October the 31st: Next Year - House crossover drabble
Title: October the 31st: Next Year
Author: a_single_plum
Genre: Fluff, crack, crossover
Pairings: House & Wilson friendship/pre-slash
Summary: House and Wilson have started a new life after their encounter with Jason Voorhees.
Notes: Cut-text from Halloween 3: Season of the Witch. This is a sequel of sorts to October the 31st, because what's a horror movie parody without a dumbass sequel, LOL? The idea for this popped into my head at work last week, but I don't have time to write a full fic. So I did a drabble instead, which I hope to expand if I ever have free time again, LOL. Anyway, enjoy, and have a great Halloween!
Disclaimer: House, M.D. and all things related belong to David Shore. The other franchise mentioned in the fic belongs to John Carpenter.
Wilson set the pumpkin on the porch, frowned, and moved it two inches left.
"How's that look?" he asked.
"It would look better in a slice of pie with extra whipped cream," House said impatiently. "Come on."
"I'm almost done," Wilson said. He adjusted the pumpkin again, then stepped back next to House, their hands almost touching.
A few dry leaves rustled in the cool October breeze, and for a moment, Wilson felt like someone was watching them. But nobody was there, and he relaxed, looking forward to a quiet night with House in their new home in Haddonfield, Illinois.
Author: a_single_plum
Genre: Fluff, crack, crossover
Pairings: House & Wilson friendship/pre-slash
Summary: House and Wilson have started a new life after their encounter with Jason Voorhees.
Notes: Cut-text from Halloween 3: Season of the Witch. This is a sequel of sorts to October the 31st, because what's a horror movie parody without a dumbass sequel, LOL? The idea for this popped into my head at work last week, but I don't have time to write a full fic. So I did a drabble instead, which I hope to expand if I ever have free time again, LOL. Anyway, enjoy, and have a great Halloween!
Disclaimer: House, M.D. and all things related belong to David Shore. The other franchise mentioned in the fic belongs to John Carpenter.
Wilson set the pumpkin on the porch, frowned, and moved it two inches left.
"How's that look?" he asked.
"It would look better in a slice of pie with extra whipped cream," House said impatiently. "Come on."
"I'm almost done," Wilson said. He adjusted the pumpkin again, then stepped back next to House, their hands almost touching.
A few dry leaves rustled in the cool October breeze, and for a moment, Wilson felt like someone was watching them. But nobody was there, and he relaxed, looking forward to a quiet night with House in their new home in Haddonfield, Illinois.