Title: For Every Closed Door (11/14) [FIC COMMENTARY]
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "House couldn‘t have felt more naked if he‘d worn nothing but his socks to the bar. Why the hell had he asked Wilson that, of all questions?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This is the beginning of the end! By my estimation, there’s three more (fairly dense) chapters left after this. My goal is to finish it by the end of the month.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
“I think for me, death was just a wake-up call.”
“That night, a man was killed by a speeding car and I was there to take his soul. The street on which he died turned into a flowing river of light, and he hesitated at its banks. I told him to take a deep breath, as if it’s the last one you will ever take; because sometimes in life, or in death I guess, you just never know.”
-From Dead Like Me.
A Synthesis of Hyacinths and Biscuits
Don't Trust Fate, But I Hate Suprises
( Read more... )
I was bored. It was write a post-mortem for For Every Closed Door, or clean the kitchen. Which would you choose?
This was one of those stories that came up unsuspectingly and tackled me to the ground. I'd gotten into House this past winter, while hanging out with my sister in Vermont over Christmas. I'll also credit her with getting me into House/Wilson fic (and slash in general, but that's another story).
My former roommate Tahnee (who is currently helping me with my karaoke fic), is the one who got me into Dead Like Me, which I'd never heard of before moving into the Cedar Haus.
In the preceding months, I'd been going through a bit of a dry spell, writing wise. I'd hacked out a rather raw one-act play (At The Window, Two Girls) in the winter, and that whole process (the writing as well as the staging of it) left me kind of exhausted. The idea of writing a crossover had been niggling at me since the end of January, when everyone in the house got sick and we mostly sat around watching television on DVD and Dolly Parton movies. Two things we watched a lot of were House and Dead Like Me. (I rang up a huge amount of late fees from Blockbuster, as I recall.)
The muse had seemingly up and left town, as the fickle bastard is wont to do, and I was content to take a break from the written word. I had school and work and then more school to deal with, along with a bunch of people visiting with me. Not to mention being sort of depressed and dealing with my own personal brand of gender confusion. Anyways…
Well. That was fun and informative. And probably TMI, but whatever. This is my farewell to this fic verse.
This was one of those stories that came up unsuspectingly and tackled me to the ground. I'd gotten into House this past winter, while hanging out with my sister in Vermont over Christmas. I'll also credit her with getting me into House/Wilson fic (and slash in general, but that's another story).
My former roommate Tahnee (who is currently helping me with my karaoke fic), is the one who got me into Dead Like Me, which I'd never heard of before moving into the Cedar Haus.
In the preceding months, I'd been going through a bit of a dry spell, writing wise. I'd hacked out a rather raw one-act play (At The Window, Two Girls) in the winter, and that whole process (the writing as well as the staging of it) left me kind of exhausted. The idea of writing a crossover had been niggling at me since the end of January, when everyone in the house got sick and we mostly sat around watching television on DVD and Dolly Parton movies. Two things we watched a lot of were House and Dead Like Me. (I rang up a huge amount of late fees from Blockbuster, as I recall.)
The muse had seemingly up and left town, as the fickle bastard is wont to do, and I was content to take a break from the written word. I had school and work and then more school to deal with, along with a bunch of people visiting with me. Not to mention being sort of depressed and dealing with my own personal brand of gender confusion. Anyways…
( Read more... )
Well. That was fun and informative. And probably TMI, but whatever. This is my farewell to this fic verse.
Title: Until I See You Again - Epilogue to For Every Closed Door
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
starlingthefool
Fandom: House/Dead Like Me crossover
Rating: PG-13, for death and swearing
Pairing: House/Wilson
Warning: Character death. Well, sort of.
Obligatory Disclaimer: Don't own either of these shows, have absolutely no artistic right to them, blah blah blah, etc.
A/N: Okay, here is the epilogue that I've been dropping hints about. I'm going to leave it alone after this, but anyone else is free to play with it.
Also, if anyone wants this whole story, edited and polished as much as it can be, let me know and I'll email it. Probably in RTF format, unless otherwise specified.
