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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-06-07 08:19 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-06-07 08:19 pm
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Fine, Then. I Won't Say 'Hi' To Her. Ever.
Watched the 'Histories' House episode today and felt as if I'd somehow stumbled across a remake of the second Silent Hill game. "Where's James? James. James. James. James. I have to find James. Have you seen him?"
Because of this, I was most amused when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vicodin_vision put up the first part of her House/Silent Hill crossover. Well, I was mostly amused because the Wilson-and-House banter in it is extremely amusing, but also because of the coincidence.
It seems appropriate, therefore, to link to my House/Scrubs crossover snippet (and also beg you all to join and contribute tohouse_scrubs) and put up the opening of my Scrubs/Silent Hill crossover (which is really difficult to write, by the way, because Silent Hill is so very hostile to the normal tone of Scrubs), thereby completing the bizarre fandom love triangle.
This opening really annoys me. It's set directly after 'My Lunch' and contains spoilers for 'My Screwup' - if you haven't seen those episodes this will probably make very little sense - it completely rips off the opening of Silent Hill 2, and it can be summed up basically as this:
Dr. Cox: AAAAAAAAAAAAANGST.
Monster: SKREE
Dr. Cox: I WILL KILL YOU WHILST ANGSTING.
BUT OBVIOUSLY I WILL PUT IT UP ANYWAY BECAUSE BIZARRE FANDOM LOVE TRIANGLE COMPLETION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN, Y'KNOW, MY PRIDE. Hopefully later sections will be better.
Dr. Cox had been driving for hours, now. He wouldn’t let himself stop, because when he stopped focusing on the road he knew he would start thinking about the transplant patients who had died, and he wasn’t ready to remember that right now. He didn’t even know where he was going – he just knew that he had to get away from that place.
His pager started beeping. He didn’t bother looking at it – he didn’t care how much they said they needed him, he wasn’t going to go back there, they couldn’t make him and why the hell wasn’t it stopping?
Eventually he pulled over to the side of the road and checked it, just to make it shut up, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.
BEN, it said. SILENT HILL.
And he knew that it couldn’t mean anything, that it was a mistake or a hallucination or someone playing a goddamn trick on him – but he knew that he was going to have to drive there anyway.
-
“Where the Hell is he?” Dr. Kelso snarled, frustrated. “He’s not answering his pager. For God’s sake, three patients died, people die here all the time, anyone could have made that mistake – ”
The door slammed open and JD was standing there, grinning triumphantly.
“And you all thought I was crazy when I attached that tracking device to Dr. Cox.”
-
He had never heard of Silent Hill before, and when he got there he wasn’t really surprised: the place looked completely abandoned. The road in was fenced off, so he had to get out of the car and walk down a long, winding path into the town.
There was a graveyard on the way, and he paused for a moment, staring at one of the gravestones. David Radford. He knew that it was a coincidence – it had to be, this stone looked like it had been here for decades, the dates too weathered to be readable – but he couldn’t suppress a slight tightness in his throat when he looked at it.
He checked the other gravestones before carrying on – just in case, although of course he wouldn’t be there, it made no sense – but none of them were inscribed Sullivan.
‘Silent Hill’. So he just had an entire town to look for him in (and what was he doing here anyway, looking for a dead person?). He pulled the pager out of his pocket again, meaning to ask for a more specific location, but it seemed to have broken. He put it back, swearing under his breath.
Well, it wasn’t as if he had anywhere else to be.
He began to walk.
-
Silent Hill was silent and empty and infuriatingly foggy, and he had no idea where to look first. He had been walking through the streets for what seemed like hours, looking around for any sign of Ben, but with fog this thick he could easily have passed him seven times and just not noticed. Ben would have chosen the most inconvenient place possible and given the most vague directions.
Of course, Ben probably wouldn’t even be here. He wasn’t sure why he was looking.
Eventually he decided to take a rest – leant against the wall of one of the houses and stared at the ground, not really focusing, and it took him a moment to realise that the road was streaked with blood. He looked up.
Someone was limping away through the fog ahead of him. Probably had a pretty bad injury, judging by the blood and the stumbling, and this didn’t exactly look like a place with fantastic medical facilities, so he knew he should see if he could help whoever-it-was. He hesitated for a moment before starting to follow, though, and he hated that, he hated that little moment of self-doubt. That would never have happened before.
As he gained on him, or her, or whoever, his pager started to beep. He stopped immediately and pulled it out of his pocket, praying inwardly for a message from Ben (even though he couldn’t be here, this was stupid) – but it still wasn’t working. The screen was blank, but it was still beeping.
The person ahead of him seemed to hear the noise, turned around. Dr. Cox squinted through the fog, frowning, and took a few cautious steps forward. Something seemed off about this. Were they wearing any clothes?
...were they even human?
Dr. Cox stopped dead. The thing in front of him was shaped like a person, but it was slimy and eyeless and dead-looking, shuddering and twitching back and forth as if having a seizure. He tried not to think about how the transplant patients had spasmed under the defibrillators.
