House could remember his twenty-fifth birthday very well. Or at least, the earlier part of the evening - it started to get a little fuzzy past the part where he'd done a line of coke off of an exotic dancer's stomach. He'd had some good friends in med school, the kinds of friends that take you to strip clubs on your birthday and slip a couple of ( Read more... )

So he'd completely smegged things over with Krissy, but it really wasn't his fault. The Island had been the one who'd decided to smeg with his personality in the first place, and Krissy had been the one to expect it to stay a copy of her perfect 'Dave'. He'd never claimed to be, and he never wanted to be. She couldn't say, now, that he'd never even ( Read more... )

It was a good day to be alive ( Read more... )

The last week was all kind of a haze for House. Not the good kind of haze, but hazy all the same. Which was, in itself, probably a good thing. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to remember clearly. Just a lot of pain, and feeling like shit, and throwing up, and staring at the ceiling, and grumbling at anyone who came near, which for the ( Read more... )

Even for Allison Cameron, there was only so much that she could take in stride before exploding ( Read more... )

Horatio sat with Edward in the shallows of the pool. The waterfall churned steadily down, but here the water was calm, the coolest place they could be on a hot day outside of the Compound ( Read more... )

Dated April 2, 2009:
Prior is suddenly ill, and House makes a diagnosis. But things get a little tricky when Mark demands a second opinion. Lies! Betrayal! Medical mystery!

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG-13]

[Completed through House and Cameron's roles, and continuing only in a conversation between Mark and Prior. Also note that though this is all "real ( Read more... )

When she woke that morning, she found a box waiting for her just by the bed. Wrapped in festive silver paper and done up in a shiny red bow, and immediately she wanted to toss it off a fucking cliff. She'd missed Christmas at home, she'd thought at the time that she wanted nothing more, but Louise and Jean Pierre were dead, everyone was dead, and ( Read more... )

It was House's clinic shift, and he was there, doing nothing, as usual. Prior was asleep, and thankfully so was the damn cat that had taken to hanging around in the past couple of days ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )