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[round one] Artist: cryptictac
Title: You Go Your Way
Subject: When there's no tomorrow, they can either leave everything unsaid between them, or take the last chance they have before they run out of time.
Pairing/Rating: House/Cuddy, PG.
Medium: Vid
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cryptictac
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Title: Your Hand In Mine
Author:hihoplastic
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: G
Length: 30 000 words
Spoilers: None
Summary: They can say anything to each other, now that there's no tomorrow.
Excerpt:
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Subject: When there's no tomorrow, they can either leave everything unsaid between them, or take the last chance they have before they run out of time.
Pairing/Rating: House/Cuddy, PG.
Medium: Vid
Artist:
cryptictacDownload the trailer: Right-click save-as
Title: Your Hand In Mine
Author:
hihoplasticPairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: G
Length: 30 000 words
Spoilers: None
Summary: They can say anything to each other, now that there's no tomorrow.
Excerpt:
There was silence among the clinic nursing staff early in the morning two days ago when one of the patients switched the station from MTV to CNN. The newscaster with dark brown hair and a tiny nose was reporting a plane crash about three hundred miles off the coast of Ireland.
"Flight 311," he was saying, and then a child wailed loudly. "Mechanical failure" slipped through the noise and then Cuddy's new secretary, Jill or Jane or Josie, dropped the stack of files she was supposed to hand to Brenda. "left Zurich this morning...fatalities unknown."
The secretary was pale and Brenda told the patient with the remote to turn up the volume.
"I booked that flight," whispered Jenny or Julia or Joanne, and by then all the nurses were staring. Brenda grabbed the secretary's elbow and quickly put her in a chair.
Wilson was walking through the lobby, eyes on a file. He was mid-sentence when he looked up, noticed the collective gaze to the screen. "What--?" he started as the newscaster was saying again, "from Zurich" and "help is already on the way." Wilson said "oh god" and the secretary choked back a sob.
The patient approached one of the nurses and asked what was going on.
"The dean of medicine's on that flight."
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