First Art

Title: Tourism in London
Subject: A general overview of parts of the story, try and find the lamb.
Pairing/Rating: House/Wilson FS, Aziraphale/Crowley, Jesus/Adam.
Medium: Illustration











Title: It's Only the End of the World (Again)
Crossover fandom: Good Omens
Author: daymarket
Pairing: House/Wilson FS, Aziraphale/Crowley, Jesus/Adam
Rating: T for cheerful blasphemy and swearing
Length: ~29,000
Spoilers: Takes place after 6x10 “Wilson,” but tiny tiny spoilers for 6x11 “The Down Low.” For Good Omens, several years after the end of the book.
Summary: A misanthropic bastard, a doormat oncologist, a reluctant demon, and a body-challenged angel team up to save the world. Much confusion results.
Excerpt:

From Further Nife and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter: Concerning the Worlde that Is To Com; Ye Saga Continuef:

213. Whene the onee who Dyed desends frome the Skye and withe thee Boye liveth near Tadd Fyeld, two menne sharl arriveth fromme the Newe Sweaterre, bearynge a Sir Afare withine. With the sirpint Crow lee and the Stollene Sworde of Flamme they sharl bringe aboutte the ende of thee Worlde.

“Oh no…not again.”

~*~

“So…tell me why we’re doing this again?”

“We’re going to save the world.”

“…really? From what?”

“…”

Crowley: “Were you not listening when we explained yesterday, Wilton?”

“It’s Wilson. And no. I was drunk.”

“Well, long story short, Adam—that’s the Antichrist to you—fell in love with Jesus—or the other way around—anyway, they’re together now and unless you want the world to end it’s generally a good idea to stop them before the fireworks start.”

“Wilson.”

“What, House?”

“Am I hallucinating this?”

“It’s one hell of a hallucination if you are. But no, I don’t think it is.”

“…right. Well, nobody’s naked yet. And I don’t see Cuddy anywhere. So I’ll take your word for it.”

Crowley: “People get naked in your hallucinations? What the Hell do you two do for a living?”

“He’s a doctor. We both are doctors. Uh, go back to the Antichrist part. And the fireworks part. What does that…mean, exactly?”

“It means that we have to save the world, Wilson. Jeez. Weren’t you listening?”

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Second Art

Title: Void
Subject: A place they return to, and those action in between.
Pairing/Rating: House/Wilson, G.
Medium: Illustration











Title: That's How Strong My Love Is
Author: piscesmoon
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: Mature
Length: 21 000 words
Spoilers: Middle third season, between Lines in the Sand and Fools for Love. After the ketamine wears off, but before Tritter.
Summary: For once, Wilson doesn't fall into a relationship, much to House's irritation.
Excerpt:

Sure, Wilson was quick enough to move in with House when he needed a place to stay after being tossed out by a wife. Then it didn't matter that he was crowding House's closets and dirtying up his kitchen with his disgusting-smelling food. But when House finally wanted him to move in, all he got was a horrified 'no.'

Well, that was going to change. He'd bring Wilson to his knees.

Maybe that wasn't the image he wanted in his head right now.

He checked the conference room to make sure nothing had happened that they'd forgotten to pester him about, and then went down to the clinic. As mindless a place as any to do some thinking of how he was going to get Wilson to make a commitment to him.

He'd worked his way through two colds and a case of crotch rot when there was a tap on the exam room door, and it opened.

"This room is occupado," House said without looking up from the current patient's throat.

"House."

Wilson, then.

"Patient," he called. He was avoiding Wilson, right?

"I just want a word."

"You had plenty of time for words last night, and you didn't do much talking. Maybe Nurse Leah has time to listen."

"Leah Ryder?" Wilson sounded genuinely puzzled, but House wasn't buying that.

House wheeled around on the chair, looked at Wilson. "Yes. Her. The one you had dinner with the other night. Now, if you don't mind? I have a patient."

"House, it wasn't--" Wilson's hand was at the back of his neck, a sure sign that House was being difficult.

House turned to the guy on the examining table. "Patient!" The guy jumped, but kept looking straight ahead, ignoring the doctors.

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