More P.L.O.T.!  I haven't gotten back into the "Pencils" groove, but expect to see an update of that in the next day or two!

After striking out in the janitor’s closet, Wilson roams the hallways at random, hoping he’ll spot House. His feet are cold and he’s tired, and after a while he gives up and heads back to his room. It’s possible, he tells ( Read more... )

He wakes up with a nurse leaning over him. “Dr. Wilson? Do you remember where you are?”

“The hospital,” he says irritatedly, “I fell off an elephant.” The nurse shines a light in his eyes; he tries to bat it away. “Where’s House?” he asks, looking around the room.

“I’m sorry?” She’s a night nurse; she probably doesn’t know House.

“Kid who was with me ( Read more... )

            The Diagnostics office is dark and empty when Chase returns from the circus, toting sample containers of the elephant’s skin scrapings, saliva, and bedding, and a rapidly-cooling funnel cake.  Naturally, there are no clues as to where House is, or Wilson, either.  He has to ask what seems like everyone in the hospital before he finds ( Read more... )

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House still isn’t sure how he got off of the elephant, after watching in horror as Wilson tumbled to the ground, rapidly turning blue.  But within a moment, he’d been in the sawdust next to him, feeling at his pulse and assessing his breathing-or lack thereof.  “Stay back,” he’d yelled to the crowd of people forming around him.  “You ( Read more... )

A/N:  A short PLOT update.  Warning:  Cliffhanger!  Y'all are going to hate me for this....
A/N2:  If anyone  wants to meet up in Philadelphia to look at fetuses in jars, I'm game.

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He’d been dubious when Wilson suggested they go to the circus-he’s not a fan of clowns and never has been-but he has to admit it’s been fun so far.  He ( Read more... )

            “I want some cotton candy, and a sno-cone, and some popcorn, and then I want to see the Snake Lady and the Real Mermaid and I wanna ride the elephant,” House says, all in one breath.

“Okay, okay,” Wilson says, laughing.  “Can I park the car first?”

“As long as you hurry,” House concedes.

Wilson pulls ( Read more... )

            When Wilson struggles through the door, weighed down with bags of shopping, he’s greeted by an empty house.  His first thought is a panicked conviction that House’s parents have come back and whisked him away.  But there are no signs of a struggle, and if House’s parents had tried to take him anywhere, he definitely would have struggled ( Read more... )

            House stays in the bedroom for a long time-Chase has started to wonder if he should go check on him when he finally comes out.  “My dad didn’t recognize me,” he says.  “When they were here this morning.”

“That’s….”  Chase doesn’t know what to say.  “That sucks.”

“Yeah.”  House flops onto the floor and coaxes ( Read more... )

            House freezes, like a mouse in front of snake, when his father sees him.  It’s not until his mother says his name that the spell is broken, and he turns and hurries back to his room, and slams the door behind him.

He shouldn’t have gone out there, but he couldn’t hear what Wilson and his parents were saying from the bedroom ( Read more... )

The promised chapter!    Bit of a cliffhanger;  expect another  update tomorrow or the next day.

Wilson’s doing the usual morning laundry and House is watching cartoons when the phone rings.  He picks it up.  “This is Wilson.”

“Hello, James.”  It’s House’s mother.  Damn.  She calls once a month or so for House updates, but ( Read more... )