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For Every Closed Door by Starling (R)
Fandom: HOUSE MD
Pairing: House/Wilson (eventually)
Length: 45,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starlingthefool
Author Website: Fic list on LJ
Why this must be read:
House is all about solving the puzzle, and this fic gives him an excellent one to play with: how to weasel his way back into Wilson's life (and maybe investigate seducing him as well) when James Taylor forces them apart.
Yes, James Taylor the singer.
Three near death experiences, (cardiac arrest, a shooting, and an overdose in House's case), were enough to give anyone a healthy sense of their own mortality. In addition to that, House's occupation meant encountering death on a fairly regular basis. In such a situation, it was impossible to not think about one's own eventual demise.
House had an unwritten list, the product of endless musing on the subject. He called it:
The Top Five Ways House Thought He Would Die
1. Overdose on Vicodin. Or some other kind of drug, but the Vicodin were the most likely. After all, it had already happened once.
2. Alcohol related incident; either asphyxiating on his own vomit, or crashing his car, or mixing booze with the pills in the wrong way. The possibilities of that one were endless.
3. A fall. His leg would give out the wrong way at the wrong time and he'd crack his skull or break his neck. Statistically probable, even with the cane and the handrails in his bathroom.
4. Motorcycle crash. Again, statistics were against him. He wore a helmet and knew how to ride safely, but there was no accounting for the other idiots on the road.
5. Liver failure from aceteminophen poisoning. They'd never approve him for a transplant. He was nearing fifty, was an unrepentant narcotic addict, drank, and had pissed off the transplant board too many times to count.
House had another unwritten list, of ways that he'd hypothetically like to die. Heart failure during an orgy, for example. Being eaten by Godzilla. Spontaneous combustion. Struck by a meteor while he was too stoned to move out of the way. Or being struck down by an entirely new virus (that would hopefully have symptoms like euphoria and total insensitivity to pain), that would be named after him posthumously. He liked the sound of The House Virus. It would have been a nice legacy to leave behind.
On neither of these lists was the way House actually died, though afterwards, he kind of appreciated the irony.
As the author says: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover. Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. If you haven't seen Dead Like Me, there's no worry. House hasn't seen it either, so you can learn about the universe as he does.
This story is a marvelous mix of humor and pathos - absolutely appropriate for House - and the devotion between House and Wilson is clearly drawn without descending into sappiness. (And when you're dealing with death, and House doing good works (seriously!), and eternal life, hoo boy, could a story go down that road fast.)
For Every Closed Door
Pairing: House/Wilson (eventually)
Length: 45,000 words
Author on LJ:
starlingthefoolAuthor Website: Fic list on LJ
Why this must be read:
House is all about solving the puzzle, and this fic gives him an excellent one to play with: how to weasel his way back into Wilson's life (and maybe investigate seducing him as well) when James Taylor forces them apart.
Yes, James Taylor the singer.
Three near death experiences, (cardiac arrest, a shooting, and an overdose in House's case), were enough to give anyone a healthy sense of their own mortality. In addition to that, House's occupation meant encountering death on a fairly regular basis. In such a situation, it was impossible to not think about one's own eventual demise.
House had an unwritten list, the product of endless musing on the subject. He called it:
The Top Five Ways House Thought He Would Die
1. Overdose on Vicodin. Or some other kind of drug, but the Vicodin were the most likely. After all, it had already happened once.
2. Alcohol related incident; either asphyxiating on his own vomit, or crashing his car, or mixing booze with the pills in the wrong way. The possibilities of that one were endless.
3. A fall. His leg would give out the wrong way at the wrong time and he'd crack his skull or break his neck. Statistically probable, even with the cane and the handrails in his bathroom.
4. Motorcycle crash. Again, statistics were against him. He wore a helmet and knew how to ride safely, but there was no accounting for the other idiots on the road.
5. Liver failure from aceteminophen poisoning. They'd never approve him for a transplant. He was nearing fifty, was an unrepentant narcotic addict, drank, and had pissed off the transplant board too many times to count.
House had another unwritten list, of ways that he'd hypothetically like to die. Heart failure during an orgy, for example. Being eaten by Godzilla. Spontaneous combustion. Struck by a meteor while he was too stoned to move out of the way. Or being struck down by an entirely new virus (that would hopefully have symptoms like euphoria and total insensitivity to pain), that would be named after him posthumously. He liked the sound of The House Virus. It would have been a nice legacy to leave behind.
On neither of these lists was the way House actually died, though afterwards, he kind of appreciated the irony.
As the author says: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover. Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. If you haven't seen Dead Like Me, there's no worry. House hasn't seen it either, so you can learn about the universe as he does.
This story is a marvelous mix of humor and pathos - absolutely appropriate for House - and the devotion between House and Wilson is clearly drawn without descending into sappiness. (And when you're dealing with death, and House doing good works (seriously!), and eternal life, hoo boy, could a story go down that road fast.)
For Every Closed Door