( I use this tag way too often )

So, the new season of Heroes finally premiered out here. Yay! I'd missed my Heroes. I maybe, sorta, have a Plaude idea with Future!Peter but I need to work out the logistics. What I do have is a bit of Claude!Angst; I hope to post it tomorrow.

The power and (mostly) the internet have been wonky all week, forcing me to spend my lazy afternoons ( Read more... )

“I don’t want to be miserable.” It was the first time he said it out loud. The words floated awkward and painful in the dim light of the bedroom.

“Then don’t be,” said Chase with a shrug.

House scoffed in annoyance. “I forgot my magic wand in my other pajama pants.”

“I’m serious. Stop telling yourself you’re miserable and you’ll stop being ( Read more... )

He dreams of the sea. Roaring waves dissolving into blankets of foam and sand beneath his feet. The sky sails over him, enveloping the world in infinite cerulean. Someone comes to stand beside him; tall and nonchalant, and Peter is lost to an entirely different shade of blue. Brighter than the sea and clearer than the sky above; green and gray but ( Read more... )

House looked around the room, all quiet and motionless. He rolled to his back; his leg gave a stabbing shriek. He clenched his fists. Beside him, Chase shifted and let out a weak moan. It was then that House noticed that his fingers were firmly closed around Chase’s wrist. He frowned at his hand; something about the gesture seemed wrong. It was ( Read more... )

¡FELIZ DÍA DE MUERTOS!

“Hello?” answered the cheery voice of James Wilson.

“Dr. Wilson, hi, it’s Chase.”

“Hi, Chase, everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Thanks.”

“Just ask him!” came House’s impatient tone.

Chase sighed into the phone. “You don’t happen to have a glue-gun, do you?”

“A glue-gun?”

“Yeah, uh, a gun for hot glue.”

“No, sorry,” apologized ( Read more... )

“So?”

“So what, Pete?”

“Your costume.”

“No thanks.”

“Claude, you need a costume for Halloween.”

“Already got one, mate. Built in and everything, I’m brilliant like that.”

“One that people can see.” A thoughtful pause. “You could be a king or-”

“’m not wearing tights.”

“We could get you a leather jacket and-”

“No.”

“The Invisible Man!”

“I ( Read more... )

Sometimes, House would rationalize that he was trying to fill the void left by Wilson; he needed someone to orbit around him in the same fashion the oncologist had for such a long time. That was the easiest way to explain the long hours he spent with Chase. And yet, most of the time, he knew the Wilson-shaped hole in his life was still angry and ( Read more... )

( Part III )