Everybody lies and everybody gets sick?

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?!

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

Yeah, I think so. Thanks, though.

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

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

“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.”

OMG LOVE

Thank you...never thought being a bitter crip could be a creative asset, but I guess I've been waiting for that show my whole life.

Hee, erika, you've found your calling. I'ma keep you chained to your computer writing House fic for me for the rest of my life.