S'more Fic

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untitled, unbetaed, rated G, and that's about as many words as this microfic has.

When Wilson came into work on Monday he was wearing a dusty, beaten up old fez, and had a giant plush hairy spider dangling from his lapel by a long elastic string.  It jiggled and bounced as he walked.  There was a small beanie baby chipmunk stuffed into his belt.  There was a wrist brace on his left wrist.  He wore a pair of old sneakers on which someone had inked brightly blooming flowers.  By the time Cuddy click-clacked her way across the lobby to confront him, his face was beet red.

"House?" she asked.

Wilson grimaced.  "I took him to the state fair Saturday.  They have these booths with darts.  You throw them and win things.  I--they had this big fluffy blue dolphin.  I thought it would go great in the pediatric oncology playroom.  You know, new toys are always the most fun for the kids.  I'm great at darts. So--"

"You made a bet with him, didn't you?"

"It was a sure thing!"

She shook her head.  "Why do you do this to yourself?"  She narrowed her eyes and peered at him.  "What happened to your wrist?"

Wilson's face turned a brighter shade of crimson.  "I--may have strained it throwing the darts.  The game did take a long time."

She grinned.  "I'm almost afraid to ask, but ...what's going on with the shirt?"   Standing this close, she'd have to have been blind not to notice that it was too large and, even disguised under Wilson's jacket, hung strangely.

Wilson leaned towards her and said quietly, "Padded bra."

At her expression Wilson added, "Yeah.  If anyone wants me I'll just be in the morgue.  All day."

Her laughter followed him down the stairs.  Once he was alone, uncomfortably ensconced in the always chilly morgue and using an autopsy table for a desk, he allowed himself to smile.  The last laugh would be his.  They hadn't seen House yet.


End.

Brynnamorgan has done a wonderful illustration of House and Wilson here

House M.D. Fanfiction: Scout's Honor pt 2

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Mythbusters - a fic

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Here is a short piece that has been in my mind for a very long time, and with camp Sick!Wilson coming to a close soon I thought it was time to finally get it down on paper. All this sick!Wilson stuff has been a lot of fun and has really given me a push to try writing in ways I have never done before - like first person POV - or in the case of haiku, since 5th grade. So...a big thank you to all the lovely mods and counselors that put all these challenges together!

Title: Mythbusters (subtitled – Five Myths Busted About the House/Wilson Relationship)

Author: Barefootpuddles

Word Count: 1001

Rating: PG

Pairing: House/Wilson gen

Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own.

Notes: Written in the first person, House’s POV

Beta: With special thanks to cresty_on_ry  for her awesome feedback and suggestions

 

Summary: House is a fan of Mythbusters, though when it comes to Wilson, no one seems to want to listen.

 Mythbusters - at my journal

Let’s Gather ‘Round the Campfire (#4)

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7/10 ETA: Help! I've fallen behind on replying and can't get up!

Sorry campers, RL intruded, and I was out most of the day. As a rule, I'm incoherent after 5pm, so I'm not going to attempt responding this evening. Your great comments deserve more than gibberish. Bear with me, I'll be back tomorrow. You guys are the best! *hugs* The mod is in.

Hi Campers!

Have you brought your flashlights? We've had wonderful discussions over the last few weeks, but do you have the fortitude to discuss today's topic, ghost stories? You know what I'm talking about... dun dunn dunnn... the deathfic. Is it a guilty pleasure or does it squick you out? Do you have to be in the mood (bookmark them for later)? Why?

Food for thought:
Is a good cry enough for you, or after you finish the story, do you mentally write a different ending, like House coming to Wilson's rescue with a last minute diagnosis and cure.

What about the causes? Illness or Accident? Anyone want to discuss the irony of the oncologist getting cancer?

Going a bit afield: Does your interest or disinterest about characters dying extend to watching movies, (randomly chosen titles: Dead Poets Society, In the Gloaming) and reading novels, or is that a different experience for you?

For writers: can you write and read them? Do you prefer one or the other?

Alright, I've used up my quota of questions marks so let's hear from you. And as always, please talk amongst yourselves, and don’t be shy about asking questions and chatting with your neighbors.