It's Monday again. I swear I thought today's still Sunday. Thankfully I made it to the office with time to spare. Ah, the joys of Monday. Not.

Anyway, Happy Monday!

( part two of that get backers fic )

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So, how long has it been since I last pester Nick and Greg to do unthinkable things to each other? Therefore, I wrote a quickie. On the way home from work.

Title: Elementary Chemistry - Invisible
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Rating: PG
Summary: Foreplay to the tune of Lab Rat.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be.

Notes/Warning: Crack!Fic, meaning you need to be high/inebriated/drunk/far-from-sober to be able to survive this. Crossposted like mad to nickngreg and csi_slash, because I'm slightly unbalanced.


( it's back to basics )

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So, they made me read thirty-odd something volumes of the manga and promised to bring the anime to my doorstep. They made me feel inadequate in term of anime/manga-knowledge. So, I spent my free time, in between a lot of things -- jobthings, lifethings, and otherthings -- reading manga. There are so many of them. Romance, historical, oh... I'm backwater when it comes to manga-culture, I know. *hangs head in shame* If only I can get them hooked on Poe the same way they got me hooked on Akabane. (eh... different allusion, but anyway...)

A Get Backers maiden-posting-of-a-fic for 30_kisses challenge. My first GB-fic! Hooray!



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Odd. It has been a long while since.... oh...
It's been forever. It's almost a year since my last post... It was a small wonder that I still remembered the account name and password to my journal. Odd, odd, odd.
But it was an odd year. A year that went by like a whirlwind, my personal catastrophe.
But I get to meet cousins that I've never met, young people with boundless energy and a "never-say-die" attitude. Oh, and their fandoms...

Livejournal's changed a lot too! I'm relearning it's ropes now. Weird.
How are you all, my friends. It will be a trek around the journals I have abandoned, but I'm sure it will be a wonderful journey.

I missed y'all. *grins*

A bit too late, I know. But it's still January.

I will not skip PT; I will not skip lunch (however sleepy); I will not skip "Jewel in the Palace" drama (or whatever its name is these days); I will make it to a showing of "Geisha" even though I'll scare half the people in the cinema (more power to me); I will treat my family better and I will treat my friend better too (they certainly deserve more).

I will try and start that discarded NaNoStory (laughs).

I don't know whether I'd live it down. It's got a prologue, and a title! It's provisionally called "Prince Regent's Plains" (anybody spot the similarity?). An AU "House" set in a fantasy land of wizards, ghouls, and alchemists. It'll be crazy. Renee was trying to save herself before I get her to transcribe (but she can't really, because she's nice that way....)

Ah... monsoon season at last. Rain for the past few days and my house is a big wet bathroom. (Not a whirlpool or a swimming pool, yet, but I guess... soon, my precious... soon!)

Take care y'all and have a great year!

Happy new year to one and all! I hope the new year will bring much joy, much blessings, much everything of everything that will see you through another year!

bryons_brain, how is your trip? I hope you're doing well!
kimmychu, I'll get round to watching those nimations! I swear! :)

Anyways...

New year resolutions from our favourite fandoms:

Cuddy: Listen, you guys... This year, we're going to go all-generic in this hospital. No expensive brands for us, at least for the forseeable future. If you want to blame anybody, blame House. His lawyer bills tripled last year alone. At this rate, we might even be looking at getting aid from the WHO.
House: Generic isn't all that bad, you guys.

(hides)

Season's greetings, everybody. Well, it's rainy season over here, so... a very warm, sticky, monsoon greetings for you all. I wish I was back in London, so I can travel up to Edinburgh to see Liv, and build snowpeople and snow-villages. But, rain is fun too. Sometimes.

It's a day late, but I hope somewhere in the world it's still christmas.

Anyway... I hope you had a merry christmas, for all of you who celebrate it. And that christmas cheer, love, and warmth (and weird eggnogs, and getting drunk on mulled wine... eh?) will always follow you into the next year.

Oh, and Hanukkah greetings too... Light the Menorah, and hope that your days will be light and bright.

Take care all of you, and I miss you all!

