Written in 2011 for the "Where Do We Go from Here?" Chain Fic Challenge on Live Journal
Post 7X23, "Moving On." When Wilson tracks House down at his beach paradise, they find themselves entangled in local politics and are made an offer they can't refuse.
Five years after its series finale, the family behind what was once the most popular show in the world share their adoration for Hugh Laurie, the show’s one regret, and the storyline for the ninth season that never was.
And now we know that the lost Doris Egan episode WAS shot and discarded! Motherfuckers.
Ficlet: French Chef
Sept. 28, 2015
Wilson is determined to bake. House is determined to make Wilson miserable. A ficlet.
Favorite line: He was wearing an apron that said GO AWAY I’M COOKING in big black letters. (points for artisanal marmalade)
Nothin' Says Lovin' Like Somethin' In The Oven
Sept. 20, 2015
A collection of cracky food drabbles. Castiel tries to find a way to enjoy food, now that he's an angel again and can only taste molecules.
Favorite line: "I’m head of the science department, and there’s a man in a trenchcoat in my lab licking the petri dishes.”
Party On, Dean!
August 20, 2015
Dean, Soulless Sam
Dean goes to a wild party. Sam doesn't care.
Favorite line: “If you had a soul you’d give me so much crap.”
OMG OMG OMG: The Winchesters Go To A Dr. Sexy Fan Convention
June 22, 2015
Dean, Sam, OCs
Dean drags Sam to Creation Entertain's Salute To Dr. Sexy
Favorite line: Dean snatched up a Dr. Sexy lanyard, a Dr. Sexy coffee table book, “The Story Of Sexy”; and a replica pair of Dr. Sexy cowboy boots.
The Unbearable Truth
March 18, 2015
Wilson, Nurse Jeffrey, Sandy the assistant
A silly little ficlet about Wilson's morning after
Favorite line: Oh, dear unmerciful God…he was made up as Lady Gaga.
House slid onto the stool on the outside of the kitchen island. Wilson’s hair was mussed, a cloth thrown over his shoulder. He was wearing an apron that said GO AWAY I’M COOKING in big black letters. He bustled between the island and the stove. Baking sheets on the kitchen side of the island held perfectly placed little beige disks.
“Nice looking cookies,” House said, reaching out toward a baking sheet. To his amazement, Wilson slapped his hand away.
Wilson’s voice went up an octave. “Ah-ah! It takes over two hours to make macarons. And don’t touch that jar. It’s French artisanal marmalade.”
“Artisanal marmalade? Just how gay are you, Wilson?” House again reached toward the baking sheet, again got his hand slapped.
“Gay enough for you,” Wilson muttered. “House, these macarons are for the oncology department office party tomorrow.”
“—with artisanal marmalade? Why don’t you do what everyone else does and get a cake at the supermarket?” House leaned forward and peered at the little round discs. “Can I lick the bowl?”
“I washed it.” Wilson stepped back from the counter, hands on his hips.
“Of course you did. Jesus, you’re no fun at all.” His hand darted out and grabbed one of the discs. Wilson cried out as House popped it into his mouth. He chewed, then made a face.
“It’s not a cookie,” he said, mouth full.
“I told you, House, it’s a macaron! They’re French and you make them with whipped egg whites. Like meringue, but a cookie—“
“Ah-HA! You called it a cookie!”
“Dammit!” Wilson buried his face in his hands.
House snatched another one. “For a cookie, it’s not bad.”
Believe it or not, another entry devoted to The Princess And The Peeved. I had a long talk with a fanfic copyright expert. I can publish this book (she even knows presses who do this) providing I "scrub the serial numbers". Fortunately, I already removed all of the staff's names, and changing the hospital isn't a problem. And I changed Wilson's first name to Peter.
But House...what in God's name do I call Gregory House? I'm going to wait until the final draft is finished. It's been on and off the shelf these past few years.
Does anyone have any suggestions????
House and Wilson's "stunt doubles" courtesy of brindlewolf
For one thing, I think I'd be upset if someone else published my stories, even with credit. Who knows why she purged her journals?
Phew...my conscience is clear.
If you're in the mood for some old-school House, I suggest you take a look.
This video has the extended version. It was written by Scott Donaldson and Dick Nelson and meant to sound like 'Teardrop'. From what I've been able to dig up, it's called "House". If it's not for sale, does anyone know how to make this soundtrap into an mp.3 file or something?