I'm a little bit panicked/swamped at the moment.
So, distract me! Give me a character or two and prompt, and I'll write you a line or two of fic.
(No, I will! My track record for mini-mini-fic memes isn't actually bad.)
So, distract me! Give me a character or two and prompt, and I'll write you a line or two of fic.
(No, I will! My track record for mini-mini-fic memes isn't actually bad.)
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When Wilson found House, House was limping down the corridor with a surgical mask on. There was a teddy bear in his outstretched, thick gloved hand.
"What's that?" asked Wilson.
"A gift from one of my previous patients," said House.
"How, er. Thoughtful."
"A gift from one of *my* patients," House repeated. "I'm not saying thank you until it's been checked for poisons and embedded razor blades."
"Don't bother," said Wilson, falling into step beside House. "We both know you're not going to say thank you, anyway."