"The Last" & "How Much Salt"
My House M.D. Recs Table
Claim: House, M.D., General Series
Title: "The Last"
Author: dark-alaida
Characters: House, Stacy
Prompt: 42. Holiday.
Rating: PG
Length: medium
Brief summary: House and Stacy, one last time. Set on Christmas Eve, the fic is just wistful and angsty enough that I'm actually able to enjoy a House/Stacy interaction. Very well done.
Link to the story: The Last
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Claim: House, M.D., General Series
Title: "How Much Salt"
Author: voleuse
Characters: Wilson, Cameron
Prompt: 43. Denial.
Rating: R
Length: medium
Brief summary: There's that delightful saying that everyone's the same in the dark, which applies marvelously to a Wilson/Cameron fic. Yet in this story they both know that they're each thinking of someone else. The denial here is that they go on like it's just about the two of them, when it never is.
They never ask each other about their friends, or their current personal lives, aside from one awkward moment.
"Why are you having dinner here?" Cameron asks, three minutes after their entrées arrive.
He shrugs, deliberately casual. "I have a room in this hotel," he replies, and smiles. "It's temporary." She raises an eyebrow, so he rejoins, "Why are you having dinner here?"
He sees every response she considers flicker across her face, and he's almost relieved when she opts to take a bite of her gnocchi, instead.
Link to the story: How Much Salt
Claim: House, M.D., General Series
Title: "The Last"
Author: dark-alaida
Characters: House, Stacy
Prompt: 42. Holiday.
Rating: PG
Length: medium
Brief summary: House and Stacy, one last time. Set on Christmas Eve, the fic is just wistful and angsty enough that I'm actually able to enjoy a House/Stacy interaction. Very well done.
Link to the story: The Last
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Claim: House, M.D., General Series
Title: "How Much Salt"
Author: voleuse
Characters: Wilson, Cameron
Prompt: 43. Denial.
Rating: R
Length: medium
Brief summary: There's that delightful saying that everyone's the same in the dark, which applies marvelously to a Wilson/Cameron fic. Yet in this story they both know that they're each thinking of someone else. The denial here is that they go on like it's just about the two of them, when it never is.
They never ask each other about their friends, or their current personal lives, aside from one awkward moment.
"Why are you having dinner here?" Cameron asks, three minutes after their entrées arrive.
He shrugs, deliberately casual. "I have a room in this hotel," he replies, and smiles. "It's temporary." She raises an eyebrow, so he rejoins, "Why are you having dinner here?"
He sees every response she considers flicker across her face, and he's almost relieved when she opts to take a bite of her gnocchi, instead.
Link to the story: How Much Salt