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Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; Possible spoilers for Season 6.
Summary: 'The Couch' explained, in a completely ludicrous and porny way :)
Title: Patient
Author: zeppomarx
Characters: House, Wilson, Cuddy, plus the characters created for Priority’s Exigencies and zeppomarx’s A Gentle Knock at the Door.
Summary: House’s minions find a new patient, one who is reluctant to allow House to treat him. Begins three months after the opening scene of A Gentle Knock at the Door. Part of the Contract universe, which includes DIY Sheep’s intense and angsty The Contract, and Priority’s sequel Exigencies.
Thanks: To priority and houserocket7 for encouraging me to writing this side story to A Gentle Knock on the Door, and for their faithful diligence in copy editing my sloppy prose.
Disclaimers: You know the drill. Don’t own `em, never did, never will. Wish I did.
Warnings, etc.: Generally safe, but references to torture, rape and major character death that has happened in the past. Some chapters are pretty angsty.
Chapter 2: Dry Spell
Six Months Later—Winter
A gentle knock at the door roused House from the journal sitting open in front of him.
“Come.”
Lisa Cuddy slid through the door, gliding softly into the office.
“Anything interesting?”
House’s eyes slid upward for just a fraction of a moment as his head wavered left and right.
“Nope. Not a thing. Dry spell.”
“You okay with that?”
No, not okay with that. Give me something to do. Anything. Anything to distract me from thinking about the pain. Fill up every second. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to think. Give me something. Anything.
Link to the rest of chapter 2, I hope.
Apologies: LJ won't let me post more than a few sentence.
*grumbles*
....House closed his eyes and lost himself in the memory of her soft hands caressing him, of her body wrapped around his. He quickly snapped himself back to reality remembering Wilson in the other room. House gently took hold of Lydia's wrist and pulled her hand from his face. "I'm doing fine…working again; reintegrated back into society." Lydia's face fell a bit from the rejection she felt from House. "That's great! You look good." ....
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