house_bigbang | Artist: usomitai (Reply)

First Art

Title: metamorphosis
Subject: Cameron begins a new life.
Pairing/Rating: Cameron, gen
Medium: Drawing

Title: Uniforming (Made To Seem)
Author:

hannahrorlove
Pairing: Cameron/OMC, Cameron/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Length: 35,000
Spoilers: None
Summary: An examination of playing the boy, and the complications therein.
Excerpt:

Cameron waited for to Foreman leave on Friday before staring right at
Miller and asking point-blank, “What am I doing wrong?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve been here for a week and the most you’ve said to me is ‘no thank you.’ Is there something I’m doing wrong that’s bothering you?”

She huffed, putting her journal down. “Look, I don’t know why you need me to like you –”

“I’m not trying to get you to like me.”

“I don’t need to like you and you don’t need to like me. I know you don’t like me being here in your little boy’s club but –”

That got a double-take. “Wait, wait. ‘Boy’s club’?”

“Are they calling it something new now?”

“It isn’t… I mean, I’m not a boy.”

That got one too. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m not a boy. I didn’t grow up as one.” Her cheeks were burning but she said it anyway. “I shifted over the summer.”

“You –” She slowly nodded. “Oh. Oh, that makes sense now.”

“What makes sense?”

“How weird you were acting.” She giggled. “I mean, you were acting like a woman.”

“…I am a woman.”

She was still smiling, but now it was more condescending, more knowing. “Cameron, you don’t need to keep clinging. It’s okay.”

She didn’t need this. Grabbing her briefcase, “Allison.”

“Pardon?”

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Second Art

Title: reach
Subject: House and Foreman
Pairing/Rating: House/Foreman, G
Medium: Drawing

Title: The Mayfield Redemption
Author:

queenzulu
Pairing: House/Foreman, House-Wilson friendship
Rating: Explicit
Length: WORDCOUNT
Spoilers: Through season six.
Summary: "I want to get better, whatever the hell that means."
Excerpt:

"Consider this your chance at Zihuatanejo," Nolan said. His amused half-smile meant he was one-upping House's prison humour to prove it didn't bother him.

"The villa on the Pacific might not be cripple-accessible," House returned, hefting his cane. "And if you're casting yourself as the man who can get me things, hand over the letter."

"The Atlantic will have to do," Nolan agreed. "Do you have someone you can stay with for the first few days?" His hand rested on House's letter, in its envelope.

House tensed, eyes boring into Nolan's fingers, watching for the first sign that they'd twitch it back. "No," he said.

"I need you to be reachable."

"I have a phone."

"It shouldn't be a surprise that I'm going to be checking up on you," Nolan said. His voice was gentle, on the edge of sanctimonious, but he'd never slipped over that line. Nolan treated their sessions like a verbal chess game. More often than not he sounded like he was genuinely interested in seeing House's next move, and the fact that he didn't pretend to know if his mate was going to hold made him tolerable. Sometimes.

House sat back, rolling his cane over his lap with his palms. "Not Wilson."

Nolan raised his eyebrows and let one of his damn silences spin out. House glanced across his face, checking for some sign beyond faint, polite interest, and then looked down into his lap, gripping the cane's handle to stop himself from giving tells. Nolan would file this away with everything else he'd dragged out of House over the last few weeks, and lord it over him when House was least ready for the attack. "He doesn't deserve it," House muttered.

"The pleasure of your company," Nolan asked, "or the problem of it?"

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Third Art

Title: duo
Subject: The two main characters
Pairing/Rating: Cuddy/Thirteen
Medium: Drawing

Title: Girl in the War
Author:

lauriestein
Pairing: Cuddy/Thirteen (House/Cuddy and Thirteen/Foreman implied)
Rating: Explicit
Length: 20,000
Spoilers: Picks up from around 5x11 'Joy To The World'. AU in that Cuddy doesn't get Rachel and Thirteen breaks up with Foreman almost right away. Further spoilers for 5x20 'Simple Explanation'.
Summary: Cuddy happens across Thirteen in a bad situation which leads to a blossoming friendship. Can that possibly survive in the fishbowl of PPTH?
Excerpt:

“So, Dr. Hadley, spill. That was the arrangement, remember?”

Depositing the used packaging in the trash and then the sharps into their own yellow bin, Cuddy listened to the sharp exhalation of air that warned of the story to come. Thirteen seemed to take her time in choosing her words.

“Eric and I broke up last night. Today was so awkward and crappy I thought I’d treat myself to a night out, blow off a little steam, you know? Then I end up getting the crap kicked out of me in an alleyway because some bitch at the club thought I was giving her girlfriend the eye.”

The two females in the equation registered briefly with Cuddy, but that old rumor was pretty much established back when Thirteen had been treating her one-night stands on hospital time.

“And were you? Giving her the eye, I mean? Not that anything warrants this kind of violence, of course.”

Cuddy asked the question as neutrally as possible, now that she was done with her clearing, she leant against the counter to listen to the younger woman’s tale.

Thirteen squinted curiously at her boss before replying, a wicked grin on her face for the first time since Cuddy had encountered her.

“I’d already fucked her in the bathroom. If the girlfriend had known that I’d have been showing up here in a body bag.”

Startled by the frank confession, Cuddy was at a loss for what to say next. She felt her cheeks flush at the overly personal information, and the crudeness reminded her too much of House. He really was a bad influence on every single one of his fellows.

The laugh from Thirteen wasn’t entirely unexpected, but it did ease some of the tension in the room.

“I guess I’m still a little drunk, Dr. Cuddy. Still, you don’t seem too offended. I guess you hear a lot worse.”

Cuddy shrugged in an all-too familiar way. Of course she heard worse, as the head of the hospital she was referred to as bitch, slut, or worse far more often than by her name. At least this particular bout of cursing wasn’t aimed at her, she figured.

“Okay, Dr. Hadley. Let’s get you home.”

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