Set in Season 3, House and Cuddy hookup at a bar. (Yes, I'm being intentionally vague.)

House was sitting at his favorite bar stool in his favorite bar drinking his favorite brand of scotch when a rather cheery group of revelers came through the front door and sat down at a nearby table ( Read more... )

A lot of people really dug this prompt so allow me to say this to my fellow fic writers: Take it! I went with a more playful, Alvie-powered version of this prompt, but it could obviously go in many different, heavier directions. If you want to write your alternate version of Help Me, where there is Cuddy’s grandfather’s book, but no collapsed crane ( Read more... )

This one comes from a great prompt from the lovely and talented suzmum: What if House gave Cuddy her grandfather’s book but a crane never collapsed in Trenton? You’ll recognize the dialogue from the opening scene in Help Me (thank you marvelous LJ House transcript people). I go rogue from there. Decided to break this bad boy into two parts because ( Read more... )

The medicine in this fic is the absolute worst kind: Half based on real science and half made-up. I apologize to all doctors who read this one in advance. Also, eternal thanks to my future Polish roomie, for her ongoing nagging (and moral support).-atd

House was conducting a DDx when Foreman showed up in the doorway.

“Gotta case for you,” he ( Read more... )

Okay, here's the finale. I had to split it into two parts because LJ is being a bitch, so chapter two is here. Read chapter 2 first!!!

House scanned the Oregonian obituaries every day, relieved each time to not see his father’s name. And then, three months later, there it was.

Clifford West, 82, survived by his loving wife Joan, his four ( Read more... )

I do so regret not calling this story Regret. . . - atd

Clifford West sat in at a corner table at the Patterson Coffee Shop, looking slightly out of time and place in his tweed jacket, with his wool fedora hanging from a nearby coat rack, reading the New York Times business section, and sipping on a mug of coffee. He shifted in his seat nervously ( Read more... )

Here’s a post-Bombshells fic about House’s biological father coming to visit him. No Dominika in this one because she RUINS EVERYTHING. I think 2-parts should do the trick here. Hope you enjoy! - atd

Cuddy was on her way to her office when she saw a tall elderly man-tall and distinguished looking-wandering the halls looking a bit lost.
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I was initially going to post this as fic a one-shot, but it was getting too long. The upshot is that this second part doesn’t QUITE pass muster as a standalone; it’s all denouement, little action. That being said, I hope you enjoy the (semi) redemption of Julia Cuddy and the adorkably corny ending. xo, atd

He avoided her at work, eating ( Read more... )

This one came from a great prompt from Princess Rainbow Puke: What if the grieving husband of one of House’s patients took out his anger on House by shooting Cuddy!? How might House react? Also, bonus credit to Her Royal GIFness for reminding me of Cuddy’s apropos line from Both Sides Now, which I quote here. This fic will be in two parts. xo, atd
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Here’s our conclusion to the story. It probably doesn’t need to be said, but I do want to make one thing clear. Ali is crazy and based on a specific character created by the House writers. Most women don’t lie about sexual harassment or rape. (Sorry, just needed to get that off my chest. Now back to your regularly scheduled frivolity.)The morning ( Read more... )