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Your Hand in Mine by hihoplastic (PG)
Fandom: HOUSE M.D
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Length: 32K
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hihoplastic
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sail_your_sea
Why this must be read:
This is a long, post-apocalypse AU that takes our doctors through the end of the world. I'm a complete sucker for apocalypses, but what really drew me into the story was the way the author wrote Cuddy, with her stubborn strength and the way she trudges along, even as the world around them grows more chaotic everyday. There's an undercurrent of optimism that runs throughout the story, and in the end it's that feeling of bittersweet optimism that stays with you.
There was silence among the clinic nursing staff early in the morning two days ago when one of the patients switched the station from MTV to CNN. The newscaster with dark brown hair and a tiny nose was reporting a plane crash about three hundred miles off the coast of Ireland.
"Flight 311," he was saying, and then a child wailed loudly. "Mechanical failure" slipped through the noise and then Cuddy's new secretary, Jill or Jane or Josie, dropped the stack of files she was supposed to hand to Brenda. "left Zurich this morning...fatalities unknown."
The secretary was pale and Brenda told the patient with the remote to turn up the volume.
"I booked that flight," whispered Jenny or Julia or Joanne, and by then all the nurses were staring. Brenda grabbed the secretary's elbow and quickly put her in a chair.
Wilson was walking through the lobby, eyes on a file. He was mid-sentence when he looked up, noticed the collective gaze to the screen. "What--?" he started as the newscaster was saying again, "from Zurich" and "help is already on the way." Wilson said "oh god" and the secretary choked back a sob.
The patient approached one of the nurses and asked what was going on.
"The dean of medicine's on that flight."
Your Hand in Mine
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Length: 32K
Author on LJ:
hihoplasticAuthor Website:
sail_your_seaWhy this must be read:
This is a long, post-apocalypse AU that takes our doctors through the end of the world. I'm a complete sucker for apocalypses, but what really drew me into the story was the way the author wrote Cuddy, with her stubborn strength and the way she trudges along, even as the world around them grows more chaotic everyday. There's an undercurrent of optimism that runs throughout the story, and in the end it's that feeling of bittersweet optimism that stays with you.
There was silence among the clinic nursing staff early in the morning two days ago when one of the patients switched the station from MTV to CNN. The newscaster with dark brown hair and a tiny nose was reporting a plane crash about three hundred miles off the coast of Ireland.
"Flight 311," he was saying, and then a child wailed loudly. "Mechanical failure" slipped through the noise and then Cuddy's new secretary, Jill or Jane or Josie, dropped the stack of files she was supposed to hand to Brenda. "left Zurich this morning...fatalities unknown."
The secretary was pale and Brenda told the patient with the remote to turn up the volume.
"I booked that flight," whispered Jenny or Julia or Joanne, and by then all the nurses were staring. Brenda grabbed the secretary's elbow and quickly put her in a chair.
Wilson was walking through the lobby, eyes on a file. He was mid-sentence when he looked up, noticed the collective gaze to the screen. "What--?" he started as the newscaster was saying again, "from Zurich" and "help is already on the way." Wilson said "oh god" and the secretary choked back a sob.
The patient approached one of the nurses and asked what was going on.
"The dean of medicine's on that flight."
Your Hand in Mine