1. Wilson goes looking for bridges, and House panics. Done.
2. Wilson's iron will is slipping, and he copes by smoking in the living room. Naked. (WTF?)
3. House flips a coin, blood spatters the carpet, and somehow, it's Foreman's fault. 
4. "You know that I love you boy, hot like Mexico..."
5. Someone tells Wilson that House loves cinnamon. Wilson is ( Read more... )

It's nearly midnight when internet searches finally turn up some articles about the more unknown bridges around the New Jersey area. Directions to all of them are quickly printed out, and he stacks them neatly on the desk next to him. Another search - this time on Wikipedia - tells him all he needs to know about the locations. One particulary ( Read more... )

"Stay close," he whispers ( Read more... )

*takes a deep breath*
Yes, I knowI'mnotsupposedtowriteconfuzingstufflikethatbutmumtoldmeto.
I don't even know where this came from, but here... 158 words mini-ficlet focused on James Wilson. It's crappy, and AU, if you speak that.


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Happy birthday. Since you said no more cake, here's a picture and a dialogue-only for you.
<3 <3 <3

"What are you doing?"
"Covering your ass."
"My ass doesn't need covering."
"Well, I agree with that."
"..."
"Come on. Down with 'em. Stop making a fuss."
"House, I'm not - give me my pants back!"
"..."
"House, stop it!"
"..."
"I'm leaving."
"Why, Jimmy. What a ( Read more... )

Hope you like them.


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Monday morning, he wakes up confused. The bed sheets next to him are rumpled and not, like usually, untouched and smooth. He straightens them with a frown and a sigh, then gets ready for work. It's not until he opens the fridge to get milk for his coffee that he realizes something else is off. Way off, actually ( Read more... )

"Not trying to annoy you," he announces when he walks right into your bedroom in the morning. You mumble something, maybe "Didn't hear you knocking," but your pillow muffles most of it and House is busy settling down anyway. You feel the mattress dip down on your left side, slowly, as if someone's not sure if it's a good idea to climb into bed with ( Read more... )

Water swirls around his hands. It's cold, much colder than he thought it would be. Yet he's there and wonders if somehow this could be a joke. People will eventually realize that there's more to him than what they see, he thinks. Or wants to think, because no matter how hard he tries, he will always be what they see in him ( Read more... )

Flushed bright red, lips open
And gasping with long, soft fingers
Gripping and pulling and then
There's bright white light behind closed
Eyelids and no sound at all.

Wilson's love consumes.