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sign of the times (house/thirteen)
title: sign of the times
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phinnia
prompt: clothing
pairing: house/13
rating: PG
spoilers: minor ones for 'wilson's heart'
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: short and sweet.
After Stacy he never really thought about long term relationships. This dog was too old and too cranky to learn new tricks, especially when some of those tricks involved trust and power of attorney and words that seemed to lose clarity in a crisis.
She argued, with that twisted smile, that they'd end up racing each other to the proverbial finish line, her traitorous genetics taking the pole position but his liver the dark horse that could come up from behind at any moment.
(And people wondered, or perhaps they didn't, how the two of them got along.)
She didn't move in, and that was fine; they were both Kipling's cats from way back, too accustomed to walking by themselves to ever consider sharing bowls of kibble. But the day she showed up at work with one of his faded Stones t-shirts over her jeans and he didn't notice anything odd until Wilson pointed it out? He knew they might just be together for a while.
author:
phinniaprompt: clothing
pairing: house/13
rating: PG
spoilers: minor ones for 'wilson's heart'
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: short and sweet.
After Stacy he never really thought about long term relationships. This dog was too old and too cranky to learn new tricks, especially when some of those tricks involved trust and power of attorney and words that seemed to lose clarity in a crisis.
She argued, with that twisted smile, that they'd end up racing each other to the proverbial finish line, her traitorous genetics taking the pole position but his liver the dark horse that could come up from behind at any moment.
(And people wondered, or perhaps they didn't, how the two of them got along.)
She didn't move in, and that was fine; they were both Kipling's cats from way back, too accustomed to walking by themselves to ever consider sharing bowls of kibble. But the day she showed up at work with one of his faded Stones t-shirts over her jeans and he didn't notice anything odd until Wilson pointed it out? He knew they might just be together for a while.
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House/Thirteen is my new sekrit OTP for the show, and as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't get enough love! People who dismiss 13 as just a Cam-clone, or don't see the chemistry between the two of them just don't get it! I mean, she drugged him and tied him up. That basically makes her House's perfect woman :P
Your fic, in very few words, captures that feeling a think. A+!
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Thank you!
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That House and Thirteen might share a taste for black humour, seems bang on.
The only thing I didn't like about this was that it wasn't longer. Write more. Please.
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I'll do my best - the muse is fickle. <3
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...dis little ditty is just not my cuppa. As even as JHCL has said - Isn't she a bit young?