House didn't have any interesting patients at the moment, which meant he didn't think he'd get caught taking a long lunch. By not interesting, he meant that he'd already diagnosed him, which meant all that was left was that boring curing part. He had underlings for that sort of work ( Read more... )

The Water Hole had activities reserved for members, but twice a week they opened their doors to the general public, hosting planetwide sporting events and free activities classes. That Wednesday evening the park was bustling with activity. There was a spaceball game being played by two local boys teams, a water aerobics class being taught in one of ( Read more... )

Second Saturday of the month and Wilson was at the Siam People's Free Clinic doing his volunteer shift. The doctors they had on staff were fine, capable people, but sometimes there were referrals and special cases with some of the back-alley implants that they appreciated having a specialist come in to look at. Besides, he liked it. New Tokyo ( Read more... )

There was something poetic about strippers, at least that’s what Alan would say if the person sitting at the table behind him made one more comment about ‘sluts' or 'whores ( Read more... )

Phedre walked carefully along a Siam sidewalk, on her way back the Scarlett Room. Between the heels she was wearing and the rather heavy bag and stack of magazines she had balanced in her arms, careful was a necessary thing indeed. Usually a fellow from the nearest liquor store came by himself once a week, keeping them well-stocked, but earlier ( Read more... )

House had been in a reasonably good mood (granted, this is relative, which means a good mood for him) the past few days, up to the point where he almost missed having a staff around to speculate about whether he'd gotten laid. He'd been taking his sweet time in hiring new underlings since they'd all quit out from under him. Okay, or been fired, ( Read more... )

Regardless of daily events, minor (and major) complications, the aching of feet or the omnipresent migraine behind both open and closed eyes, Cuddy loved her job. Not the exhilaration, the pay, or the power but the job, the work that came together in splinters and pieces of the same puzzle. The pieces didn't always fit the first time, but after ( Read more... )

There is a long lull in the music as a young woman stepped off the small stage, a blank blue screen to the side where the lyrics had just been. A few people clap and one or two of the males whistle, and the girl sits back down at the bar to order a drink ( Read more... )

There are days, rare days, but days when I try to live my life like a normal person, like someone who functions, like a person with a heart. When Orpheus started coming back piece by piece, I hoarded bottles of pills, pills to settle me, pills to make me calm and help me sleep. I'm almost never drug-free. The love went out of me and, pint by ( Read more... )