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I know, I know, I'm WAY behind on all those fics I've promised. I'll be completely out of commission tomorrow (obviously) and have been feeling kinda off of late, so ... the weekend is looking promising for that Pushing Daisies/Heroes x-over.
Anyhoodle, just finished S2 of House, folded some cranes, ateat lot of food, sneezed a lot, got a book and DVD set back, and had a pretty ok day.
For some reason, my e-mail doesn't seem to be catching all of the replies to comments and entries of mine. I'm confuzzled, I've marked the lj-notifier thingy as a safe-sender. And I'm a little annoyed, what am I missing around here?!
Oh, yeah, here's a short little House/Wilson fic, because I'm feeling guilty and hadn't the time to work on that new genderfuck fic. (*cackles* Muhahahahaha! You'll never guess which pairing I'm messing with!)
If House/Wilson isn't your thing, here's a linky to my infamous Thanksgiving fic that I wrote last year:
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/37998.html
It won runner-up in the Heroes slash awards, people, and it was one of my first forays into femslash ... I'm told it's a good read.
Title: Dreams
Rating: sickeningly (for me) PG-13
Word Count: 294 (aprox.)
Pairings: House/Wilson (unrequited for the moment) with a smidge of House/Stacy
Disclaimer, Spoilers: I do not own House. Wish I did, then I could sort out this Huddy business once and for all … also, if you don’t know who Stacy is, you are a lucky, lucky person.
Warnings: mentions of het-love. Keep out of reach of children. (Besides that, it’s perfectly safe, especially compared to my usual stuff.)
A/N: So yeah, I’m back, but no smut this time. Sorry guys, haven’t the time, and I’m writing at least three different fics at once whilst trying to stay sane. Hopefully my muse will return full-force after Thanksgiving. In the meantime, here’s a sappy, vaguely-depressing drabble:
