First Art

Title: Photographic Differences
Subject: A scattering of references and pictures found in the story, it centres on a manip of Cameron and House going to another Monster Truck Rally.
Pairing/Rating: House/Cameron, G
Medium: Cover Art, Manip









Title: The Difference
Author: everytimeyougo
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Teen And Up
Length: 22 500 words
Spoilers: All episodes up to and including S06E08 Teamwork
Summary: You knew from the start a relationship with her could only end in disaster. You've never been one for making good choices.
Excerpt:

"Race you to the car!" She laughs as she bounds away and you can't help but share in her enthusiasm. It's contagious, as any infectious disease guy could tell you, and even an old curmudgeon like yourself is not immune. A smile pulls at your lips as you take a moment to admire the curve of her ass encased in dark washed denim before following her at a fast walk, the closest you can manage to a run. Your legs are long, so it's good enough, and you arrive at the car close behind her. Even the pain that rips through your thigh at the exertion isn't enough to erase your rare good mood, and so you toss a couple of pills down your throat, hoping she doesn't notice, as she searches through her purse for something. Surely she'd have something to say about mixing painkillers with the couple of beers you shared earlier.

But notice, she does not, and so you open the passenger door for her and then settle yourself behind the wheel.

You're not ready for the night to end and so you drive around aimlessly for a time listening to her happy, tipsy chatter about the colourful trucks and the even more colourful people who were seated around you on the bleachers. Classic rock plays softly on the radio and you watch her from the corner of your eye while you drive. She looks so different in casual clothes. Not older exactly, but without the vivid contrast between her youthful appearance and her professional attire, the age difference seems less daunting and you feel attracted to her in the way of a normal red-blooded male, and not as a creepy old man.

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Second Art

Title: Highlight of the Final Post
Subject: References again taken from the story, House and Cameron can be seen watching on while another two walk away- Cameron's house providing a backdrop.
Pairing/Rating: House/Cameron, G
Medium: Cover Art









Title: The Last Post
Author: jesmel
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Mature
Length: 30 000 words
Spoilers: AU
Summary: In 1942, the world is at war and House has nothing left.
Excerpt:

It was cold. His body was shaking and he was having trouble moving. The air was too thick and the silence was oppressive. He was balancing precariously on a duckboard over a wide pool of mud. He knew that if he fell, that would be it. He'd seen men and even horses disappear into these endless pools of slush and no one ever got pulled out again. Even if someone were quick enough to throw you something to hold on to, the weight of your clothes and equipment would drag you down, the earth welcoming you into its embrace. The duckboards weren't wide enough and they were too slippery for any sort of rescue effort to have a chance at success. Most men simply watched sadly as their fellow soldier drowned quickly. House knew that the mud wanted him, like it was a living thing capable of such desires. He could feel it somehow. So he was careful, making sure that his foot was safely in the middle of each wooden plank before he took a step. He didn't want to be here, had fought so hard to stay away and there was no way in hell he was going to die in this cesspool. He would make it. His breathing sounded harsh in his ears, the only sound at all.

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