injured. The only comforting thought he had was that God was watching over him. Not that it was very comforting, admittedly. But he refused to give up hoping that someone would come and liberate the prisoners of the concentration camps. With each sunset, he prayed that help would come like a thief in the night. With each sunrise, he prayed that the Nazis would deem him worthy of living for another 24 hours. No one dared speak of their dreams, their hopes, their visions of the future. None but Hitler's counted any way. No country had yet to withstand Hitler's Blitzkrieg. But there were whispers among some of the prisoners (the ones who were Allied soldiers) that Britian was strong enough, that the Soviet Union was strong enough. Wilson heard their British and Australian and Soviet accents, he could guess at the meaning of their whispers. Soldiers captured in battle, he had befriended them all. They taught him how to defend himself with whatever happened to be at hand by the light of star and moon, and in utter and complete darkness. They taught him how to disguise a limp, how to die a soldier's death with honor and courage, to speak Russian and English. He in turn taught them how to smuggle extra food from the cook (and when), how to bandage a wound one-handed (and with either hand), how to lie to the Nazis and get away with it, how to not feel pain nor sorrow nor fear nor happiness. He taught them much, and they taught him much in return before the Nazis moved Wilson to a different concentration camp. Once more, Wilson was without a single friendly face. Once more, he was all alone in the jaws of death. Then the sun rose a second time in his life.... **********
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Post by queuecont on Jun 11, 2007 20:05:02 GMT -5
Very bleak point of view this one person, very appropriate from the historic point of view. Based on what you have told me while this was in the preliminaries, you have foreshadowed some of the next events. Cool! Will be watching for more.
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 14, 2007 14:20:14 GMT -5
A/N: Onwards with the actually story now, Jeeves!!! ;D
Chapter 3: No Body To Mourn The attack on the hospital shouldn't have happened, if the Nazis had been following the rules of engagement. Which they weren't obviously. The Allies had been able to get every nurse, paticent, and doctor out safely. Except for one heroic and idiotic fool of a Yank, Doctor Gregory House. The crippled medic was missing in action, presumed dead. Ally spent all her time locked up in her room, praying that her dad was alright, that he would be alright until she could hug him tight and never ever let him go again. Lisa gave up trying to get Ally to leave her room after she got into a fight with Robert over whether or not House was really alive, as Ally believed. Robert was currently nursing a black eye and several sprains and fractures from that little skirmish. Foreman was still Rossevelt's press sectary, Lisa remained the president's receptionist. Dr. Warner was confindent that her former mentor was still alive, still buried beneath the rubble of the bombed hospital. Roosevelt was heartbroken over the likely death of House. Even the vice president managed to shed a few tears for the doctor, though some members of the press called them crocodile tears....... ***********
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Post by queuecont on Jun 14, 2007 16:39:16 GMT -5
Still very fast paced. You hold the tension well. Watch out for the difference between narration and storytelling. The narration may make it go too fast. I'm glad you told who had what function, I was starting to get confused. That was a unique way of ending discribing the vice president's "sorrow" as "crocodile tears".