Renee is a freelance costume designer. She works for all those production houses and design beautiful clothes for stages and stuff. She used to work for some high-flying designer once -- not the calibre of D&G or anything, but respected enough.

We were waiting for my therapist when she said something about House/Wilson AU. "Can you imagine what it'd be like for House and Wilson, if they were designers instead of doctors?"

Or, she asked again, what if Greg was a designer and Nick played the uptight, bland accountant of his.

Much craziness, I suppose. Bad!fic insanity, that's for sure.



( Suit by Gregory House, ties by James Wilson. Sax Fifth Avenue. )

( You need to ditch that funeral suit, Mr Stokes. )

Sometimes there are things and events you watch on television that you think would never happen to you, or people you know. Too horrific to imagine, too remote and distant: pictures on television, lives of people alien to you.

But the doctors said I'm developing an illness that could go either way, either it goes, or it stays and continues. And I hope it would be better soon. I think. I wallow in self-pity, I guess. Even when I've been reminded again and again that I've been lucky enough to survive my first twenty odd years relatively illness free. And there is an outside chance that I might recover.

Under the sun, I always feel lethargic. At night, the tics came. Doctors told me that I shouldn't worry about tics, they are "extremely common", they said. It's the body's way of making sure that it's not dying. But there's always the "why now" question. There must be something wrong for it to ask such questions. And the tics became worse, ending in cramps not unlike the ones you get whilst swimming or doing some early morning stretching in bed.

And now, it can't stop contracting. The doctors said that I'm gradually developing something called dystonia. I spent my time scourging the Net and the libraries, and it steadily got worse. And I don't know what to do. But life continues, I guess, and I find myself enjoying life more, despite the constant twitch and cramp. It's weird how it took things that are basically unwanted for us to appreciate what we had before.

Anyway. Indulge me...

I've gotten tired of asking the "why me" questions, "why this" or "why that or the other", and finally took heed of my mother's wise words. And mothers are always very, very wise. I began to ask less and enjoy what was and is and what promises of the future told. My mother told me about the doctors and their brilliant mind, about the young professors not lacking in idealism and vigour, about life, love, and family. And indeed, the whole family (even those distant aunts that I seldom see) came together, and somehow found a reason to sit around the dinner table more. From the dawning of a new day to another cycle of the moon. It was wonderful. And somehow...

Not only that, I also found out that Renee is a fanfic nut! Yay! Hoorah! It's wonderful, because she very graciously offered to transcribe the tapes! Hoorah! Who'd thunk it, eh? Renee!

I haven't walked outside the front door of my house for two months now. At least, not for anything other than a visit to the doctors. It's weird this way, but even then, there's so much things to do. I have my own patch in the garden where I tend the tomatoes and stuff like that. It's rainy season here, but it's warm enough as it is. And being close to my parents helped, and the sun is wonderful most of the times. I heard London is very cold these days, and well... I'm glad that I'm nowhere near there at the moment.

How are you all, by the way?

Has it been more than a month since I have written in this journal?

And for all of you who are still reading this journal: how are you? I hope all of you are well! Yesterday we celebrated Diwali, Tomorrow is Eid! Happy New Year to all of you who celebrated them! I hope the new year brings joy and happiness and much luck.

I missed you all, and it is quite sad that I have not been around to ask after your health, or what is happening in your lives and share in a lot of things.

Well. A lot of things happened in the past month. My health has taken a what I think is a wrong turn and I am no longer in London, but a few thousand miles away, living with my parents, so they can look after me. I find doing things quite taxing nowadays, even typing or speaking, or walking and the doctors are not very helpful. But I spent the flight over (all sixteen hours of them!) training the voice recognition software that my colleagues from work installed on my computer prior to my departure. Now I can write (or talk) into my journals again, although the software has yet to learn how to recognise slang or perform contractions where appropriate.

And I have tapes upon tapes of stories. Of Nick and Greg. Of House and Wilson. Of all the wonderful characters. And I am now sick of listening to my voice as well.

I will be updating more, I hope. I am behind in my correspondences, and I have been a very bad friend. But first I need to find a way to teach this software how to contract words and recognise slang, so I do not come across as a stuck up bitch.

