house_bigbang | [round two] Artist: oldblue

Title: Untitled
Subject: Underwater
Pairing/Rating: Gen, G.
Medium: Original illustration
Artist:

Title: Eucatastrophe
Author:

euclase
Pairing: Gen: House, Wilson, Thirteen, Cuddy.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 50,400 words
Spoilers: Through season four; some AU for season five.
Summary: Dr. House believes there is something unusual living in Lake Carnegie. Strange events unfold as he attempts to prove his theory.
Excerpt:

"You notice anything strange about Wilson this morning?" asked House.

Foreman shrugged. "Did you?"

"You're supposed to tell me. That's why I asked. I'm pretty sure that's the way it works, anyway."

"My guess is, you've already noticed something strange about Wilson, and you just want an excuse to stalk him when you should be treating our patient."

House made a face. "I don't stalk Wilson. Wilson's boring."

Foreman raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Okay, except for... all those other times," said House.

Thirteen poked her head into the room. "Uh... we have a patient."

"You're right," said Foreman. He turned to glare expectantly at House. "We do."

"Oh, well in that case, let me get my who-gives-a-shit on," said House. He cleared his throat. "Please, Doctor Foreman. Do describe our drug addict's drug addict behavior."

"You still think drugs?"

"I don't think anything," said House. "Because I don't care."

"Should I tell him to come back tomorrow?" asked Thirteen. "Would that be easier?"

"Wilson's apparently more interesting," said Foreman.

"Erno Rubik is more interesting," said House. "Wilson's a canker sore by comparison. Irritating and totally unavoidable."

"What are you doing?" asked Thirteen. She'd noticed the the disassembled Cube on House's desk.

"Did you know--" House picked up his screwdriver and continued snapping corners off the center axis of the toy--"that this cube has about forty quintillion possible arrangements? Of course, now that I've disassembled it, that's increased to about five hundred quintillion possible arrangements."

He put down his screwdriver and snapped off the last few pieces by hand, leaving only the fixed center pieces on their axes. He spread all the pieces out with a sweep of his hand.

"Nice work," said Foreman.

"Some pieces you just can't move," sighed House.

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