Title: road trip (unfinished)
Author: 407 / ir0nically_no
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wilson is never sure why it is this moment exactly that he remembers.
Notes: The start of one of my submissions for the wilson_fest . Slightly different style than usual - don't know if you'll be able to notice it or not. Still don’t know how to end it. Probably needs a whole lot of cleaning up, because of the constant tense changes (goddamn flashbacks) – I’m sure I’ll have screwed the tense up at least somewhere. There’s also at least one sentence I’m iffy about. So yeah, entirely unfinished and pretty rough. I just needed to put this out there somewhere - I get like that sometimes. Basically, thank God for this LJ, or I would have actually had to post it out into the public or something.
Maybe I'll think of a suitable ending tomorrow. Right now, I need to sleep.

I should really find myself a beta. Better go look one up at wilson_fest , I suppose.



( The one thing he remembers most is the sunset. )

Title: And You Dance All the Slower
Author: Lauren / 407
Rating: G
Summary: They try to ignore the fact that they don’t speak. Not really, anyway.
Authors Notes: There was talk on House’s House of Whining that Julie is often demonised in fics. What can I say? I was inspired. This ended up a much more desolate, depressing fic than I had aimed for, as much of my stuff often does. Unbeta’d and largely unfinished - I just felt like sharing. Written in about 20 minutes.

Title: Leave Before The Lights Come On
Author: Lauren / 407
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,124
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: He can’t think straight – can’t quite process this whole thing. All he really knows is that it’s big. And whether they like it or not, it’s going to change things.
Disclaimer: If I were David Shore, this sort of thing would be happening on a weekly basis. The song title and the epigraph belong to the song Leave Before The Lights Come On, by the Arctic Monkeys (why do I have a fascination with their lyrics?)
Notes: Ok, first time I've ever actually really established a House/Wilson relationship. It took me long enough, huh? But, once again, I'm back to inner monologues and Wilson rambling on and on about the same thing. There is, however, one line of dialogue...so, my previous fic, which was a dialogue-heavy experiment, was not in vain - I'm progressing :)
Anyways, enjoy this - it was once again smashed out quickly, at a pretty late hour. I have freakish writing tendancies.

Title: The Lines In Disneyworld Are Probably Shorter (Especially If You Use FastPasses)
Rating: G
Characters: House, Wilson
Word Count: 877
Summary: House decides to get some ice cream.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Probably never will be, but I'm not discounting the possibility...
Notes: ZOMG, there's dialogue. That's right, I have actually attempted to write dialogue. Not only that, there is no stream-of-conciousness style writing anywhere. And little to no description. Are you proud of me? I'm proud. Of course, with dialogue comes the potential for horribly out of character writing. Ick. Given that I have never written dialogue for any House character ever, this is a definite possibility. Also, I had no idea how to end this - like me, once those boys start talking, they refuse to shut up.
So really, if nothing else, this is just an experiment with House/Wilson dialogue.
The beginning was written for the H/W fic prompt challenge, (prompt: House and/or Wilson wait for something) but I couldn't help but continue.

( Dialogue, dialogue, dialogue.... )

Alternatively, read at House/Wilson | ff.net

TITLE: Don't You Always Do The Same?
AUTHOR: ir0nically_no / 407
PAIRING: House/Wilson Established, Wilson/OFC
RATING: R-ish, maybe
WORD COUNT: 734
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Wilson tries - he does. But just 'trying' often doesn't cut it. So instead, he takes the easy way out - sticks with strong, unrelenting denial.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own it, will never own it, pity me. Title taken from the Arctic Monkeys song Dancing Shoes, but the song really has no relevance to this story.
NOTES: This is really the result of overexposure to my mp3 player, but hey – inspiration has to come from somewhere. Anyway, this turned into a complete different story than the one I set out to write – it turned out all dark and twisty. I may continue and actually write the original story. Depends on how compliant my muse feels.

Just so you know, this is only my second foray into House-land and I’m not sure what it is about this show that makes me write everything in a slightly stream-of-consciousness style. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it. Also, this is entirely unbeta'd, as it was written in about 30 minutes and I have little to no patience - all mistakes, therefore are mine and mine alone.

Much like Wilson, I try. What can I say?

 

 

 

Alternatively read at House/Wilson | ff.net | squidge

I'm not entirely sure what to do with this - I wrote it in about 15 minutes, whilst trying to prevent myself from going to sleep (Sleep today means school tomorrow). So, I figured I'd post it. It's nice and short and I suppose I could take it somewhere if I wanted. Maybe tomorrow.

Till then.

Title: Crash
Characters/Pairings: Wilson (all on his lonesome)
Warnings: I'm evil to characters I like, apparently
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Word Count: 713
Summary: He can’t breath, can’t see, can’t make a sound and even if he could, there would be no one around to hear him.
Notes: No beta - this is simply a creation of my procrastination.
Obligatory Disclaimer: Yeah, right.




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