So apologies all round again for being such a bad friend. I hope this would not be a feature for too long a time.

PS: Would you believe it?! It takes half an hour just to write this entry?

Title: Whatever Happened to the Storks that Fly at Midnight? (2a/2)
Pairing: Julie/Wilson; House/Wilson implied
Rating: PG-13/R?
Summary: Julie goes out in search of the cure for boredom, Wilson finds out that Julie has been keeping a secret, and House lost a bet.
Warnings/Dislaimers/Spoilers: It's a Semi-AU, with the second season and all.

( The calm before the storm )



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It's Saturday. Well, it's Sunday now. I tried to start typing a few hours ago, when it was clearly Saturday, but to no avail.

Paul was on the phone for bloody ages. He's a tennis fan, inconsolable after Team GB lost their Davis Cup tie against Switzerland. I love speakerphones, I'm beginning to appreaciate its virtue now. He talked and talked and talked. The cows came home, had kids, went away, and died, and still he talked. Technology came to the rescue, in the shape of that godawful 'low battery' bleeping.

Anyway. Pilfered this off byrons_brain: ( a duck?! )

And in a fit of boredom, I can't even get PfaH off the ground. I'm stuck with a writer's block. ( 'Pray for a Harbor' snippet, or: House recovers nicely and thinks of conspiracy theories. No thanks to Wilson, either )


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Title: The Wiser Policy (prologue/3)
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Rating: R.
Summary: An alternate history. Greg doesn't really want to go to Vegas. But going to Vegas will be the start of something quite beautiful. Kinda sorta.

( off to see the wizard... again. )



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Work is work is work is work. And we are workhorses. ( rant numero uno )
Robert Sean Leonard on BBC2. ( second rant: 'Tape' )


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Title: As it Became Dusk (Prologue/?)
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Rating: R/NC-17? (for disturbing themes)
Summary: There are two of them on this journey. It might be easier if they're actually living in the same State.
Warnings/Dislaimers/Spoilers: Futurefic. Warning for themes of disability, accidents, and violence.

( Greg stalks around the crimescene. Not that he wants to )



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Title: Of Nuptials
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His first marriage is a failure. His second isn't any better.
Warnings/Dislaimers/Spoilers: Weird!fic, spurred by too much alcohol. (Semi)-coercive intercourse. An alternate history. This is BJ(BeforeJulie)!Wilson, after his second marriage.

( House is the right shoe. Wilson is the shoe that always gets left behind )



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Title: The Gay Glancing of the Equipage
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Office equipments are not toys. When will they learn? Written for the 'toy' challenge at ngchallenge
Warnings/Dislaimers/Spoilers: Silly!fic.

( Grissom doesn't know about this misuse yet. Hopefully never )



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Title: Whatever Happened to the Storks that Fly at Midnight? (1/2)
Pairing: Julie/Wilson; House/Wilson implied
Rating: PG-13/R?
Summary: Julie plays the nervous card, Wilson goes to a conference, House tries his hand at subtext.
Warnings/Dislaimers/Spoilers: I don't know much about the character 'Julie', and in the light of the second season, I'll stick a semi-AU label on this.

( There's no traffic signs in the sky. Not really. )



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First, let's put this blame squarely on the deserving parties. Namely the plotbunnies (rabid and weird as they all are) and sugar. I mean... can you resist them? Plotbunnies: the doe-eyed, cuddly-furred little hellspawns. And can you really say no to Jenners' fudge? All the way from Edinburgh? I mean... fudge! And Terry's Orange Segments. And Lindt. Lots and lots of Lindt.

( plotbunny rant )

( snippety snip because the plotbunny crapped out, kindasorta )




You know, I wish I can write them having a normal relationship for once. Just the one time, so they don't have to suffer so much.

Title: I Have Ate Grass
Pairing: Nick/Greg (CSI)
Rating: R.
Summary: An alternate history. Between seminars and roadtrips and puking, there's a friendship blossoming. It's cliche time, people.
Notes: For the 'Sick' challenge over at ngchallenge.

( off to see the wizard... )



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