( Sometime in the sort of distant future... )
Author:
starlingthefoolFandom: House/Dead Like Me crossover
Rating: PG-13, for death and swearing
Pairing: House/Wilson
Warning: Character death. Well, sort of.
Obligatory Disclaimer: Don't own either of these shows, have absolutely no artistic right to them, blah blah blah, etc.
A/N: Okay, here is the epilogue that I've been dropping hints about. I'm going to leave it alone after this, but anyone else is free to play with it.
Also, if anyone wants this whole story, edited and polished as much as it can be, let me know and I'll email it. Probably in RTF format, unless otherwise specified.
( Sometime in the sort of distant future... )
Title: For Every Closed Door (14/14)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: But every heaven that he'd seen had been empty of other people. There was never anybody waiting on the other side.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: It's been a fun ride, all. Three months and over 45,000 words! Crazy, I tell you. Thanks for all the fabulous comments, support, and encouragement you all have given me along the way.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
A/N 2: The Cliffs of Moher mentioned in this chapter are in County Clare, Ireland, and a picture of them can be found here.
You don't mess with fate. People die when they are meant to die. There's no discussion. There's no negotiation. When life's done, it's done. You of all people should know that. -From Dead Like Me
The sun was going down, on both the day and on Wilson's life. How very fitting. Maybe if House was a poet, he could appreciate it more. ( As it was, the blatant symbolism just enraged him further. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: But every heaven that he'd seen had been empty of other people. There was never anybody waiting on the other side.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: It's been a fun ride, all. Three months and over 45,000 words! Crazy, I tell you. Thanks for all the fabulous comments, support, and encouragement you all have given me along the way.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
A/N 2: The Cliffs of Moher mentioned in this chapter are in County Clare, Ireland, and a picture of them can be found here.
You don't mess with fate. People die when they are meant to die. There's no discussion. There's no negotiation. When life's done, it's done. You of all people should know that. -From Dead Like Me
The sun was going down, on both the day and on Wilson's life. How very fitting. Maybe if House was a poet, he could appreciate it more. ( As it was, the blatant symbolism just enraged him further. )
Title: For Every Closed Door (13/14)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, I have a tendency to leave cliffhangers, in case that's not your thing with WIPs.
Summary: "Mabel nodded. 'Ain't that just the way of it. It's always the good tippers that leave.'"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Boy, I suck. Sorry for the delay in updating. I have my excuses, really I do, but I won't bore you with them.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
Humans beings are simple, predictable clichés. Broken hearts, betrayal, it's all been done a billion times before. The problem is, every time still hurts like the first. And if you're lucky enough to recover, you can be sure that just as you finish filling in all the cracks in your life, the next one is starting to open.
-From Dead Like Me
( 'What do you think about death?' Wilson asked philosophically. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, I have a tendency to leave cliffhangers, in case that's not your thing with WIPs.
Summary: "Mabel nodded. 'Ain't that just the way of it. It's always the good tippers that leave.'"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Boy, I suck. Sorry for the delay in updating. I have my excuses, really I do, but I won't bore you with them.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
Humans beings are simple, predictable clichés. Broken hearts, betrayal, it's all been done a billion times before. The problem is, every time still hurts like the first. And if you're lucky enough to recover, you can be sure that just as you finish filling in all the cracks in your life, the next one is starting to open.
-From Dead Like Me
( 'What do you think about death?' Wilson asked philosophically. )
Title: For Every Closed Door: Interlude 4
Author: Starlingthefool
Fandom: House/Dead Like Me crossover
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: Light R, for sexual situations (finally!)
Summary: Wilson wasn't sure what was more pathetic; that he was carrying on a conversation with a dead man at two in the morning, or that he was sorry when it stopped. Either way, it was depressing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Woe.
A/N: Did I say two chapters left? Because I meant two chapters and another Wilson interlude. Whoopsie.
This chapter is dedicated to Barnes & Noble, for hiring me and then throwing me into a pit full of crazed Harry Potter fans with almost no training.
