“So, what could cause an otherwise-healthy octogenarian to collapse on her driveway?” Dr. House wheels on his minions and locks each of them with a scrutinizing stare. He waits for their hypotheses with very little hope for any inspired responses.

“The patient was recently put on Warfarin to reduce her risk of heart attack. She could have had a ( Read more... )

Dr. Gregory House, self-styled diagnostics god, peers raptly through the glass wall of his latest patient’s room. More specifically, his ice-chip gaze is locked firmly on one of his newest recruits as said hospital-bitch carries out the most boring aspects of patient care: talking to the new plague-bundle, doing routine tests, replacing the patient ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: Don’t own; don’t sue

Warnings: Self-love, slash, nudity, etc.

Pairings: Chazz/self, Chazz/Jimmy

Semi-Conscious

“Well,” Chazz said, getting up from the couch, “it’s time for Chazz and Little Chazz to have some alone time.” He set the remote control on the couch’s armrest and headed for the bathroom.

“Ugh, what makes you think I want ( Read more... )

I know what he's doing in there. It's hard to miss, really, knowing who he is, what he is. I hear those sounds every day, and more than once a day, at that. I should be against the law; making those sounds, doing what he's doing, all when he knows I'm in the next room, when he knows I can hear every heavy breath, every strangled moan, every small ( Read more... )