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Something had happened up there in Canada -- that much Ray knew. Something big, something serious, something that was still aching and raw. He had no idea how Kowalski had managed to stay alive in undercover gigs for so long; the son of a bitch wore his pain like a hairshirt, like a new tattoo so fresh it was still oozing blood. [Kowalski/Vecchio, 19,500 words, explicit]
Ray hadn't just moved on. He'd moved out, moved along, moved cross-country and, apparently, internationally. He'd moved on with a vengeance. [Fraser/Kowalski, 5400 words]
Ubiquitous crossdressing/undercover in a gay bar fic. A little cliché goes a long way. A lot of cliché goes farther. [Fraser/Kowalski, 5400 words, rated R]
In the dark, in the flashes of red and blue from the police cars parked around them, it was difficult to tell which of the dark places on Ray's face were bruises, which were ash and soot, and which were simply the shadows of exhaustion. [Fraser/Kowalski, 1950 words]
Ray wondered why he'd ever thought it would be a good idea to have sex with Canadians. The politeness alone was going to kill him. [Kowalski/Turnbull, 1900 words, explicit]
Francesca Vecchio learns to want, learns that she can’t have what she wants, and finally learns that she can. [Frannie/various females, 3400 words, explicit]
A variation on "Call of the Wild," following the canon to a certain point in the episode(s) and then deviating wildly toward the end. Warnings for angst. [F/K, 6400 words, explicit]
Billy was under the shower spray for approximately twenty seconds before Joe came barreling in after him, tripping over the curtain, still wearing his fucking jeans, mouth bloody from where Billy had punched him not one minute earlier. [Joe/Billy, 1000 words, explicit]
"You kill patients all the time," House said. "You never stay at work until--" He peered at the clock. "--Four in the morning to make sure they're really dead." [House/Wilson, 1900 words, R]
Chase thinks this might just be the best idea he's ever had. [Chase/Foreman, 6600 words, explicit]
A podfic version, read by dodificus and audiobooked (m4b format) by cybel, is now available. You can download it here (please right-click and save: 45:52, 21 MB), and leave feedback for dodificus here and for cybel here. (Thanks to Jinjur for hosting this audiobook at her archive!)
Throughout an infinite number of possible universes, futures unseen and histories yet unwritten, some things remain essentially the same. [no pairing, 1700 words]
For Foreman Fest prompt #111: "Chase gets beat up and Foreman decides to teach him how to fight in a kind of cute, grudging, older-brother way." [Chase/Foreman pre-slash, 1450 words]
For the first ever Foreman Fest, prompt 107 -- "after a break and enter gone wrong, Foreman and Chase are both sentenced to 300 hours of community service, which it looks like they're gonna spend picking up trash on the side of the road." [Chase/Foreman, 2500 words, rated R]
Tritter's case against House still depends on subpoenaed testimony from Wilson. To save House from losing everything, the doctors of PPTH decide on an unusual solution, which in turn leads to unexpected consequences. This is a story about the sacrifices we make that turn out not to be such great sacrifices after all. [House/Wilson, 56,000 words, explicit]
A podfic (audio) version, read by wihluta and audiobooked by Nos4a2no9, is now available. You can download it here (please right-click and save: 5:54:20, 85 MB), and leave feedback for Wih here and for Nos here. (Thanks to Jinjur for hosting this audiobook at her archive!)
A Modest Proposal has been translated into Russian by Fly. You can read the Russian translation here!
Brynnamorgan rendered a wonderful piece of accompanying fanart, titled "Burning Eggs," which you can see here at her journal.
Wilby Wonderful, Duck/Dan, 1274 words. They've come a long way from the hospital, late summer, the ache in his throat that was as much rope as grief, the shame and despair.