Crossposted to housefic and house_wilson.
A/N 2:Oh, and there's a quote from Hamlet in here. Sorry to be a pretentious literary nerd.
A/N 3:It's my journal, I can spam if I want to!
A/N 4:If you're disappointed by the lack of super sweaty graphic sex... sorry. I'll try and include more next time.
Maybe that's what happens to some souls. Maybe they get lost. Maybe they have to wander because they're not quite at peace yet. Maybe there's some kind of unfinished business with these kind of souls like they're holding on to something -- holding their breath. And when the business is done, they can finally let go, exhale and sleep. -From Dead Like Me.
Previous Chapters
( Wilson woke suddenly from a fractured dream. )
Author: Starlingthefool
Fandom: House/Dead Like Me crossover
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: Light R, for sexual situations (finally!)
Summary: Wilson wasn't sure what was more pathetic; that he was carrying on a conversation with a dead man at two in the morning, or that he was sorry when it stopped. Either way, it was depressing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Woe.
A/N: Did I say two chapters left? Because I meant two chapters and another Wilson interlude. Whoopsie.
This chapter is dedicated to Barnes & Noble, for hiring me and then throwing me into a pit full of crazed Harry Potter fans with almost no training.
Crossposted to housefic and house_wilson.
A/N 2:Oh, and there's a quote from Hamlet in here. Sorry to be a pretentious literary nerd.
A/N 3:It's my journal, I can spam if I want to!
A/N 4:If you're disappointed by the lack of super sweaty graphic sex... sorry. I'll try and include more next time.
Maybe that's what happens to some souls. Maybe they get lost. Maybe they have to wander because they're not quite at peace yet. Maybe there's some kind of unfinished business with these kind of souls like they're holding on to something -- holding their breath. And when the business is done, they can finally let go, exhale and sleep. -From Dead Like Me.
Previous Chapters
( Wilson woke suddenly from a fractured dream. )
Title: For Every Closed Door (12/14)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Do you have a prehensile penis?"
"No, but I've got eight fingers and two opposable thumbs. And I last a hell of a lot longer than twelve seconds."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This chapter is brought to you by all the bookstores, restaurants, and plant nurseries in my town that haven't hired me. Jerks. But still, unemployment leaves me lots of time for writing, so it all works out.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
From the moment we're born, we hit the ground running, put one foot in front of the other and anything is possible. Of course, that's all bullshit. The truth is that from evolution to revolution, things hardly ever change gradually. They change suddenly in great leaps. For those who understand this, life is a constant search for the next big jump. For the rest of us, all that jumping seems kind of stupid. From Dead Like Me.
Back in Wilson's car; the same scent of cologne and leather seats and old coffee now mingled with the smell of spring thunderstorms that rolled in from House's cracked window, and the cigarette smoke that clung to Wilson's skin and clothes. The radio was on, but so soft that it was unintelligible, a quiet murmur that was almost drowned out by the steady rhythm of the windshield wipers and the tapping of the rain on the roof.
( They drove in heavy silence, broken only when House gave Wilson his address. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Do you have a prehensile penis?"
"No, but I've got eight fingers and two opposable thumbs. And I last a hell of a lot longer than twelve seconds."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This chapter is brought to you by all the bookstores, restaurants, and plant nurseries in my town that haven't hired me. Jerks. But still, unemployment leaves me lots of time for writing, so it all works out.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
From the moment we're born, we hit the ground running, put one foot in front of the other and anything is possible. Of course, that's all bullshit. The truth is that from evolution to revolution, things hardly ever change gradually. They change suddenly in great leaps. For those who understand this, life is a constant search for the next big jump. For the rest of us, all that jumping seems kind of stupid. From Dead Like Me.
Back in Wilson's car; the same scent of cologne and leather seats and old coffee now mingled with the smell of spring thunderstorms that rolled in from House's cracked window, and the cigarette smoke that clung to Wilson's skin and clothes. The radio was on, but so soft that it was unintelligible, a quiet murmur that was almost drowned out by the steady rhythm of the windshield wipers and the tapping of the rain on the roof.
