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rec502006-09-07 03:22 pm
rangergirl.livejournal.com) wrote in rec502006-09-07 03:22 pm
Entry tags:
Stumble, Side Effects
Claim: House M.D., House/Wilson
Prompt: 07. Love
Title: Stumble
Author: Ivory Novelist
Rating: PG-13
Length: Epic
Brief summary: This is a completely original take on the generally cliched plot that is "House overdoses on Vicodin". On the same night, Wilson is seriously injured in a car wreck. The story follows the time both spend in hospital. It's possibly the best exploration I've seen of the House/Wilson friendship, with flashbacks to the infarction used to brilliant and poignant effect. There is no slash, and there doesn't need to be. If you only read one H/W fic in your life, make it this one.
Link: Stumble
He strained to get back on his feet, moved to the piano, stood sullenly before it. The keys were sleeping under the cover. He set his beer down next to the sheet music, propped his cane against the bench, took out his Vicodin bottle. He listened to the familiar rattling of pills as he unscrewed the cap. There was no voice in his head warning him of consequences. Wilson was only there for a second, a flash. He was smiling. House didn’t.
He poured the whole bottle into his hand.
Piano started singing in his head.
Claim: House M.D., House/Wilson
Prompt: 29. Intoxication
Title: Side Effects
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isagel
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long
Brief summary: One of the first slash fics I read for these two, and it's still one of the best. The dialogue is pitch-perfect, the sex is both hot and completely convincing, and both House and Wilson just make sense throughout. Oh, and extra points for the shower setting.
Link: Side Effects
"You want to tell me what’s going on, or did we just skip the honeymoon and move directly to the part where your wife doesn’t understand you anymore?"
House shot him a quick glance, a pale flash like magnesium fire.
"Wouldn’t want you to get homesick."
Words that stung like a whiplash, but of course they were meant to. Wilson bit back the mental flinch and stepped closer.
"And long to leave you? Can’t imagine why that would ever happen."
My table is here.
Prompt: 07. Love
Title: Stumble
Author: Ivory Novelist
Rating: PG-13
Length: Epic
Brief summary: This is a completely original take on the generally cliched plot that is "House overdoses on Vicodin". On the same night, Wilson is seriously injured in a car wreck. The story follows the time both spend in hospital. It's possibly the best exploration I've seen of the House/Wilson friendship, with flashbacks to the infarction used to brilliant and poignant effect. There is no slash, and there doesn't need to be. If you only read one H/W fic in your life, make it this one.
Link: Stumble
He strained to get back on his feet, moved to the piano, stood sullenly before it. The keys were sleeping under the cover. He set his beer down next to the sheet music, propped his cane against the bench, took out his Vicodin bottle. He listened to the familiar rattling of pills as he unscrewed the cap. There was no voice in his head warning him of consequences. Wilson was only there for a second, a flash. He was smiling. House didn’t.
He poured the whole bottle into his hand.
Piano started singing in his head.
Claim: House M.D., House/Wilson
Prompt: 29. Intoxication
Title: Side Effects
Author:
isagelRating: NC-17
Length: Long
Brief summary: One of the first slash fics I read for these two, and it's still one of the best. The dialogue is pitch-perfect, the sex is both hot and completely convincing, and both House and Wilson just make sense throughout. Oh, and extra points for the shower setting.
Link: Side Effects
"You want to tell me what’s going on, or did we just skip the honeymoon and move directly to the part where your wife doesn’t understand you anymore?"
House shot him a quick glance, a pale flash like magnesium fire.
"Wouldn’t want you to get homesick."
Words that stung like a whiplash, but of course they were meant to. Wilson bit back the mental flinch and stepped closer.
"And long to leave you? Can’t imagine why that would ever happen."
My table is here.