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rec50Claim: House/Wilson
Title: The House/Wilson First Fuck Radiology Betting Pool
Author: hwshipper
Characters: House, Wilson, Nurse Brenda, Cuddy, the Ducklings, OCs
Prompt: #13. Established Relationship
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long
Brief summary: Wilson finds out about a betting pool in radiology about when in the past, present or future House and Wilson had their first fuck. A light, fluffy, humorous fic and probably the best version of the ‘House/Wilson bet’ idea I’ve read.
Excerpt:
Brenda was right. The Radiology betting pool was indeed based on when, and if, House and Wilson first had sex. The book had looked as though it had been started around the time of House's infarction nearly eight years ago. Changes in handwriting gave House and Wilson the idea that the book seemed to have gone through the hands of several Radiology secretaries since its creation.
The book took the form of a sketched timeline. It listed years before the infarction and the years after, beyond the present day and several years into the future, and at the end a list headed Never.
People had written in their names, date of their bet and amounts of money placed next to approximate dates on the timeline. The amounts of money were mostly small - ten dollars here, twenty dollars there - but the number of people placing bets was really quite high.
'There's Chase!' House said excitedly, and squinted to see when it had been written in. 'So he thinks we first fucked ten years ago. Tut, Chase; I'd expect better from you.'
'And there's Foreman. Five years ago,' Wilson noted.
'Unimaginative as ever. Oh God, Cameron's on the never list,' House groaned. 'How on earth do people ever expect to collect on that one anyway? Maybe if we died.'
'Ah, but she placed the bet only a few months after she started working here,' Wilson pointed out. 'She'd have been in full crush mode. She'd probably bet differently today.'
Link: The House/Wilson First Fuck Radiology Betting Pool
Claim: House/Wilson
Title: Blow the Candles Out
Author: Syal (at the House fanfiction archive)
Characters: Wilson, House, Julie
Prompt: #14. Trapped
Rating: PG-13
Length: Long
Brief summary: It’s Wilson’s birthday and his wife tries to give him what he wants. House does. A melancholy, thoughtful, thoroughly beautiful fic.
Excerpt:
On the day of his birthday, Wilson gets home from work early and immediately trips over a damp-looking paper bag when he walks in the door. He glances down at the purple "Big Joe's Fish Market" label and can only guess.
"Right," he decides as he stands up. "Julie?" His voice trails off in the empty hallway. "You left dinner in the entryway."
He picks up the bag and carries it into the kitchen where Julie is arranging crackers and funny-colored cheeses on a tray. "Is Greg still coming?" she asks, brushing past Wilson to get to the sink.
He sets the bag on the counter and reaches in curiously. Lobster number two raises a banded claw at him. "I think these are still alive," he says with some amount of concern.
Julie pushes past him again. "They're supposed to be. You didn't answer my question. Is Greg still coming?"
Wilson reaches over to steal a cracker, but Julie glares at him until his hand drops back down to his side. "To my knowledge, yes."
"What do you mean, to your knowledge?" She stands on her tiptoes and takes three tiny plates from the overheard cabinet. "Yes or no?"
"Yes." Silence. "You know," Wilson says testily as his wife thrusts the plates into his arms, "I told you it could have been just us. I told you that. I'm seeing Greg tomorrow anyway."
Julie turns around and stares at him with her hands on her hips. "I don't know what you're talking about," and that's all she says before going back to smearing cheese in little circular patterns.
Link: Blow the Candles Out
Title: The House/Wilson First Fuck Radiology Betting Pool
Author: hwshipper
Characters: House, Wilson, Nurse Brenda, Cuddy, the Ducklings, OCs
Prompt: #13. Established Relationship
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long
Brief summary: Wilson finds out about a betting pool in radiology about when in the past, present or future House and Wilson had their first fuck. A light, fluffy, humorous fic and probably the best version of the ‘House/Wilson bet’ idea I’ve read.
Excerpt:
Brenda was right. The Radiology betting pool was indeed based on when, and if, House and Wilson first had sex. The book had looked as though it had been started around the time of House's infarction nearly eight years ago. Changes in handwriting gave House and Wilson the idea that the book seemed to have gone through the hands of several Radiology secretaries since its creation.
The book took the form of a sketched timeline. It listed years before the infarction and the years after, beyond the present day and several years into the future, and at the end a list headed Never.
People had written in their names, date of their bet and amounts of money placed next to approximate dates on the timeline. The amounts of money were mostly small - ten dollars here, twenty dollars there - but the number of people placing bets was really quite high.
'There's Chase!' House said excitedly, and squinted to see when it had been written in. 'So he thinks we first fucked ten years ago. Tut, Chase; I'd expect better from you.'
'And there's Foreman. Five years ago,' Wilson noted.
'Unimaginative as ever. Oh God, Cameron's on the never list,' House groaned. 'How on earth do people ever expect to collect on that one anyway? Maybe if we died.'
'Ah, but she placed the bet only a few months after she started working here,' Wilson pointed out. 'She'd have been in full crush mode. She'd probably bet differently today.'
Link: The House/Wilson First Fuck Radiology Betting Pool
Claim: House/Wilson
Title: Blow the Candles Out
Author: Syal (at the House fanfiction archive)
Characters: Wilson, House, Julie
Prompt: #14. Trapped
Rating: PG-13
Length: Long
Brief summary: It’s Wilson’s birthday and his wife tries to give him what he wants. House does. A melancholy, thoughtful, thoroughly beautiful fic.
Excerpt:
On the day of his birthday, Wilson gets home from work early and immediately trips over a damp-looking paper bag when he walks in the door. He glances down at the purple "Big Joe's Fish Market" label and can only guess.
"Right," he decides as he stands up. "Julie?" His voice trails off in the empty hallway. "You left dinner in the entryway."
He picks up the bag and carries it into the kitchen where Julie is arranging crackers and funny-colored cheeses on a tray. "Is Greg still coming?" she asks, brushing past Wilson to get to the sink.
He sets the bag on the counter and reaches in curiously. Lobster number two raises a banded claw at him. "I think these are still alive," he says with some amount of concern.
Julie pushes past him again. "They're supposed to be. You didn't answer my question. Is Greg still coming?"
Wilson reaches over to steal a cracker, but Julie glares at him until his hand drops back down to his side. "To my knowledge, yes."
"What do you mean, to your knowledge?" She stands on her tiptoes and takes three tiny plates from the overheard cabinet. "Yes or no?"
"Yes." Silence. "You know," Wilson says testily as his wife thrusts the plates into his arms, "I told you it could have been just us. I told you that. I'm seeing Greg tomorrow anyway."
Julie turns around and stares at him with her hands on her hips. "I don't know what you're talking about," and that's all she says before going back to smearing cheese in little circular patterns.
Link: Blow the Candles Out
