Title: Here's To Knowing For Sure
Author: logastellus
Rating: PG
Notes: This Chase/Cam piece was written for Housefic Clinic's Kickstarter exercise. Original comments are there; feedback and concrit are welcome.

I took a minor liberty with the prompt, which was "You talk in your sleep," he said, and was surprised when she smiled. Thanks to pwcorgigirl for ( Read more... )

The soft whirr of the CD spinning up in his alarm clock wakes Wilson.  He shuts it off before the CD begins playing, and turns his head to look at Julie.  She is asleep, still and peaceful.

For once, he feels pretty peaceful himself.  He knows things are still not well between ( Read more... )

House’s face relaxes into a rare expression of unguarded pleasure, something only music seems to bring him anymore.

“I got plenty o’nuthin, nuthin’s plenty for me.”

Mel Torme’s baritone is like really, really good whiskey, dark and velvety and intoxicating.

“I got no car, got no mule, I got no misery.”

House is lying on the floor ( Read more... )

Title: The Piano (6/8)
Author: logastellus
Rating: R (fic as a whole for sex, language, themes)
Disclaimers: I only wish I had some claim to House, Wilson, and the other denizens of PPTH. My eternal adoration to David Shore and the writers who bring these characters to life each week.
Notes: Vaguely spoilerish for Season 2, through "The Mistake ( Read more... )

Wilson had looked him straight in the eye and told the truth, House feels certain.  And the truth had surprised him.  It simply hadn’t occurred to him that Wilson wasn’t sleeping with the hematologist.  He feels vaguely troubled by the discovery, but can’t put his finger on why.

He turns back to the window, staring out at the lighted ( Read more... )

It has been a week since That Night, as Wilson has come to think of it.  The impersonal appellation lets him avoid thinking too closely about what happened, or about how much more deeply Julie’s bitter silence cuts him in the aftermath.  He really had intended the kiss to be no more than comforting.

“I thought I could win her back.”  House’s ( Read more... )

The faint lines around Wilson’s mouth deepen as he smiles tiredly.  “Then he is a good candidate for the study?”

Ella smiles back.  Seth Greer, an eight year old with recurrent lymphoma, still has a crummy prognosis, but it is better now than it was an hour ago.  “Oh yeah.  I’ll fax Aster for approval, of course, but Seth definitely fits the ( Read more... )

Title: The Piano (2/8)
Author: logastellus
Rating: R, to be on the safe side.
Disclaimers: I only wish I had some claim to House, Wilson, and the other denizens of PPTH.  My eternal adoration to David Shore and the writers who bring these characters to life each week.
Thanks: to Meldraw for your insight and suggestions, and to extrabitter, PWCorgigirl, Namasteyoga, and the many ( Read more... )

I think of the space between Samhain and Yule as being the quietude of new beginnings, when everything is possible and the spirit of the world is coiling up beneath the snow, awaiting Yuletide and the blazing transformation from potential to realization.

Samhain is a beginning, and an end.  The Lady is poised betwixt and between, the ( Read more... )