Tempo change on the horizon: hyper-compressed moments, flashbacks, bits and pieces as experienced by an unreliable narrator. As House himself says, "Time is not a fixed construct."

Many thanks to treacle_a for the beta. She like, rules, and stuff.

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He'd died for a minute. Maybe two.

That was the easy part.

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More fun than Tara Reid on a four-day bender.

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At some point in the night, Foreman and Chase also slip in, each alternating positions at the window. Both mutter useless and encouraging things, she thinks; he thinks. It all fuzzes together in an incomprehensible mess. Static and white noise.

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Day passes into night, passes into day. Sunrise, sunset; time marches on, he'd said. Time marches on. Except-

She's beginning to believe nothing ever changes.

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Gravity. It's the only explanation. The undeniable force field of House's giant, bloated head sucking her in like a reluctant satellite. Push. Pull. Drifting in permanent orbit.
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Objects at Rest

Disclaimer: House is the property of Fox, don't own the characters, blah, blah, blah. Spoilers for Honeymoon and those infamous unaired sides.
He likes to surround himself with imperfection; there's something intrinsically intriguing about the damaged, the incomplete and broken. The human body is his alchemy, the art of destruction ( Read more... )