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Filling In by deelaundry (R)
Fandom: HOUSE M.D.
Pairing: House/Rodney McKay
Length: 1,939
Author on LJ: Author's LJ profile
Author Website: Dee's Fics
Why this must be read: It's Crack Van Collisions day! In honor of that, here's an AU crossover with Stargate: Atlantis in which House makes a phone call to an escort service and meets a guy named Dr. Rodney McKay, a genius who has a job on the side. It's absolutely hilarious, with the snark between the smartest guys in two galaxies flying thick and fast.
Excerpt:
“You’re a specialist? In what, insomnia cures?”
“Hilarious.” McKay finally sat his ass down -- in House’s armchair. “I tutor math.”
“I wasn’t aware I’d called Sylvan Learning.”
“Oh, God, I’m going to charge you extra if I have to listen to that lame excuse for humor the whole time.”
McKay glared from the chair; House glared from the couch; they were at stalemate for over a minute until House realized he was, in essence, burning money. (Incidentally, he was never taking whatever this fucking pain pill was again, if it made him this slow on the uptake.) Wilson’s credit limit was high but it was, in fact, a limit.
“OK, Mr. Tutor,” House said finally. “Come toot my horn.”
Filling In
Pairing: House/Rodney McKay
Length: 1,939
Author on LJ: Author's LJ profile
Author Website: Dee's Fics
Why this must be read: It's Crack Van Collisions day! In honor of that, here's an AU crossover with Stargate: Atlantis in which House makes a phone call to an escort service and meets a guy named Dr. Rodney McKay, a genius who has a job on the side. It's absolutely hilarious, with the snark between the smartest guys in two galaxies flying thick and fast.
Excerpt:
“You’re a specialist? In what, insomnia cures?”
“Hilarious.” McKay finally sat his ass down -- in House’s armchair. “I tutor math.”
“I wasn’t aware I’d called Sylvan Learning.”
“Oh, God, I’m going to charge you extra if I have to listen to that lame excuse for humor the whole time.”
McKay glared from the chair; House glared from the couch; they were at stalemate for over a minute until House realized he was, in essence, burning money. (Incidentally, he was never taking whatever this fucking pain pill was again, if it made him this slow on the uptake.) Wilson’s credit limit was high but it was, in fact, a limit.
“OK, Mr. Tutor,” House said finally. “Come toot my horn.”
Filling In