House M.D. Fic Challenge: Jagged Little Pill
There's an interesting discussion going on over at blackmare 's about the pills Rachel called "candy" and whether House might have been using regularly even before Cuddy's health crisis.
I'd like to extend a fic challenge (not a contest ;)), open to any LJ user: Where did House get the Vicodin and how long had he been using it? Any length, any rating, any pairing; just post a link to your fic in the comments below when you're ready to share.
As a warm up, here's an evil little idea that's been brewing all day.
Title: Fix
Author: Flywoman
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: He can't resist his compulsions either. Drabble set during 7X15, "Bombshells."
Marco had given him an odd look when he submitted the scrip but didn't ask any awkward questions.
He'd sworn not to interfere, but he couldn't stand seeing them suffer anymore. His friend's failure to stay at the side of a sick loved one was the last straw. He'd been stalwart in his support of this misbegotten enterprise for months, but even he had to recognize that sometimes you had to break something before you could fix it.
Humming under his breath, Wilson tucked the prescription vial into the pocket of House's motorcycle jacket and then went back to work.
I'd like to extend a fic challenge (not a contest ;)), open to any LJ user: Where did House get the Vicodin and how long had he been using it? Any length, any rating, any pairing; just post a link to your fic in the comments below when you're ready to share.
As a warm up, here's an evil little idea that's been brewing all day.
Title: Fix
Author: Flywoman
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: He can't resist his compulsions either. Drabble set during 7X15, "Bombshells."
Marco had given him an odd look when he submitted the scrip but didn't ask any awkward questions.
He'd sworn not to interfere, but he couldn't stand seeing them suffer anymore. His friend's failure to stay at the side of a sick loved one was the last straw. He'd been stalwart in his support of this misbegotten enterprise for months, but even he had to recognize that sometimes you had to break something before you could fix it.
Humming under his breath, Wilson tucked the prescription vial into the pocket of House's motorcycle jacket and then went back to work.