khriskin: House M.D. Icon (House)
TITLE: Plausibly Deniability
FANDOM: House, M.D.
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13, Gen
SHIPS/WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] drabbles Day 21 Prompts: Setting: Hospital/Clinic

'Shh, I'm hiding.' )
khriskin: (Silly Muse)
... Why yes, I do have too much free time on my hands... hehehe ^_~

FUTILITY
(a Play in One Act)


CHARACTERS

GREGORY HOUSE: Snarktastic Head of Diagnostic Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Leg injury, cane qualifies as lethal weapon. So does the snark.

RODNEY MCKAY: Chief Scientist of Atlantis, see above as to snark capabilities.

JOHN SHEPPARD: Head of Atlantis Military, immune to snark. Best bud of RODNEY.

FANFIC WRITER: Avatar of the writer.

CAT: Avatar of the cat. (Don't ask)

Read more... )

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khriskin: House M.D. Icon (House)
TITLE: Missing the Ground
FANDOM: House, M.D.
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13
SHIPS/WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: "There is an art to flying [which] lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.


House has been kicked out of worse hospitals than Princeton-Plainsboro. )
khriskin: House M.D. Icon (House)
TITLE: Of Catecholamines and Homeostasis
FANDOM: House, M.D.
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13
SHIPS/WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Homeostasis: The ability of an organism or cell to maintain internal equilibrium. Catecholamines: Any of a group of amines derived from catechol that have important physiological effects as neurotransmitters and hormones and include epinephrine, norepinephrine, and dopamine.


Watching House teach is like watching a badger herd sheep, it works, but it's a unique definition of 'works'.

Wilson leans against the second floor railing, half-empty coffee in hand, looking down on the carnage. Surviving House has become an unofficial badge of honor; for every terrified student, there's another leaning into the questions, fighting for the chance to be 'not quite as stupid as you look' or 'useful for something other than Soylent Green'.

But it's the ones that do neither that Wilson watches, between sips of lukewarm coffee, because surviving House isn't the same as learning from him.

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"You," the fictive pointed his cane in the general direction of the Writer, "suck." He waited a moment for a reaction, trying to find the best lounging position on the couch. The suspiciously comfy couch, come to think of it. When the Writer continued to ignore him House poked one of the pillows just to see if was somehow leaking Viocdin. Nope, just cat fur.

"Have I mentioned that you suck? Recently?" Still ignored, he leaned over the back of the couch and poked the Writer with his cane. "Hullo, Earth to Writer: I'm bored, entertain me."

"Last time I checked, entertainment was your job, not mine." The Writer frowned at the computer screen, then set about rearranging the last paragraph of the fic-in-progress. High doses of NyQuil did not make for the most coherent plotting.

"Diagnostician, actually. Not my fault you find me entertaining." He settled back into the comfy couch and glared over at the cat who had settled herself in on the far arm and was glaring back. "Shoo furball."

:No.:

"You have a telepathic cat?" He raised an eyebrow and the cat yawned. "Quaint."

"She's not a cat, she's an Avatar," the Writer scanned the next scene and wondered why on earth she had ever thought that putting Rodney in any position of power was a good idea. Next time he swung by to bitch (and drink all the coffee), they'd have to talk. Or more accurately, she'd talk and he'd ignore her. Again. She decided to work Radek into the scene to annoy him.

"An Avatar of what?"

"My cat."

There was a long pause as the fictive attempted to follow the circular logic. "You do realize that makes no sense."

"Welcome to my world." The Writer paused to transplant an inquisitive PlotBunny from the computer desk back onto the floor. It hopped off in search of more hospitable climes, heading back under the bed to hang with the rest of the warren. "Now are you going to do something useful or just co-opt my couch?"

"You aren't using it."

"Yeah, but the vampire, two immortals, and one increasingly grumpy theoretical physicist are. So either find something useful to do, or I'm dumping you in a crossover."

"With a theoretical physicist?"

"With the vampire."

"I think OSHA has laws against that."

"You're a fictive, OSHA is probably more worried about my mental health at this point. Besides, I'm beginning to think you and Spike deserve each other." She shoed yet another PlotBunny off the computer desk. It promptly collided with another bun and there was a short violent battle of the fandoms. The Writer grabbed the pale blue Who!bun by the scruff and glared down at the neon pink Highlander!bun (who didn't look at all sorry about the whole affair).

House wondered if the couch was hallucinogenic. "Just what kind of Writer are you?"

"Busy." She skritched the Who!bun who happily sprawled in her lap and made faces at the Highlander!bun. "Now why don't you wander off to SubReality like a good little fictive and let me work." There was a pause. "They serve alcohol."

"Ah."

"And if you hit it during MarySue hour, there'll be a whole herd of empathic healers falling all over themselves to take away your pain." She tossed him the keys to the fictive!Harley. "Just don't bring them home, k? I have enough of those hanging around the house as it is."

:I am not a MarySue.:

"No, you're the telepathic companion animal, which makes me the MarySue. Now scat, and try not to get House into too much trouble." The Writer refocused on the fic-in-progress, absently skritching the PlotBunny.

"I'm taking the cat to a bar?"

"Nope, she's taking you. And if anyone asks, you've never met the bunny slippers."

House decided a) he really didn't want to know, and b) he could use a drink. So he sighed, levered himself off the couch and gave the cat a measuring look. "After you?"

:Always.:


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