house_bigbang | [round one] Artist: leiascully (Reply)

Title: Untitled
Subject: Movie Poster for "Dark Water."
Pairing/Rating: Gen, G.
Medium: Photoshop
Artist:

leiascully

Title: Dark Water
Author:

delphinapterus
Pairing: House/Wilson/Cuddy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 23 000 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: AU. Wilson has to do a freebie because of a mix up with a race horse. House is just getting back into the game and Cuddy finds both these ghosts from the past showing up at the same time. Things get complicated with two FBI agents are thrown into the mix and Chase finally gets a solo hit.
Excerpt:

"We aren't leaving." Wilson tries his best steely glare and knows that it's failed utterly when House grins and pops a purple sucker in his mouth.

"We can pretend to be a couple. I'll wear loud Hawaiian shirts. You can have the straw tote bag and lisp."

"I am not carrying a straw tote bag."

"So when do we leave?"

"The point is to be inconspicuous. We can't do that if we're together."

House looks at him with big mournful eyes, "Are you still trying to deny our epic romance?"

"House we are not going as a couple and I am not wandering around lisping at people."

"You suck at this."

"We can have the same hotel if you're that desperate for me."

"Did I say that?"

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Title: Untitled
Subject: Roadmap
Pairing/Rating: House/Wilson, G.
Medium: Cover art.
Artist:

leiascully

Title: The Open Road
Author:

pun
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Length: 25 000 words
Spoilers: None
Summary: Wilson goes along for the ride.
Excerpt:

"Fever and chills, vomiting and diarrhea, jaundice."

"Oh, come on? Are you kidding me? Malaria? Don't play, if you're not even going to try." House spits a cherry pit over the side of the car and pops another cherry into his mouth.

"I was throwing you a changeup," Wilson lies. The truth is they've been playing Name That Parasite for over an hour, and Wilson has already run through all his good ones without stumping House once. His Parasitology is downright rusty. "You didn't say which kind."

"Plasmodium falciparum. Duh." Wilson looks over to see another pit go shooting out of House's mouth toward the grain silo they're driving past. The cherry juice has stained House's lips unnaturally red, and he's pursing them in the pout that tells Wilson he isn't being entertaining enough. Wilson has to fight the urge to pull the car over and prove just how entertaining he can be. Discussion of rare parasites would surely lose some of its appeal once he has House's dick in his mouth. Then again, in an open convertible in broad daylight medical guessing games are somewhat less likely to get them arrested. Wilson shakes off the fantasy and looks back at the road.

"We could try having a normal conversation, you know. Like you could tell me where we're going and what this is all about." A glance out of the corner of his eye shows House wrinkling his nose.

"You know, if I'd wanted so much whining I could have brought Chase."

Wilson is about to make a wisecrack back, but he sees House's face transforming with a sudden unholy glee and follows his gaze to a billboard that's just come into view. Bright red letters announce "Jackson County Fair" above a large orange and yellow sun rising over a cartoonish green field.

Wilson can practically smell the manure already.

"Oh, no," he tells House. "Forget it. Put it right out of your mind. No way."

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Title: Untitled
Subject: Strings
Pairing/Rating: House/Foreman, Wilson, G
Medium: Cover art
Artist:

leiascully

Title: Strings
Author:

zulu
Pairing: House/Foreman
Rating: NC-17
Length: 42 000 words
Spoilers: Through Euphoria II.
Summary: Because after Foreman fucks up, he might actually be teachable. Because House is the best one to knock him down and then show him what a moron he is. "Because he could be better," he says, and he hates that it's the truth, that he's telling it to Cuddy like it matters.
Excerpt:

Foreman raises an eyebrow and smiles infuriatingly. "I don't actually care if you're there, House."

House notches up the glare, but it might just be an exercise in futility by this point. "If you didn't care, you wouldn't be telling me about it," he says. "Which means that you do care, which means that it matters that I go."

Foreman doesn't bother replying to that. He opens the envelope, takes out one of the tickets, and drops it on House's desk. "The concert exists. The means of getting into the concert--these tickets--also exist, and you have yours and I have mine. They happen to be incredible seats," he says. "They happen to be next to each other. Beyond that, House--" He pauses, and his grin slides into a laugh. "I don't care. I've done what I can. I'm going to go and enjoy the music. Either you'll be there or you won't, but be aware that if you try to ruin my experience in any way--by talking, by kicking the seat ahead of us, by tripping anybody--especially me--with your cane, by critiquing the improvisation while it's happening, then I will grab your leg and squeeze." He raises an eyebrow, waiting for a response. House fights down a smile, but probably Foreman can tell, because he nods, satisfied. "If that's clear, then we should be okay."

Without another word, he turns and swaggers out of the office.

"Nice," House says, drawing the word out and watching Foreman go. This is why no one should be forced to wear a labcoat; it seriously obstructs his view.

"I sincerely hope you're referring to his ass, and not the way he just manipulated you," Wilson says, with a certain amount of resignation.

House shrugs comfortably. "No reason it can't be both."

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[round one] Artist: leiascully

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