Differential Diagnosis People: Wingman
First off, sorry for the delay in getting this posted. Secondly, to delay things even more, I'd like to note something and make two requests. This fic has no "why this fic belongs in the Library" quote, mostly because I forgot to doublecheck if I had it early enough, so figure that you can fill that spot with your comments. Which brings us to:
If you nominated a fic that's coming up -- the schedule is here please try to get me a "why this fic belongs" statement at least a week in advance. I sometimes forget to doublecheck (obviously). If you see a fic on the upcoming list and aren't sure if we have one, drop me an email or PM and I'll let you know.
Second request: Authors, I thought I'd gotten a request to shift a date for discussion, but now I can't find that request. (It's been a hectic summer for me.) If you'd like to move around the date, we can do so, but please contact me again and remind me. Thanks. And now ...
Title: Wingman
Author: srsly_yes
Summary: Friendship, blindness, and a charity ball. House-Wilson friendship story with a kind of role reversal.
Nominated by: la_localfreak
Excerpt:
Freedom was infectious. Wilson beamed and moved toward his friend’s voice. Like two train cars coupling, he took hold of House's proffered left upper arm when an elbow brushed against his right. “Lead on Kemo Sabe.”
They headed out to the parking lot at a surprising clip with House opening the conversation to debate. “Noooo, I’m way cooler than the Lone Ranger.”
“Well, you can’t be Batman, because I refuse to be Robin.”
The two argued nonstop all the way to the cleaners to pick up their tuxes, and escalated the squabble as they criticized each other’s selections on the drive back to Wilson’s apartment. Unknown to Wilson, House deliberately cruised around the block a couple of times until they finally settled upon their superhero identities. Wilson snorted at House’s choice of the Silver Surfer. “Yeah, a silver cane would make a nice touch while balancing on a surfboard.”
Wilson’s pick-the Daredevil, prompted House to wisecrack while Wilson climbed out of his car with his tuxedo in one hand, white cane in the other. “You have the blind part down, work on your reckless disregard for danger before we go to Cuddy’s ball.”
If you nominated a fic that's coming up -- the schedule is here please try to get me a "why this fic belongs" statement at least a week in advance. I sometimes forget to doublecheck (obviously). If you see a fic on the upcoming list and aren't sure if we have one, drop me an email or PM and I'll let you know.
Second request: Authors, I thought I'd gotten a request to shift a date for discussion, but now I can't find that request. (It's been a hectic summer for me.) If you'd like to move around the date, we can do so, but please contact me again and remind me. Thanks. And now ...
Title: Wingman
Author: srsly_yes
Summary: Friendship, blindness, and a charity ball. House-Wilson friendship story with a kind of role reversal.
Nominated by: la_localfreak
Excerpt:
Freedom was infectious. Wilson beamed and moved toward his friend’s voice. Like two train cars coupling, he took hold of House's proffered left upper arm when an elbow brushed against his right. “Lead on Kemo Sabe.”
They headed out to the parking lot at a surprising clip with House opening the conversation to debate. “Noooo, I’m way cooler than the Lone Ranger.”
“Well, you can’t be Batman, because I refuse to be Robin.”
The two argued nonstop all the way to the cleaners to pick up their tuxes, and escalated the squabble as they criticized each other’s selections on the drive back to Wilson’s apartment. Unknown to Wilson, House deliberately cruised around the block a couple of times until they finally settled upon their superhero identities. Wilson snorted at House’s choice of the Silver Surfer. “Yeah, a silver cane would make a nice touch while balancing on a surfboard.”
Wilson’s pick-the Daredevil, prompted House to wisecrack while Wilson climbed out of his car with his tuxedo in one hand, white cane in the other. “You have the blind part down, work on your reckless disregard for danger before we go to Cuddy’s ball.”