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Porcelain, by QueenZulu (PG-13)
Fandom: HOUSE
Pairing: Cuddy, House
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenzulu
Author website:: Panfandom.ca
Why this must be read: It's a Three Stories AU where Cuddy is the one who gets an infarction, which should be enough to pique your interest right there! In addition to the unusual and interesting premise the story is incredibly well-written and gorgeously constructed. It's a fascinating look at House and Cuddy's relationship - reversed, but not really, because they're each very much still them. It's wonderful and perfect and one of my favorite AUs of all time, so go read!
If I haven't convinced you yet, have an excerpt:
This is how your life changes.
You're playing mixed doubles, teaming up with Taylor from Cardiology, whose serve is garbage but who's strong in the forecourt. You're ahead, 40-15, in the final set, and it's match point. You grin at Martin, bouncing the ball once or twice, enjoying its smart pop against the court. Then, you stretch upwards, every muscle moving in concert, and toss it in the air.
A breath. An instant of concentration so intense that you move entirely without thought; your serve blasts across the net for the ace.
And there's a pain in your leg.
The game's over. You shake hands over the net, sweating and sticky and half-laughing at that final, perfect serve. You agree to meet for drinks in a few days' time, eager to get out of the sun.
You wince, reaching for your sports bag; you limp, heading for the clubhouse. "Nothing," you assure Taylor, "it's just a pulled muscle. I can walk it off." He nods and you promise you will rest, elevate, heat, ice. All the suggestions doctors can never keep to themselves, even though you know the routine better than him, since he's a surgeon and you still work part of each day in the clinic. You force yourself to walk normally to the change rooms, to your car afterwards. You wonder, am I really that old? and then dismiss the thought with a sigh.
This is the moment that your life changes.
Amazing, how you don't notice it at all.
Porcelain
Pairing: Cuddy, House
Author on LJ:
queenzuluAuthor website:: Panfandom.ca
Why this must be read: It's a Three Stories AU where Cuddy is the one who gets an infarction, which should be enough to pique your interest right there! In addition to the unusual and interesting premise the story is incredibly well-written and gorgeously constructed. It's a fascinating look at House and Cuddy's relationship - reversed, but not really, because they're each very much still them. It's wonderful and perfect and one of my favorite AUs of all time, so go read!
If I haven't convinced you yet, have an excerpt:
This is how your life changes.
You're playing mixed doubles, teaming up with Taylor from Cardiology, whose serve is garbage but who's strong in the forecourt. You're ahead, 40-15, in the final set, and it's match point. You grin at Martin, bouncing the ball once or twice, enjoying its smart pop against the court. Then, you stretch upwards, every muscle moving in concert, and toss it in the air.
A breath. An instant of concentration so intense that you move entirely without thought; your serve blasts across the net for the ace.
And there's a pain in your leg.
The game's over. You shake hands over the net, sweating and sticky and half-laughing at that final, perfect serve. You agree to meet for drinks in a few days' time, eager to get out of the sun.
You wince, reaching for your sports bag; you limp, heading for the clubhouse. "Nothing," you assure Taylor, "it's just a pulled muscle. I can walk it off." He nods and you promise you will rest, elevate, heat, ice. All the suggestions doctors can never keep to themselves, even though you know the routine better than him, since he's a surgeon and you still work part of each day in the clinic. You force yourself to walk normally to the change rooms, to your car afterwards. You wonder, am I really that old? and then dismiss the thought with a sigh.
This is the moment that your life changes.
Amazing, how you don't notice it at all.
Porcelain
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