( They drove in heavy silence, broken only when House gave Wilson his address. )
Current Mood:
exhausted
Somebody (specifically theyreforrachel) drew art for FECD.
Look!
This made my day so much better, I can't even tell you.
theyreforrachel) drew art for FECD.Look!
This made my day so much better, I can't even tell you.
Title: For Every Closed Door (11/14)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "House couldn‘t have felt more naked if he‘d worn nothing but his socks to the bar. Why the hell had he asked Wilson that, of all questions?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This is the beginning of the end! By my estimation, there’s three more (fairly dense) chapters left after this. My goal is to finish it by the end of the month.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
“I think for me, death was just a wake-up call.”
“That night, a man was killed by a speeding car and I was there to take his soul. The street on which he died turned into a flowing river of light, and he hesitated at its banks. I told him to take a deep breath, as if it’s the last one you will ever take; because sometimes in life, or in death I guess, you just never know.”
-From Dead Like Me.
"Can I get some coffee, Debra?"
"It's Rhonda," the waitress said, glaring at House. "It's on my badge."
"Sorry. I need new glasses," House said cheerfully. Actually, his eyesight had never been better. Being undead had its good points.
"That's not all you need," Rhonda muttered, walking away.
Kay was staring at him suspiciously. "You are remarkably cheerful this morning. Especially for somebody who fucked up a reap all of two days ago, traumatizing a young girl, possibly for the rest of her afterlife."
"I've realized that one can't dwell on the past," House proclaimed. "I'm going to start living in the moment."
Actually, he was dwelling more on the future; specifically the future around 8pm tonight, when Wilson was going to meet him at a bar near the university called Shorty's. ( He almost wished he could boast about it to the other Reapers, without the risk of Kay ripping his arms off and beating him with them. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "House couldn‘t have felt more naked if he‘d worn nothing but his socks to the bar. Why the hell had he asked Wilson that, of all questions?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This is the beginning of the end! By my estimation, there’s three more (fairly dense) chapters left after this. My goal is to finish it by the end of the month.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
“I think for me, death was just a wake-up call.”
“That night, a man was killed by a speeding car and I was there to take his soul. The street on which he died turned into a flowing river of light, and he hesitated at its banks. I told him to take a deep breath, as if it’s the last one you will ever take; because sometimes in life, or in death I guess, you just never know.”
-From Dead Like Me.
"Can I get some coffee, Debra?"
"It's Rhonda," the waitress said, glaring at House. "It's on my badge."
"Sorry. I need new glasses," House said cheerfully. Actually, his eyesight had never been better. Being undead had its good points.
"That's not all you need," Rhonda muttered, walking away.
Kay was staring at him suspiciously. "You are remarkably cheerful this morning. Especially for somebody who fucked up a reap all of two days ago, traumatizing a young girl, possibly for the rest of her afterlife."
"I've realized that one can't dwell on the past," House proclaimed. "I'm going to start living in the moment."
Actually, he was dwelling more on the future; specifically the future around 8pm tonight, when Wilson was going to meet him at a bar near the university called Shorty's. ( He almost wished he could boast about it to the other Reapers, without the risk of Kay ripping his arms off and beating him with them. )
Title: For Every Closed Door (10/?)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, this chapter has some gross and graphic descriptions.
Summary: "Free will isn't quantum physics or trigonometry, it's a relatively simple concept."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: I finished moving, and I'm unemployed. I'll probably start updating this more often.
A/N 2: This chapter draws heavily on the plot from episode 1x2 "Curious George" of DLM. The exchange "Correct me if I'm wrong..." exchange between House and Kay was taken and modified from actual dialogue in the episode.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
"I don't know exactly what makes people cross over. I mean, souls. I think they see light where others cannot. I think they see a chance to become something else. Someone else." From Dead Like Me, episode unknown.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Ada shouted.
"I'm working on a new dance routine for my Rockettes audition, what does it look like? ( Here, it goes like this: Step, kick, step, kick-ball-change, pirouette- )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson, original characters
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, this chapter has some gross and graphic descriptions.