For a moment it did nothing – just stood there, swaying a little from side to side. The noise of the pager seemed louder than usual, maddeningly repetitive. Dr. Cox wondered why it hadn’t stopped yet.
Dr. Cox wondered why he was still standing there, staring at the thing.
He began to back slowly away from it – and then it suddenly lurched at him and raised a twisted arm and oh, God, it was holding a knife, he hadn’t noticed it before, and he couldn’t let himself think about knives and surgery and organ transplants because this thing was actually trying to kill him and he was trying to fight it off with his bare hands but it was stronger than he had expected and eventually he managed to wrest the knife from it and he slammed it into its gut and twisted.
It shrieked and fell to the ground, and he stood for a moment, staring at it – and then it began scuttling, still clinging to life, and he hated that because three people had died who he should have been able to save and it was so wrong that this thing should still be alive when they were dead and so he kicked it, as hard as he could, and it shrieked again and fell still.
Dr. Cox was vaguely aware, as he kept watching the creature for any signs of movement, that his pager had stopped beeping. His breathing sounded louder than it should have in the sudden silence.
It seemed to be dead.
“What’re you doing here? This place is dangerous,” said someone behind him, and he turned around sharply. That voice had been familiar, but –
“Ben,” he whispered, staring.
“You remembered my name!” Ben said cheerfully. “I’m touched, Per.”
Dr. Cox blinked and licked his dry lips. “...you died.”
Ben shrugged. “Yeah, I know. But since when has that ever stopped me?”
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Because of this, I was most amused when
vicodin_vision put up the first part of her House/Silent Hill crossover. Well, I was mostly amused because the Wilson-and-House banter in it is extremely amusing, but also because of the coincidence.It seems appropriate, therefore, to link to my House/Scrubs crossover snippet (and also beg you all to join and contribute to
house_scrubs) and put up the opening of my Scrubs/Silent Hill crossover (which is really difficult to write, by the way, because Silent Hill is so very hostile to the normal tone of Scrubs), thereby completing the bizarre fandom love triangle.This opening really annoys me. It's set directly after 'My Lunch' and contains spoilers for 'My Screwup' - if you haven't seen those episodes this will probably make very little sense - it completely rips off the opening of Silent Hill 2, and it can be summed up basically as this:
Dr. Cox: AAAAAAAAAAAAANGST.
Monster: SKREE
Dr. Cox: I WILL KILL YOU WHILST ANGSTING.
BUT OBVIOUSLY I WILL PUT IT UP ANYWAY BECAUSE BIZARRE FANDOM LOVE TRIANGLE COMPLETION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN, Y'KNOW, MY PRIDE. Hopefully later sections will be better.
Dr. Cox had been driving for hours, now. He wouldn’t let himself stop, because when he stopped focusing on the road he knew he would start thinking about the transplant patients who had died, and he wasn’t ready to remember that right now. He didn’t even know where he was going – he just knew that he had to get away from that place.
His pager started beeping. He didn’t bother looking at it – he didn’t care how much they said they needed him, he wasn’t going to go back there, they couldn’t make him and why the hell wasn’t it stopping?
Eventually he pulled over to the side of the road and checked it, just to make it shut up, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.
BEN, it said. SILENT HILL.
And he knew that it couldn’t mean anything, that it was a mistake or a hallucination or someone playing a goddamn trick on him – but he knew that he was going to have to drive there anyway.
“Where the Hell is he?” Dr. Kelso snarled, frustrated. “He’s not answering his pager. For God’s sake, three patients died, people die here all the time, anyone could have made that mistake – ”
The door slammed open and JD was standing there, grinning triumphantly.
“And you all thought I was crazy when I attached that tracking device to Dr. Cox.”
He had never heard of Silent Hill before, and when he got there he wasn’t really surprised: the place looked completely abandoned. The road in was fenced off, so he had to get out of the car and walk down a long, winding path into the town.
There was a graveyard on the way, and he paused for a moment, staring at one of the gravestones. David Radford. He knew that it was a coincidence – it had to be, this stone looked like it had been here for decades, the dates too weathered to be readable – but he couldn’t suppress a slight tightness in his throat when he looked at it.
He checked the other gravestones before carrying on – just in case, although of course he wouldn’t be there, it made no sense – but none of them were inscribed Sullivan.
‘Silent Hill’. So he just had an entire town to look for him in (and what was he doing here anyway, looking for a dead person?). He pulled the pager out of his pocket again, meaning to ask for a more specific location, but it seemed to have broken. He put it back, swearing under his breath.
Well, it wasn’t as if he had anywhere else to be.
He began to walk.
Silent Hill was silent and empty and infuriatingly foggy, and he had no idea where to look first. He had been walking through the streets for what seemed like hours, looking around for any sign of Ben, but with fog this thick he could easily have passed him seven times and just not noticed. Ben would have chosen the most inconvenient place possible and given the most vague directions.
Of course, Ben probably wouldn’t even be here. He wasn’t sure why he was looking.
