We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know...insane.

Willow ,'Showtime'


Buffista Fic 2: They Said It Couldn't Be Done.

[NAFDA] Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


erikaj - Feb 22, 2006 5:42:14 am PST #180 of 1103
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OK, I'm vain. Shoot me. But read this first.

House, no spoilers:

Mornings Are The Hardest

The people at the doctor’s office told him the mornings would be the hardest, in that chipper, office staff sort of way he loathed before he was crippled enough to be this bitter. He has even more reason to wonder what the hell people *smile* at so much. Just grinning away like chimps about nothing. “Looks like *somebody’s* having a blue Monday.” Christ. He can hear it now. Cameron doesn’t smile like a chimp...it’s worse. She’s a true believer. It’s just too sad. She’ll want to be helpful all day now. He wonders how far he could take that. Could he get her to beat the life out of that dingy idiot in the Rehab clinic...she could use one of his canes. It might be worth doing for the irony. Except for Cuddy.He can only push Cuddy so far. He knows. He has a chart.

He grunts, rubs his knee. Hardest implies there are times when it is easier. There really aren’t. Just times when the hell recedes, just a bit. When Forman has to admit he was right, at lunch with Wilson, and, damn it, sometimes when Cameron smiles. If she wouldn’t read too much into it, he would ask her how she smiles and gets her eyes into it too. Has he ever done that? He doesn’t remember anymore; not with this fucking burning arrow in his thigh. Life is funny like that...constant throb drowns out the little stuff.

By some miracle, he makes it to the clinic, finds a bunch of sniffling drones wanting their Zyrtec, dying to swatch their mucus for him.

It’s not quite a punchline; research has borne it out, but none of the patients understand his bitter smile when he says “Mornings are the hardest.”


EpicTangent - Feb 24, 2006 1:00:37 pm PST #181 of 1103
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

I've never posted in this thread before. I have almost no love for writing and zero skill for fanfic.

That said, I'm glad some people have Mad Skillz with fanfic - Awesome job Anne and erika both!


erikaj - Feb 24, 2006 1:18:46 pm PST #182 of 1103
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erikaj - Feb 24, 2006 1:18:52 pm PST #183 of 1103
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thanks...


SailAweigh - Feb 25, 2006 7:07:02 am PST #184 of 1103
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

What Epic said. I don't check this thread often enough. Both of those were excellent! And I really hope to see more House fic, I dig on it.

Also, I found a House/AtS crossover fic somewhere that was developing quite well (lots of snark off between House and Spike) and now I've lost it again and I am bummed. If anyone might know where it can be found, I'd appreciate a heads up.


Anne W. - Feb 25, 2006 7:36:35 am PST #185 of 1103
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Thanks, Sail and Epic!

What is it with "House" that it seems to cross over so well with anything?

Signed,
Still wants to see a House vs. old-school Cordy snark-off


erikaj - Feb 25, 2006 7:56:31 am PST #186 of 1103
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Everybody lies and everybody gets sick?


erikaj - Feb 25, 2006 8:11:38 am PST #187 of 1103
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Crossovers Even I Won’t Really Write

Gilmore Girls/ Homicide

The black guy who’d been looking at Lorelai all morning pushed his hat back and finally said “Lorelai Gilmore?”

”Yes. And you are...besides being black in Stars Hollow, which is like...shock theater enough...you have no idea. I had to fight to get the video store to stock “Soul Food.” Not that makes me Rosa Parks or anything. Oh, God, you think I’m awful, don’t you?”

Meldrick smiled and wait for her to run down. “I’m Meldrick Lewis, ma’am. Here to ask some questions about the death of Michel.”

“Your name is Meldrick?”

”Yes, ma’am.”

”Seriously? And I thought I was mad at my parents. Cool hat.”

House/ Wonderfalls

“You made me drive to New Jersey for a ‘sode?” The young woman turned a blue eyed gaze on her immaculately-coiffed mother that embarrassed Wilson because it felt so familiar.

”We care about you dear...we just want you to have the best.”

”Maybe it wasn’t a ‘sode,” The woman said. “Maybe my life is just boring me to death.”

Wilson made a mental note to ask House if he was absolutely sure if he knew how he spent the late seventies.

Dad, who seemed to always be a few steps behind, said “Your mother thinks he’s the best because she has a crush on him.”

”I do not.” But she ran her fingers through her hair anyway.

Wilson pretended that some water went down the wrong pipe and that his files from ’02 were really interesting. He really shouldn’t laugh. He paid for his amusement over that eighty-two- year-old Barrett Browning last year with weeks of moody silence.

I’m a pediatric oncologist, for Christ’s sake...how many laughs do I get?!


SailAweigh - Feb 25, 2006 8:38:09 am PST #188 of 1103
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Oh, man, erika, I want more of the House/Wonderfalls. Am I crazy or what?


erikaj - Feb 25, 2006 8:53:16 am PST #189 of 1103
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Yeah, I think so. Thanks, though.