You know, my big sister could really beat the crap out of her. I mean, really really.

Dawn ,'Storyteller'


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

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


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
Always Anti-fascist!

Everybody lies and everybody gets sick?


erikaj - Feb 25, 2006 8:11:38 am PST #187 of 1103
Always Anti-fascist!

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
Always Anti-fascist!

Yeah, I think so. Thanks, though.


Ailleann - Feb 25, 2006 9:28:42 am PST #190 of 1103
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda

Very nice erika, and I agree with you Sail. We can be crazy together.


erikaj - Feb 25, 2006 9:37:49 am PST #191 of 1103
Always Anti-fascist!

I've got to at least drabble up a "Harvey" joke, don't I? Some things are bigger than we are, right?


erikaj - Feb 25, 2006 10:55:45 am PST #192 of 1103
Always Anti-fascist!

“Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

”Let me guess. You found those pesky WMDs. The boys in Washington will be so pleased...not that I care about that although I do get the urge to do research on Bush sometimes.”

”What? No, of course not, but I do have a live one for you.”

“Livelier than an ex-cokehead fetal alcohol survivor with his finger on the button? I think somebody’s fibbing. I also think I could do things to his brain that could make him give up figureheading the great US of A to go in search of the perfect hot dog, but might as well save one story for the memoirs.”

”Fine, Dr. Mengele,” Wilson downshifted into his Patient Voice. House hated it. “how does a twenty-four-year old woman who thinks a cow creamer talks to her sound?”

”Like a candidate for the Haldol express,”

“Oh,” Wilson replied. “she’s not crazy. Although it’s possible my standards have gotten rather...elastic on that over the years.”

“Sucking up won’t make me see her.”

“Ok, well, I guess you’re too busy waiting for the soaps to come on to see a beautiful, bitter young woman through her ‘sode...”

“What’s a ‘sode? Kind of like a henway, I suppose?”

”What’s a henway?”

“About two pounds. C’mon, Wilson, you’re supposed to be top of your class...How beautiful?”

”Very. But in that amazing way where she doesn’t notice. I love that. Of course, she swears my tie talked to her, too.”

”Which one?”

“The one with the fish.”

“She is obviously very troubled. I’ll see her.”

“What’s wrong with that tie?”

”O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! Or if you’d prefer something that reminds you of home ‘if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you.’

“I asked you to stop imitating Julie, House. Really.”

“Only one problem with that request, Wilson...”

”Yeah?”

”You’re not the boss of me.”


Gris - Feb 25, 2006 1:48:30 pm PST #193 of 1103
Hey. New board.

OMG LOVE