On Christmas, Jack and House spend one last time together without pain. [NC-17]

Days later, on the 27th, Daniel comes to check in and Jack is showing signs of how much the ordeal is effecting him.

The 28th, House decides he needs to go to the clinic to leave an assignmet for the medical students. He snaps at Jack, who walks out, then runs into ( 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... )

Trance hadn’t gotten much sleep last night - not that she’d expected to - but she also didn’t feel like going to bed. It was in the middle of the day and since she didn’t have anything vital to do, she decided to figure out what was involved in making one of the snow angels that Bart had told her about. The bookshelf was cooperative that day. It ( Read more... )

House could have had Jack go by the clinic for him, but to be honest, as shitty as he felt he was still starting to feel very closed in by the same four walls, and besides, he wanted to give Jack a bit of a break. Every attempt to get Jack to just leave for a while had been met with resistance. So he made up something about an upswing and feeling ( Read more... )

As he got closer and closer to the bottom of the last bottle of Vicodin (at least, the last one that he had rationed for himself - he'd left one in the clinic first, intent on telling someone to hide it from him for a few weeks), House started to dwell on the evidence bag again, on what he'd seen on the reel, the stupid cop, himself in jail. How ( Read more... )

Despite missing sunbathing and bikinis, Maureen was rather enjoying the weather. The Compound was so cozy, and well, snow is just fun! The only thing getting her down was that she really wanted to have sex on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire. Not sure that was going to happen, though ( Read more... )

Snow! Kaylee had seen snow only once before, and it had been on St Alban's at the funeral of that poor confused fella Tracey, did himself in by bein' stupid. Not a one of them didn't feel badly for him though. It wasn't the most fun time to be in the snow exactly, and they weren't given planet leave to play about as it was out of their way; and ( Read more... )

Alcuin had never thought, after seeing Anafiel murdered in front of him, that he would know that sort of love again. Love itself was one thing - what he felt for Phedre and Joscelin, what he felt for Jack, the Doctor, Brian, James, every lover he'd had - but a true, intimate, everlasting connection was something else entirely. But then Giacomo ( Read more... )

The return of cold weather was a matter of some distress for Stephen; he preferred the warmth, indeed he reveled in it, with his hot Mediterranean blood, and the icy chill would no doubt bring about a rise in cases of frostbite, pneumonia, and other ailments endemic to northern climes. And, too, the yearly plunge into winter reminded him of his ( Read more... )

The snow had been charming and distracting for the first day or so and the fireplace had been even more so, but now Jill was starting to get tired of it. All her life, she'd had poor circulation and the frigid weather certainly wasn't helping. She was cold, even though she'd been in the Compound for nearly a half hour already. Her things were in ( Read more... )