Sleeping Man 7/?
Title: "Sleeping Man" (AKA "Outside")
Author:Maineac
Characters: House, Wilson, Cuddy, with some appearances by the rest of the Scooby Gang; and a few OC.
Rating: Gen; R for language; H/W strong friendship (slash if you wear slash goggles)
Summary: House takes a vacation from... everything.
Timeline: Set in the early fall of last year, around the events of Cane and Able, Informed Consent, Lines in the Sand.
A/N. Because the story is really not meant to be chopped up like this--the sections kind of flow together--I'm going to repeat the last few lines of the previou section from time to time. Like here. Also, I really wish I'd titled this "Outside" but it's kinda too late to change. Sorta.
Part Six ended:
...He set his cup down with a belch, nodded to the people who had watched the small display and stumped out of the coffee shop.
Ten minutes later he had found the last thing he needed: a bus stop bench inside a shelter with three blank glass walls. After sitting and staring at the walls for five minutes, he walked over to the nearest one, pulled the fat marker out of his pocket, and began writing.
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Part Seven
Thursday
7.
Foreman stopped writing, dropped the black marker into his lab coat pocket and turned from the whiteboard,
More here: http://maineac.livejournal.com/9197.html#cutid1
Author:Maineac
Characters: House, Wilson, Cuddy, with some appearances by the rest of the Scooby Gang; and a few OC.
Rating: Gen; R for language; H/W strong friendship (slash if you wear slash goggles)
Summary: House takes a vacation from... everything.
Timeline: Set in the early fall of last year, around the events of Cane and Able, Informed Consent, Lines in the Sand.
A/N. Because the story is really not meant to be chopped up like this--the sections kind of flow together--I'm going to repeat the last few lines of the previou section from time to time. Like here. Also, I really wish I'd titled this "Outside" but it's kinda too late to change. Sorta.
Part Six ended:
...He set his cup down with a belch, nodded to the people who had watched the small display and stumped out of the coffee shop.
Ten minutes later he had found the last thing he needed: a bus stop bench inside a shelter with three blank glass walls. After sitting and staring at the walls for five minutes, he walked over to the nearest one, pulled the fat marker out of his pocket, and began writing.
****
Part Seven
Thursday
7.
Foreman stopped writing, dropped the black marker into his lab coat pocket and turned from the whiteboard,
More here: http://maineac.livejournal.com/9197.html#cutid1