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 14, 2007 16:42:32 GMT -5
Chapter 4: Trust the Stranger Brown of Eye and Fair of Skin "Wie ist Ihr Vorname?" the Nazi demanded of the scrawny Jew. What is your given name? "Ich bin James Wilson," replied Wilson, rebellion glinting openly in his once-soft chocolate brown eyes. I am James Wilson. "Jüdischer Hund!" growled the officer, gesturing to a guard who struck Wilson hard enough to break his jaw. "Das ist nicht, wie Sie mit Ihrem bessers, Hund sprechen!" the officer spat. That is not how you speak to your betters, dog! "Wenn Sie mein besser, Herr sind," growled Wilson, "dann muss ich ein sehr schlechtes Beispiel der Menschheit sein." If you are my better, Sir, then I must be a very poor example of humankind. The officer seemed pleased with Wilson's observation, much to Wilson's--and the guard's--surprise. "Beiseite treten!" he ordered the guard. Stand down! Then he turned to face Wilson and said, "Ich bin Arzt Spock." I am Arzt Spock. Wilson scowled at this. Great, he was going to be experimented on for sure! "Ich weiß das erste Ding über die Medizin, James Wilson nicht. Ich bin ein archeaologist," remarked Spock. I do not know the first thing about medicine, James Wilson. I am an archaeologist. Wilson started when someone knocked on the door. "Eingegangen!" Come in. A guard entered, accompanied by a bedraggled man with brillant blue eyes that blazed with hatred and anger at the two guards in the room and Spock alike. "Ever heard of the rules of engagement?" the prisoner demanded of Spock. Wilson saw that despite his unbroken spirit, he walked with a limp. A death sentence. He was ignored. As the new guard talked with Spock, Wilson moved closer to the newcomer. The newcomer eyed him with disgust and mistrust. "You're American?" Wilson asked in thickly accented English. "Yeah and you are?" "James Evan Wilson," replied Wilson. "I am--err, was--a doctor." "Was?" "My liscense was revoked." "Why?" "I am Jewish." Is this man an idiot? "Oh. Okay." Why is that a reason to revoke a liscence? Wilson got right to the point. "They're going to kill you." "What do you mean?" "'Cause of your limp." Wilson pointed to the prisoner's right leg. "Perhaps I can talk my way out of the gas chamber." "The Nazis aren't known for their mercy." "I have a daughter back in the States." Wilson noticed that he was sweating, shaking, shivering uncontrolably from the pain of standing so long on his bad right leg for so long. "Lean on me," Wilson directed. The newcomer obeyed. Wilson leaned back on him, making it seem as if the blue-eyed newcomer was only tired, not a cripple. "Ah sehe ich, dass der Jude und der Amerikaner einander behilflich gewesen sind," observed Spock. Ah, I see the Jew and the American have befriended each other. "Herr? Die Gaskammer?" asked a guard. Sir? The gas chamber? "Lassen Sie uns sehen, ob der Hund irgendwelcher Nutzen an der Heilung ist," replied the Spock. Let us see if the dog is any good at healing. Then he directed the guards to take Wilson and the newcomer to Isolierungsbunker Drei..... ******
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Post by queuecont on Jun 14, 2007 16:55:30 GMT -5
Now this is storytelling! The back and forth dialogue and the actions work well in making this a working tale. I still like the direct translations tailing the German sentences.
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 14, 2007 16:56:19 GMT -5
I like that too myself.
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Post by Kyla Ryan House on Jun 14, 2007 17:36:06 GMT -5
Chapter 5: A Brace of Bone "This must be the rat homeland or something," joked the blue-eyed stranger, whose name was Gregory House, the famed infectious disease specialist (even Wilson had heard of him) as Wilson eventually found out. "Trust me when I say not to let any of them bite you," replied Wilson, adding, "Are you going to get up without having a Nazi booting you out of bed?" "I....can't," admitted House. Wilson sighed, "If I say you are sick three days in a row, you'll be sent to the gas chamber for sure." "Right now, death would be preferable," House remarked. ********************** Wilson managed to get House out of bed and surive the whole day. Barely. That night, Wilson spent the entire night catching and killing rats in the pitch black night of Isolierungsbunker Drei, skinning the dead rats, then carefully scraping the bones clean. Using rat sinew as rope, Wilson assembled a make-shift leg brace made entirely of rat bone. He'd made a brace of bone. Waking House, he attached it around the American's bad leg. It fit perfectly. "I thought you said to stay away from the rats," House drowsily observed. "You're welcome, House," Wilson replied..... ***********
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Post by queuecont on Jun 14, 2007 17:44:38 GMT -5
That is ingenuity. I wouldn't have thought that. I would like to see such a bone brace.
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