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Artist: aolian
Title: how many
Subject: your standard-issue illustration-of-a-moment-from-the-story fanart (you may want to read the story first if you don't want to be spoiled!) The title should cue you in as to when exactly this occurs.
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Title: Survival Strategies
Author:
mer_duff
Pairing: James Wilson and Gregory House, gen
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 21,500
Spoilers: None. Set in December 2003.
Summary: A bad week leaves Wilson wondering if he made the right career choice and House struggling to support his best friend.
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Title: Survival Strategies
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Pairing: James Wilson and Gregory House, gen
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 21,500
Spoilers: None. Set in December 2003.
Summary: A bad week leaves Wilson wondering if he made the right career choice and House struggling to support his best friend.
Excerpt:
Wilson gestured for House to give him the file. "I can't entertain you right now, House. I need to be able to give my patient my full attention."
"Right. Because it takes so much concentration to tell a guy he's got less than a year to live. You should be able to do that in your sleep by now." But he put the file back on Wilson's desk and walked to the door. "Grab me after T-cell guy leaves. I'll be starving by then." He knew he'd be able to talk Wilson into an early and extended lunch. Wilson always welcomed a distraction after delivering a death sentence.
He hesitated at the door and looked back. Wilson was studying the file again, scrawling notes in the indecipherable handwriting that he thought made him seem more like a doctor, as if the lab coat and the multiple diplomas weren't enough to hammer the point home. Wilson glanced up and waved him away with an annoyed frown, but it wasn't enough to disguise the bleak expression in his eyes.
House closed the door and leaned on his cane. On Sunday evening, they'd watched a Monty Python marathon, and Wilson had laughed so hard during The Meaning of Life that he'd fallen off the couch. House loved the sound of Wilson's laughter; the pure, unrestrained kind, not the bitter chuckle that punctuated so many of their conversations. He didn't think he'd be hearing it again anytime soon.
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