[for greg]
Mar. 14th, 2007 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
more_flexible[Morning of March 22]
It began with one off-hand comment. "Why don't you dig up Faramir and make me a pocketwatch out of him?" At the time, he had scoffed, asking if House wanted him to go blind making the teeny pieces.
But the man should know by now that Jack had a literal streak a mile wide, and if House wanted something...anything...Jack would make sure he had it.
He'd spent a week at Stu's, eating roast dinosaur and talking to the man about Texas, Sam Houston, Arnette, the plague, the future, the baby, Jane...whatever came up between the long gaps of silence as they both worked. Stu on the toys for the kids and Jack on the itty bitty pieces of bone which he chipped and carved and shaped and polished and assembled just as the book the shelf had given him clearly illustrated. It wasn't that hard, all gears and a spring. He'd had a harder time repairing his ship. Hell, it was harder to repair a automobile than to build one of these things from scratch.
And it wasn't like there was a shortage of bone now. All he needed was to wait for it to dry out a little. The bone he'd used for Greg's watch was dry enough to wind up with something he was really happy with.
He hoped Greg would be happy with it, too.
It began with one off-hand comment. "Why don't you dig up Faramir and make me a pocketwatch out of him?" At the time, he had scoffed, asking if House wanted him to go blind making the teeny pieces.
But the man should know by now that Jack had a literal streak a mile wide, and if House wanted something...anything...Jack would make sure he had it.
He'd spent a week at Stu's, eating roast dinosaur and talking to the man about Texas, Sam Houston, Arnette, the plague, the future, the baby, Jane...whatever came up between the long gaps of silence as they both worked. Stu on the toys for the kids and Jack on the itty bitty pieces of bone which he chipped and carved and shaped and polished and assembled just as the book the shelf had given him clearly illustrated. It wasn't that hard, all gears and a spring. He'd had a harder time repairing his ship. Hell, it was harder to repair a automobile than to build one of these things from scratch.
And it wasn't like there was a shortage of bone now. All he needed was to wait for it to dry out a little. The bone he'd used for Greg's watch was dry enough to wind up with something he was really happy with.
He hoped Greg would be happy with it, too.