Eventually he decided to take a rest – leant against the wall of one of the houses and stared at the ground, not really focusing, and it took him a moment to realise that the road was streaked with blood. He looked up.
Someone was limping away through the fog ahead of him. Probably had a pretty bad injury, judging by the blood and the stumbling, and this didn’t exactly look like a place with fantastic medical facilities, so he knew he should see if he could help whoever-it-was. He hesitated for a moment before starting to follow, though, and he hated that, he hated that little moment of self-doubt. That would never have happened before.
As he gained on him, or her, or whoever, his pager started to beep. He stopped immediately and pulled it out of his pocket, praying inwardly for a message from Ben (even though he couldn’t be here, this was stupid) – but it still wasn’t working. The screen was blank, but it was still beeping.
The person ahead of him seemed to hear the noise, turned around. Dr. Cox squinted through the fog, frowning, and took a few cautious steps forward. Something seemed off about this. Were they wearing any clothes?
...were they even human?
Dr. Cox stopped dead. The thing in front of him was shaped like a person, but it was slimy and eyeless and dead-looking, shuddering and twitching back and forth as if having a seizure. He tried not to think about how the transplant patients had spasmed under the defibrillators.
For a moment it did nothing – just stood there, swaying a little from side to side. The noise of the pager seemed louder than usual, maddeningly repetitive. Dr. Cox wondered why it hadn’t stopped yet.
Dr. Cox wondered why he was still standing there, staring at the thing.
He began to back slowly away from it – and then it suddenly lurched at him and raised a twisted arm and oh, God, it was holding a knife, he hadn’t noticed it before, and he couldn’t let himself think about knives and surgery and organ transplants because this thing was actually trying to kill him and he was trying to fight it off with his bare hands but it was stronger than he had expected and eventually he managed to wrest the knife from it and he slammed it into its gut and twisted.
It shrieked and fell to the ground, and he stood for a moment, staring at it – and then it began scuttling, still clinging to life, and he hated that because three people had died who he should have been able to save and it was so wrong that this thing should still be alive when they were dead and so he kicked it, as hard as he could, and it shrieked again and fell still.
Dr. Cox was vaguely aware, as he kept watching the creature for any signs of movement, that his pager had stopped beeping. His breathing sounded louder than it should have in the sudden silence.
It seemed to be dead.
“What’re you doing here? This place is dangerous,” said someone behind him, and he turned around sharply. That voice had been familiar, but –
“Ben,” he whispered, staring.
“You remembered my name!” Ben said cheerfully. “I’m touched, Per.”
Dr. Cox blinked and licked his dry lips. “...you died.”
Ben shrugged. “Yeah, I know. But since when has that ever stopped me?”
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
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zomg teh angst! XD
...is it weird that I just want to pounce on Monster!Killing!Cox and rip off all his clothes?
andomgben.
(I may, in fact, be the worst reviewer ever. I'd encourage you to write more, but that would only lead to more reviews like this, and who wants that? XD <- overusage of XD smiley.)
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BEN IS THERE LOOK HOW THERE BEN ISNO SERIOUSLY I CAN'T THINK OF ANY OTHER WAY TO PUT IT. JUST OH MY GOD.
BEN OMG...
Okay I think I can be coherent now, possibly. That was so good. I can see how it would be difficult to cross something as dark and warped as Silent Hill with Scrubs (J.D waving lights around, that sort of sums up the whole feeling of Scrubs for me, heh) but you make it look effortless. J.D being so... J.D, for lack of a better word x3 coupled with Cox's reflections on Ben make it very true to Scrubs, but the town and the monster (omg kick it in Dr. Cox!) were chilling and, well, Silent Hill. You really make it work.
'and then it began scuttling, still clinging to life, and he hated that because three people had died who he should have been able to save and it was so wrong that this thing should still be alive when they were dead'
That is so sad, and so touching because it's Cox and you are so good, so very good at keeping them true to their characters, even the town itself.
Eee, I can't wait to read more and
omg Bensee where you take this. And did I mention how much I love this? Gosh I love it.PS -
EVEN IF HE IS A HALLUCINATIONOMG BEN. OMG BEN BEING THERE. ILY.no subject
(BEN COULDN'T NOT BE THERE.)
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I'm here, basically, because my dear friend
It's nice to meet you!
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Er, hi. I realise that my habit of hunting through people's journals upon meeting them is ever-so-slightly creepy.
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Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie are completely wonderful! I'm pretty obsessed with them. I write slash about them too, which some people find a little scary actually... But they're so pretty and charming and affectionate to one another. Comedians slash too well. Plus, they give you an easy excuse to introduce cross-dressing antics to the fic.
Oops, sorry, that's enough about me, isn't it?
Anyway, I would have to agree with le Gargant, you seem very awesome to me. And if you ever want me to bring the news that you are awesome again, I'm free most nights excluding Saturday...
Remenants again
By the by, if you want some 'help' with 'detailed' descriptions of a monster or an environment. Look no further.
Luck in all your endavors.
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It's really good, considering that it is combining two incompatible worlds.
And I love so much that the loop is completed. Hee.