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Damascus by nightdog_barks (PG-13)
Fandom: HOUSE M.D.
Pairing: House-Wilson friendship
Length: 3,700 words
Author on LJ: Author's LJ writing journal profile
Author Website: nightdog_writes
Why this must be read: I'd really love to rec this writer's extraordinary AU series The Annals, which has House and Wilson in ancient Rome, but that's technically a work-in-progress. So I'm picking another of my favorites of her stories. "Damascus" centers around House giving Wilson a gift that is both unusual and unusually thoughtful for someone as self-centered as House.
Excerpt:
"I'm not twelve, House. Birthdays don't mean that much to me anymore."
"Awww, Jimmy. Does this mean no ice cream? No candles? No girls jumping out of cakes?"
Wilson's gaze swung round, startled. "Girls jumping out of --" He forced his eyes back to the road and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "No girls. No cakes. I'm getting a haircut, House, because I'm a grownup."
House slouched down in his seat and punched one of the radio buttons. The sound of Elvis Costello singing about Harry Houdini filled the car.
"You're no fun."
"So they say," Wilson muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw House's blue eyes narrow.
Damascus
Pairing: House-Wilson friendship
Length: 3,700 words
Author on LJ: Author's LJ writing journal profile
Author Website: nightdog_writes
Why this must be read: I'd really love to rec this writer's extraordinary AU series The Annals, which has House and Wilson in ancient Rome, but that's technically a work-in-progress. So I'm picking another of my favorites of her stories. "Damascus" centers around House giving Wilson a gift that is both unusual and unusually thoughtful for someone as self-centered as House.
Excerpt:
"I'm not twelve, House. Birthdays don't mean that much to me anymore."
"Awww, Jimmy. Does this mean no ice cream? No candles? No girls jumping out of cakes?"
Wilson's gaze swung round, startled. "Girls jumping out of --" He forced his eyes back to the road and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "No girls. No cakes. I'm getting a haircut, House, because I'm a grownup."
House slouched down in his seat and punched one of the radio buttons. The sound of Elvis Costello singing about Harry Houdini filled the car.
"You're no fun."
"So they say," Wilson muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw House's blue eyes narrow.
Damascus