Summary: "Free will isn't quantum physics or trigonometry, it's a relatively simple concept."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: I finished moving, and I'm unemployed. I'll probably start updating this more often.
A/N 2: This chapter draws heavily on the plot from episode 1x2 "Curious George" of DLM. The exchange "Correct me if I'm wrong..." exchange between House and Kay was taken and modified from actual dialogue in the episode.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
"I don't know exactly what makes people cross over. I mean, souls. I think they see light where others cannot. I think they see a chance to become something else. Someone else." From Dead Like Me, episode unknown.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Ada shouted.
"I'm working on a new dance routine for my Rockettes audition, what does it look like? ( Here, it goes like this: Step, kick, step, kick-ball-change, pirouette- )
Title: For Every Closed Door (9/?)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Operation "Weasel My Way Back Into Wilson's Life Without Losing Brain Function, And Maybe Investigate Seducing Him As Well" was well underway."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to write this. I somehow decided it would be a good idea to work six days straight, while at the same time, trying to move house.
A/N 2: Oops. Forgot to mention that the song House plays ("My Life" by Phil Ochs) is the same one that Wilson read at the end of his last interlude. Sorry for being obscure.
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Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
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-No contact with people from your previous life.
-Why not?
-Well, because as far as they’re concerned, you’re dead!
From "Dead Like Me" episode 1x1
"You-" the other doctor began to say.
( House's train of thought would have broken the sound barrier if its speed had been measured. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Operation "Weasel My Way Back Into Wilson's Life Without Losing Brain Function, And Maybe Investigate Seducing Him As Well" was well underway."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to write this. I somehow decided it would be a good idea to work six days straight, while at the same time, trying to move house.
A/N 2: Oops. Forgot to mention that the song House plays ("My Life" by Phil Ochs) is the same one that Wilson read at the end of his last interlude. Sorry for being obscure.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
-No contact with people from your previous life.
-Why not?
-Well, because as far as they’re concerned, you’re dead!
From "Dead Like Me" episode 1x1
"You-" the other doctor began to say.
( House's train of thought would have broken the sound barrier if its speed had been measured. )
Title: For Every Closed Door (8/?)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall, for swearing and graphic description
Characters/pairings: House, original characters, eventual House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, this chapter features some serious suicide ideation.
Summary: "We've got a pool going as to how exactly you've been torturing yourself. I've got twenty bucks saying you've joined an S&M club."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: I've got no real explanation for this chapter. I fought it, but this is what the muse demanded.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
Humans beings are simple, predictable clichés. Broken hearts, betrayal, it's all been done a billion times before. The problem is, every time still hurts like the first. And if you're lucky enough to recover, you can be sure that just as you finish filling in all the cracks in your life, the next one is starting to open.
Two days after his revelation about Wilson, Kay was still trailing after House like some concerned mother hen. She'd offered to buy him lunch after his afternoon reap, and though he had reservations, he agreed. ( A broke, unemployed Reaper couldn't afford to turn down free lunches, after all, no matter how much insufferable pitying from his boss he had to sit through to get it. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall, for swearing and graphic description
Characters/pairings: House, original characters, eventual House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, this chapter features some serious suicide ideation.
Summary: "We've got a pool going as to how exactly you've been torturing yourself. I've got twenty bucks saying you've joined an S&M club."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: I've got no real explanation for this chapter. I fought it, but this is what the muse demanded.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
Humans beings are simple, predictable clichés. Broken hearts, betrayal, it's all been done a billion times before. The problem is, every time still hurts like the first. And if you're lucky enough to recover, you can be sure that just as you finish filling in all the cracks in your life, the next one is starting to open.
Two days after his revelation about Wilson, Kay was still trailing after House like some concerned mother hen. She'd offered to buy him lunch after his afternoon reap, and though he had reservations, he agreed. ( A broke, unemployed Reaper couldn't afford to turn down free lunches, after all, no matter how much insufferable pitying from his boss he had to sit through to get it. )
Title: For Every Closed Door -- Third Interlude
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: Wilson, unrequited House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Was that pathological, or just pathetic?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Another depressed!Wilson interlude. Now with added metaphysical elements for your enjoyment!
