The only sad thing about dance class starting up again is that it means I have to tape
House when it's on at 8:00 instead of 9:00, and by the time my little response goes up everyone's probably said everything already.
Therefore, a couple of quick recs to supplement:
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"Nutritional Values" by kementari. Worried that House is subsisting on little more than Cheez Whiz, beer, and everyone else's lunches, Wilson bribes his friend into a trip to the supermarket. This had me snorting with laughter in my seat at work so badly I had to stop and come back to it on my legitimate break.
He did buy food. Of a sort. Maybe some of his selections didn't exactly fit the traditionally accepted definition of 'food', but people were far too closed-minded these days. Peanut butter and Cheez-Whiz, for instance, covered at least three of the four major food groups: Possibly Dairy, Mainly Protein, and Mostly Sugar. Okay, so maybe that last one was a bit of a stretch, but after all, the body burns glucose for fuel. By consuming it in its raw form, he was simply helping it along a bit. He was a doctor. He knew these things. The fact that one of the two aforementioned sandwich spreads was only one molecule away from being an industrial plastic meant absolutely nothing. After all: a molecule is still a molecule on a molecular basis.
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"Deconstructing the Text" by
sockitup. After an evening that doesn't turn out as planned, House figures out something about Wilson, and they have a big fight. This fic has decimated the likelihood of my ever attempting a "House and Wilson work out their feelings for each other" conversation because it is so damn perfect and in line with how I see it happening. It's solidly written, funny and painfully raw by turns, unbelievably insightful, and the easiest-to-read 13,200-word fic about a single evening you may ever encounter.
Also, there's a really hot kiss. Seriously, people, WHERE IS THE LOVE THIS FIC DESERVES?
"Could we not... could we not talk about this?" There was a catch to Wilson's voice, something House thought might even be desperation.
"There's something to talk about?" House countered.
"There's always something to talk about." Wilson's smile was brief and pained. "There's always been something to talk about. Somethings. We just don't. And now, in a car, in the rain, just a few blocks from your place, is really not the time to do it."
And now,
( five (but really nine) things about this episode. )5d. Has anyone ever written a fic in which Wilson persuades Cuddy to persuade Stacy to do the surgery on House while he's in his post-infarction coma? I've read maybe one or two in which Wilson convinces Stacy that it's a good idea, but what about this? I wouldn't be at all surprised if this turns out to be the backstory, and residual guilt over the fallout of his decision (which he let Stacy take the fall for) would help explain why Wilson has spent so much time around House and taken so much sh*t from him over the last six-ish years.
Annnd 6. They've got a cunning plan!
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ETA: Commentaries -
renoir-girl,
ew.com,
blogcritics.org,
usomitai,
firestorm717,
thewlisian_afer,
elynross (middle of large post),
rubberbutton,
catalase,
blackcat333_99.
Post-ep fic -
"Icarus" by daasgrrl,
"Experimental" by mad_with_july,
"Odi et Amo" by rubberbutton.