Differential Diagnosis People: Safe From Harm
A bit of a change of pace in this week's fic up for discussion, with a little action, a little adventure and a little mayhem.
A reminder, we've got two more fics up in this round of the Hall of Fame, then will take a brief break before launching Round Two. We can always use more nominees. Don't assume that your favorite has already been nominated. Send nominees to housefic.meta@gmail.com.
And now:
Story and Link: Safe from Harm
http://panthea.populli.net/fiction/safefromharm1.html
Author: Mayatawi
Rating: Gen
Synopsis: In the author's words: "This story is what happens when I mainline old House episodes, re-read The Gun Seller, and then fall asleep and have cracked-out dreams. For some reason, my brain decided that House needed an Adventure. I was only too happy to comply." House and Chase, mostly.
Nominated By: Maineac
Why it should be in a Housefic Hall of Fame: This piece is unique. Well researched and fast-paced, it manages to be laugh-out-loud funny and a good medical/thriller mystery at the same time. Much like...Gun Seller. Hmmm.
Sample: Lowell cleared his throat and said, "Whoever it was seemed to be concentrating on the medical records. Have you had any suspicious patients in the clinic lately?"
House shot him a hard look. The boy was too clever for his own good.
"Suspicious patients? Well, let me think, there was one incredibly tan young man with a bomb strapped under his arm--"
"He's kidding," Cuddy muttered. She looked like she was getting a migraine.
"I love having an interpreter," House remarked to the room in general. "Do
you come in pocket-size?"
Cuddy closed her eyes briefly. "Oh, go back to work already."
"But we're just getting started here! I'm sure Officer Lowell would love to
hear about the mass murderer with the strategically-placed scar--"
"Go."
"Excuse me, Detective," House said to Schaeffer. "Clearly my presence is no longer required. If you have any more questions, I'll be cleaning my
office." He paused. "Well, no, I won't-- that's what minions are for. I'll
just be holding the whip." He turned back to Cuddy. "Could I borrow your
whip?"
A reminder, we've got two more fics up in this round of the Hall of Fame, then will take a brief break before launching Round Two. We can always use more nominees. Don't assume that your favorite has already been nominated. Send nominees to housefic.meta@gmail.com.
And now:
Story and Link: Safe from Harm
http://panthea.populli.net/fiction/safefromharm1.html
Author: Mayatawi
Rating: Gen
Synopsis: In the author's words: "This story is what happens when I mainline old House episodes, re-read The Gun Seller, and then fall asleep and have cracked-out dreams. For some reason, my brain decided that House needed an Adventure. I was only too happy to comply." House and Chase, mostly.
Nominated By: Maineac
Why it should be in a Housefic Hall of Fame: This piece is unique. Well researched and fast-paced, it manages to be laugh-out-loud funny and a good medical/thriller mystery at the same time. Much like...Gun Seller. Hmmm.
Sample: Lowell cleared his throat and said, "Whoever it was seemed to be concentrating on the medical records. Have you had any suspicious patients in the clinic lately?"
House shot him a hard look. The boy was too clever for his own good.
"Suspicious patients? Well, let me think, there was one incredibly tan young man with a bomb strapped under his arm--"
"He's kidding," Cuddy muttered. She looked like she was getting a migraine.
"I love having an interpreter," House remarked to the room in general. "Do
you come in pocket-size?"
Cuddy closed her eyes briefly. "Oh, go back to work already."
"But we're just getting started here! I'm sure Officer Lowell would love to
hear about the mass murderer with the strategically-placed scar--"
"Go."
"Excuse me, Detective," House said to Schaeffer. "Clearly my presence is no longer required. If you have any more questions, I'll be cleaning my
office." He paused. "Well, no, I won't-- that's what minions are for. I'll
just be holding the whip." He turned back to Cuddy. "Could I borrow your
whip?"