The lyrics that are quoted are from the song "My Life" by Phil Ochs.
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( The usually busy intersection of Witherspoon and Valley Road was deserted at this hour, the twilight limbo between night and dawn. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: Wilson, unrequited House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "Was that pathological, or just pathetic?"
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Another depressed!Wilson interlude. Now with added metaphysical elements for your enjoyment!
The lyrics that are quoted are from the song "My Life" by Phil Ochs.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
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( The usually busy intersection of Witherspoon and Valley Road was deserted at this hour, the twilight limbo between night and dawn. )
Current Location: couch. pajamas. tea.
Current Music: decemberists - the bagman's gambit
Title: For Every Closed Door (7/?)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House, original character, House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "What now?" "Now we get ridiculously drunk. Obviously."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This chapter is brought to you by the free refills of coffee at King Solomon's Reef restaurant in Olympia, Washington. And it probably shows.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
-Well, I want my life back!
-It's not like you were doing anything with it.
From "Dead Like Me" episode 1x1
It was seeing Susan's Rivendell fold up and disappear before his eyes that decided it. A girl had died, House had taken her soul with a small and simple touch, and then he'd watched as she'd been absorbed into a heaven of her own choosing. He needed Wilson; ( he needed somebody to commiserate with him about how surreal life was, how it could be utterly extraordinary and absolutely inane at the same time. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House, original character, House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing.
Summary: "What now?" "Now we get ridiculously drunk. Obviously."
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: This chapter is brought to you by the free refills of coffee at King Solomon's Reef restaurant in Olympia, Washington. And it probably shows.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
-Well, I want my life back!
-It's not like you were doing anything with it.
From "Dead Like Me" episode 1x1
It was seeing Susan's Rivendell fold up and disappear before his eyes that decided it. A girl had died, House had taken her soul with a small and simple touch, and then he'd watched as she'd been absorbed into a heaven of her own choosing. He needed Wilson; ( he needed somebody to commiserate with him about how surreal life was, how it could be utterly extraordinary and absolutely inane at the same time. )
Title: For Every Closed Door (6/?)
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House, original characters, eventual House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, a minor OC dies this chapter.
Summary: Now we wait. For pizza or death, whichever comes first.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Here follows House's first reap. There is, unfortunately, no H/W interaction in this, because it's already long and kind of hairy, with two new characters introduced and some plot development. Next chapter, however, will be chock full of the two good doctors. Cross my heart.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
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People say the Lord works in mysterious ways. As if that makes all the crummy things in life any sweeter. Death is equally mysterious, but there's no sugar-coating that turd.
From Dead Like Me, episode 1x2 "Dead Girl Walking"
( 'What the hell are we doing back here?' House asked Kay as they slid into a corner booth at Hennry's. )
Fandom: House MD/Dead Like Me crossover
Author: Starling
Rating: R overall
Characters/pairings: House, original characters, eventual House/Wilson.
Warnings: Afterlife!Fic. Thus, by necessity, also a death!fic, but not depressing. Also, a minor OC dies this chapter.
Summary: Now we wait. For pizza or death, whichever comes first.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own, write for, or produce either of these fabulous shows. I'm just a geek with too much time on her hands.
A/N: Here follows House's first reap. There is, unfortunately, no H/W interaction in this, because it's already long and kind of hairy, with two new characters introduced and some plot development. Next chapter, however, will be chock full of the two good doctors. Cross my heart.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.
Concrit feedback gives me warm fuzzies.
x-posted to housefic and house_wilson.
Previous Chapters
People say the Lord works in mysterious ways. As if that makes all the crummy things in life any sweeter. Death is equally mysterious, but there's no sugar-coating that turd.
From Dead Like Me, episode 1x2 "Dead Girl Walking"
( 'What the hell are we doing back here?' House asked Kay as they slid into a corner booth at Hennry's. )