Cycle of Life by Andrealyn (PG)
Fandom: HOUSE, M.D.
Characters: Chase, House
Author on LJ:
andrealyn
Author Website: NA
Why this must be read:
If House’s fellows were to ever, you know, leave the Diagnostics Department, as they might if they existed in reality, I could see it playing out this way. Chase finds himself sticking around as everyone else comes and goes. Spot-on insight for all the characters, especially Dr. Chase himself. A straightforward fic, with concise writing and a precise vision.
Cameron’s perfume lingered in the scents of jasmine and the heavy musk of sweetness and sorrow for three days after she quit, after she had picked up her last possessions from the office. She’d accepted a better fellowship in greener pastures. The day she left, she said goodbye to Chase last, hugging him tightly and whispering hot against his ear: “Don’t stay too long.”
That had been Chase’s fourth year with House, stuck in perpetual inertia in the warm comfort of the halls of PPTH.
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Cycle of Life
Characters: Chase, House
Author on LJ:
Author Website: NA
Why this must be read:
If House’s fellows were to ever, you know, leave the Diagnostics Department, as they might if they existed in reality, I could see it playing out this way. Chase finds himself sticking around as everyone else comes and goes. Spot-on insight for all the characters, especially Dr. Chase himself. A straightforward fic, with concise writing and a precise vision.
Cameron’s perfume lingered in the scents of jasmine and the heavy musk of sweetness and sorrow for three days after she quit, after she had picked up her last possessions from the office. She’d accepted a better fellowship in greener pastures. The day she left, she said goodbye to Chase last, hugging him tightly and whispering hot against his ear: “Don’t stay too long.”
That had been Chase’s fourth year with House, stuck in perpetual inertia in the warm comfort of the halls of PPTH.
Don't forget, feedback is line food to ficcers; feed the starving authors!
Cycle of Life
