[round one] Artist: isaytoodlepip

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Title: Untitled
Subject: Vid to "Solemn Thirsty" by Malcolm Middleton
Pairing/Rating: Team, G.
Medium: Vid
Artist: isaytoodlepip






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Title: Time Marches On
Author: namaste
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Length: 24 000 words.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: House once called change one of the greatest tragedies in life. His teams -- the old one and the newbies -- are learning this even as House himself continues to deal with things he can change, and things he cannot. Casefic with multiple POVs.
Excerpt:

House turned to look back at her, his head slightly cocked to one side. Cameron tried to hold back her smile. She'd missed this moment--that split second when she'd see that she'd gotten his attention, when she could sense his mind coming alive to every possibility, see the light in his eyes change from some faint reflection dimmed by drugs and pain to become something brighter, something that flickered and became stronger with each new clue, something that she'd only sense for a half of a breath before he'd turn away and hide it again.

She held out the file.

He took it, then sat. He slouched back in his chair and swung his left leg onto the corner of the desk, then lifted the right on top of it, crossed at the ankles. He opened the file.

Cameron looked at his feet. "You're wearing boots," she said.

House nodded. "Yes."

"You never wear boots."

He looked at her over the top of the file, then at his own feet. "Apparently, I do." He flipped over a page in the file, kept reading.

Cameron shook her head. "You always wear sneakers," she said.

"Apparently I don't," House said, "and he's only had garden variety antibiotics." He closed the file, held it in the air between them, not extending it toward her, but not ready to keep it for himself yet. "And your blood tests are useless. The really cool stuff always hides from blood work." He shook the file at her. "He just needs something targeted to the infection."

Cameron ignored the file, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Sure," she said, "but then first someone would have to find what kind of really cool infection it is in the first place."

"And I suppose you want me to do your dirty work." House lowered the file slightly.

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