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... )

They've survived the Apocalypse. Capital-A, Day of Judgement, fire and flooding and wrath of God, the End of the World came and went and somehow, as far as Harper can see, everything's fine ( Read more... )

Baking wasn't Stacy's strong point, not even close. Mark had been sweetly tolerant of her attempts, but the bread usually failed to rise and the cookies came out blackened around the edges on a good day. He'd still nibbled on one, swallowing down crumbs and what could have been a grimace before she'd taken pity on him. After that, she'd chosen to ( Read more... )

House was exhausted. Beyond exhausted. He'd considered trying to sleep during the day while Jack was up and about, but he'd hardly been by the clinic at all since the mess of the last week and he needed to check on Mimi at the very least.

Jack had been back for two nights. The first, House hadn't slept because Jack had rolled in in the wee ( Read more... )

Jack hadn't had their gifts ready when he attended the wedding, so when he was sure they'd be back, he took three packages to Padme and Jay. The third was something for Sola, of course ( Read more... )

It started out as a normal Monday. House taught his class in the morning (mostly he sat and talked this time, regaling them with tales of the different cases he'd had involving tapeworms and other parasites, then quizzing them on symptoms), stopped by the kitchen where he ate two mangos and some unidentifiable soup that contained some ( Read more... )

Ever since Lisa had changed clinic shifts, Stacy had seen less of her friend on Sundays. It should have been the other way around, with Lisa now taking the Saturday shift. But she'd been given new responsibilities at the clinic and was happy about it, so Lisa Cuddy had been immersing herself in work. Stacy knew it was good for her friend, the ( Read more... )

House limped into the clinic, having left Padfoot (the dog formerly and sometimes affectionately known as Fucker) just outside the compound despite an initial insistence upon coming inside. House dealt with animals much the same way he dealt with small children - pure intimidation. He'd found that a good trick in the clinic was to look a toddler ( Read more... )

It had taken Lucy days to find everything she needed to make Susan and Jon a gift for their wedding. She'd borrowed needle and thread, found material she'd thought would work in the clothing chest along with ribbons she'd removed from some items. The flowers had been easiest, those she'd picked earlier that week and dried inside of her room. ( Read more... )

It was too late at night (or early in the morning) for Cameron to pretend she'd just come down to the clinic to clean the wound on her arm. Unable to sleep, the clinic was the only place that felt comfortable to her, and if she was lucky, maybe she could rest her head on the desk and doze off ( Read more... )