Grabbing His Cane

Title: Love Is A Battlefield
Author: Starlingthefool
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: R
Wordcount: 11,000, posted in 3 parts
Summary: Written for the betteronvicodin challenge of: "Karaoke leads to love."
Warnings: Smut. Cheese. Fluff. Crack. Smeeffrack! It's what's for dinner.
A/N: Basically, this is what happens when I...
1. Drink too much coffee.
2. Go to karaoke too often.
3. Live in a town that is way too into 80's music.

EDIT: SORRY I SUCK. PARTS TWO AND THREE ARE NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS.

"You're taking us to a gay bar?" Wilson asked as House parked in front of the huge rainbow flag that was waving gaily in the wind.

Title:Rush Down Darkness (2/3)
Genre: House MD/World War Z crossover
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. I'm just a big dork.
Summary: In situations like this, the needs of the community are more important than the needs of the individual.
A/N: Sorry this is so late. Real life stress, etc., etc.

Part 1

Montpelier, Vermont.
When I come in, Dr. House is in the kitchen, making a sandwich. He sits at the kitchen counter and talks to me between bites.

( What nobody talks about is how boring survival is. )

I've posted a big post-mortem for <i>For Every Closed Door</i> at my journal, if anybody is interested.  Includes a list of deleted scenes, character musings, a list of how House and Wilson amused themselves for their 80 years of reaping, and pictures of what Mika looked like.

*mods: feel free to delete this if it's straying too far from topic*

Title: For Every Closed Door (14/14)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: But every heaven that he'd seen had been empty of other people. There was never anybody waiting on the other side.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: It's been a fun ride, all. Three months and over 45,000 words! Crazy, I tell you. Thanks for all the fabulous comments, support, and encouragement you all have given me along the way.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
A/N 2: The Cliffs of Moher mentioned in this chapter are in County Clare, Ireland, and a picture of them can be found here.

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You don't mess with fate. People die when they are meant to die. There's no discussion. There's no negotiation. When life's done, it's done. You of all people should know that. -From Dead Like Me

The sun was going down, on both the day and on Wilson's life. How very fitting. Maybe if House was a poet, he could appreciate it more. ( As it was, the blatant symbolism just enraged him further. )

Title: For Every Closed Door: Interlude 4
Author: Starlingthefool
Fandom: House/Dead Like Me crossover
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: Light R, for sexual situations (finally!)
Summary: Wilson wasn't sure what was more pathetic; that he was carrying on a conversation with a dead man at two in the morning, or that he was sorry when it stopped. Either way, it was depressing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Woe.
A/N: Did I say two chapters left? Because I meant two chapters and another Wilson interlude. Whoopsie.
This chapter is dedicated to Barnes & Noble, for hiring me and then throwing me into a pit full of crazed Harry Potter fans with almost no training.
Crossposted to housefic and house_wilson.
A/N 2:Oh, and there's a quote from Hamlet in here. Sorry to be a pretentious literary nerd.

Maybe that's what happens to some souls. Maybe they get lost. Maybe they have to wander because they're not quite at peace yet. Maybe there's some kind of unfinished business with these kind of souls like they're holding on to something -- holding their breath. And when the business is done, they can finally let go, exhale and sleep. -From Dead Like Me.

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( Wilson woke suddenly from a fractured dream. )

Title: For Every Closed Door (11/14)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "House couldn‘t have felt more naked if he‘d worn nothing but his socks to the bar. Why the hell had he asked Wilson that, of all questions?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This is the beginning of the end! By my estimation, there’s three more (fairly dense) chapters left after this. My goal is to finish it by the end of the month.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.

“I think for me, death was just a wake-up call.”

“That night, a man was killed by a speeding car and I was there to take his soul. The street on which he died turned into a flowing river of light, and he hesitated at its banks. I told him to take a deep breath, as if it’s the last one you will ever take; because sometimes in life, or in death I guess, you just never know.”
-From Dead Like Me.


"Can I get some coffee, Debra?"

"It's Rhonda," the waitress said, glaring at House. "It's on my badge."

"Sorry. I need new glasses," House said cheerfully. Actually, his eyesight had never been better. Being undead had its good points.

"That's not all you need," Rhonda muttered, walking away.

Kay was staring at him suspiciously. "You are remarkably cheerful this morning. Especially for somebody who fucked up a reap all of two days ago, traumatizing a young girl, possibly for the rest of her afterlife."

"I've realized that one can't dwell on the past," House proclaimed. "I'm going to start living in the moment."

Actually, he was dwelling more on the future; specifically the future around 8pm tonight, when Wilson was going to meet him at a bar near the university called Shorty's. ( He almost wished he could boast about it to the other Reapers, without the risk of Kay ripping his arms off and beating him with them. )

Title: For Every Closed Door (10/?)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, this chapter has some gross and graphic descriptions.
Summary: "Free will isn't quantum physics or trigonometry, it's a relatively simple concept."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: I finished moving, and I'm unemployed. I'll probably start updating this more often.
A/N 2: This chapter draws heavily on the plot from episode 1x2 "Curious George" of DLM. The exchange "Correct me if I'm wrong..." exchange between House and Kay is modified from actual dialogue in the show.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
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"I don't know exactly what makes people cross over. I mean, souls. I think they see light where others cannot. I think they see a chance to become something else. Someone else." From Dead Like Me, episode unknown.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Ada shouted.

"I'm working on a new dance routine for my Rockettes audition, what does it look like? ( Here, it goes like this: Step, kick, step, kick-ball-change, pirouette- )

Title: Subtlety Is Not In Our Vocabulary
Author: starlingthefool
Fandom: House MD/His Dark Materials crossover
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG 13 for swearing.
Summary: House, Wilson, and their respective dæmons have an illuminating conversation.
A/N: Written for this prompt: "Vaguely crossover-ish for concept borrowing: the characters have dæmons, á la His Dark Materials. Characters A and B interact in some capacity (up to you); the dæmons are active participants in the exchange, whether verbally or through body language."
Wikipedia's explanation of what a daemon is can be found here. Also, I have pictures of the everyone's dæmons here, if anybody is interested.
Thanks to dominus_trinus for the beta!
A/N 2: I'm still working on the next chapter for the House/DLM crossover. This is my attempt to multitask, I guess.

"You should go talk to him," Medea said. ( The opossum dæmon sat on House's desk, watching as he tossed a rubber ball against the wall of his office. )

Title: For Every Closed Door -- Third Interlude
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: Wilson, unrequited House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Was that pathological, or just pathetic?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Another depressed!Wilson interlude. Now with added metaphysical elements for your enjoyment!
The lyrics that are quoted are from the song "My Life" by Phil Ochs.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
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( The usually busy intersection of Witherspoon and Valley Road was deserted at this hour, the twilight limbo between night and dawn. )