I'm trying not to get discouraged, I really am. However, faced with a bookshelf that seems to think I'm 15 and from the 1950's and an island where the weather, the buildings, and every source of botanic material changes dramatically mid-experiment, I may be starting to see a half empty glass. I was getting somewhere with the kelp, then the island ( Read more... )

House had rather been hoping that the new mother and her squealing infant would be gone by the time he had clinic duty on Sunday, and whereas he wasn't so lucky, it did seem that they were getting ready to go ( Read more... )

"Here's to the new residents ( Read more... )

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... )

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... )

It was snowing. Had been for some time now, but Stacy hadn't taken much time out to enjoy it for herself. Lisa had been acting strange, either burying herself in work at the clinic or stretching a smile so thin across her face that it looked painful, and Stacy had no idea what to do or say to convince her friend to talk to her. For the time being, ( Read more... )

Delirium wished she d had chives, the only thing she d been missing off the top of her head as she began to prepare the Latkes. She peeled and grated the potatoes, chopping the onions finely and adding the salt and pepper into the mixture. Delirium poured the oil into the pan, making sure it was thoroughly coated before she began. Delirium began to ( Read more... )

They weren't his underpants. Jack couldn't help but think there would be a lot less laundry if House would get over the twentieth century convention and be more like him. Jack, himself, was generally philosophically opposed to undergarments of any sort. Of course, havng been a woman for a few days had him rethink the part about bras. Those were ( Read more... )