house_bigbang | [round one] Artist: mem

Title: Untitled
Subject: Banner
Pairing/Rating: Gen; G
Medium: Photoshop
Artist:

Title: My Brother's Keeper
Author:

shutterbug_12
Pairing: Gen; House, Wilson, Cuddy.
Rating: R
Length: 24 500 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: An on-the-job incident forces House to experience his life beyond the visible spectrum; Cuddy and Wilson struggle to guide him through a darkness that neither of them can see and preserve the world that House remembers.
Excerpt:

Cuddy shouted at a wide-eyed nurse. "I need a bottle of Alcaine and four--" Her order broke off with a hiss as House stumbled and forced her to brace herself against the wall. "--four liters of saline in exam room one, and page Dr. Wilson. Tell him it’s an emergency."

With the strength worthy of a linebacker, she muscled House towards the door and threw it open. Inside, a patient sat on the exam table waiting to be seen.

"Out!" she demanded, maneuvering House to the counter to bend him over the sink.

The patient stared dumbly at her.

"Now!"

Cuddy ignored the patient’s disgruntled murmurs as he scuttled from the room and, with near-superhuman speed, stripped House of his stinking, saturated jacket, turned on the tap, and pulled on a pair of gloves. As she guided his face towards the water, she drew measured breaths, mentally reviewing procedure, the medical mechanics.

"Okay, House," she said, adopting a tone of cool professionalism to cover the panic racing up her throat, flooding her mouth. She forced a swallow. "I need you to open your eyes as wide as possible."

A pained grunt slipped between his lips as his eyelids blinked open. The first vibrant, fury-red flash of sclera shocked her. The blue clarity of his irises, however, pulled a tiny sigh of relief from her mouth as she laid a hand on the back of his head to urge him into the water.

House flinched at the water's contact and shut his eyes. "Fuck. It hurts."

A pang of sympathy rippled through her. "I know, but you have to keep them open."

"I can’t. It hurts."

"Then hold them open. We need to flush your eyes and restore the proper pH balance to prevent any permanent--"

"Let’s pour industrial chemicals into your eyes and see if you can keep them open! We'll have a staring contest!"

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

mem_vermelha

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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[round one] Artist: mem_vermelha

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