I know you guys haven't seen me.  I'm currently offline (posting from someone else's computer) anyway I've been typing fic in from handwritten stuff and sometime in the next couple weeks I'll be doing updates on What Really Counts and Seperated by House, as well as a couple bits of things I haven't posted yet.  Keep an eye here and at TtH

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Earlier this year a friend of mine and I started a website called Plot Bunny Farm http://plotbunnyfarm.com/ as a multi-fandom challenge site.  Well its the first of the year, and one of *my* resolutions is to post more fic this year.  So I've committed to answering one challenge a month that's posted there.   Come on over and give me your plot bunnies. . .

Backstory, history of the formation of the Wizarding World for Separated by House.   Written in the form of a children's story.

Snippet somewhere in my Seperated by House universe.  No idea what I'm going to do with it, but just wanted you all to know I hadn't forgotten the story.  They're still not mine though, more's the pity.

*************"He's back."
"He can't be back.  you killed him years ago."
"And everyone though he was dead for the most of the first sixteen years of my life- or twelve depnding on who you ask.  I should have died."
"From everything you've ever said, you did die."
"I should have stayed dead then."
"Then who would have fought the Malfoys"
"You, Ron, Hermione, even maybe, I don't know, the adults?"
"Greg, once they brought you into it. . . I'm not sure we could have done as much as we accomplished with you."
"What did I accomplish?  Earning a shiny medal?  Another title?  I saved the world, only to see it destroyed.  Everything we had fought for, everything they DIED for.  My parents.  Cedic.  Sirius.  Colin.  Fred.  Remus.  Tonks.  The Finnegans.  The Creevys.  Countless muggles who never even knew about our world.  Ted Tonks.  Hell Professor Quirell and poor fucked up Tommy Riddle.  Lockhart is still in St. Mungos, and its been what, twenty five years? Penelope. . . "
"Stop it, Greg."
"Madame Sprout, Professor Trelawny, two centaurs I've *YET* to learn the names of.   Severus never even got a life trying to save mine.  Albus.  Mad-Eye.  Dobby and Hedwig for Merlin's sake.  Garbey Bes-"
"Harry.  Stop.  Please."
"You never call me that anymore."
"You told me not to."
"I killed them, Neville"

Chase sat down casually.  "You have me at a disadvantage, Dr. Wilson.  You have my wand, and we're behind closed doors in your office."

"Yes, well, you also threw off my immobilization charm without one.  Besides, we're in a hospital.  Polite society would never duel in a place of healing."  Wilson sat in his chair and leaned back, wands sitting on his lap.

Dr. Wilson sat beside the bed in the emergency room, holding the hand of his unconscious friend in both of his.  "How many times have we sat like this?  Either you or I in a hospital bed, the other sitting and watching.  How many times have we wondered how long it would take to regain conciousness- and how long until we would be let back out. "  The door open, and a nurse stepped in.  She looked at him oddly. "I didn't think he'd want to wake up alone."

She smiled, "thats so nice of you Dr. Wilson." and quickly checked House over, made a few notes and left the room.  Not much later the ER doctor entered after a brief knock.  "Dr. Wilson, you know the policy, no visitors in emergency for longer than fifteen minutes."

Alright, I've been playing with this one for a few weeks now, and I guess its time to start considering posting it. It actually has a storyline, unlike my usual drabbles, and is an answer to my own challenge #2471 on Twisting the Hellmouth. I don't own anyone, not even my cats :) All the NCIS people belong to CBS etc and BtVS belongs to the grr argh people.

Gibbs was injured in the '83 barracks bombing in Beirut rather than the Gulf War, and he lost his wife and daughter at that time. No other changes to canon prior to the start of this story, for either series (except of course my own mess ups :) ) not beta'd

Notes in part 0


"Dr. House, I was wondering why. . . House, wake up" Dr. Allison Cameron sounded exasperated, walking around the desk to wake her supervisor, Dr. Greg House.  He wouldn't wake.  She checked, there was a pulse, and he was breathing.  "Chase, Foreman, get in here!" she yelled as she pulled a penlight out of her pocket.  She opened House's eyes, shining the bright light into them.  "House is unconcious, get a gurney."

Alright people, the closest I got to being a doctor is some time as an Army medic, and as I neither expect battlefield injuries nor dog tags in this story, I may get some of the medical stuff wrong.  Subtract twenty some odd years from the Harry Potter universe (as I recall, there's no real reference to what year it happens anyway) I don't own anyone, much less a hot doctor with a cane.

******THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS!! ****************
That's right, this story is DH compliant.  Everyone who died is still dead, I've even made a list in my personal notes of who was there and which of them died that weren't mentioned as having died (there was a mention of a total number of dead good guys)  There are only two changes to canon.  First, subtract about fifteen some-odd years from all of Harry Potter canon.  As I recall, there really isn't much mention of dates, but I want everyone to be aware that Harry Potter was born in July of 1968, went to Hogwarts in 1979 as a first year, and that Deathly Hallows took place in 1985-86.  Actually this bit doesn't matter all that much, unless I happen to mention dates, which I don't know whether I will or not.  Secondly, as far as I am concerned, there was no epilogue in Deathly Hallows.

Alright, so I've suddenly remembered I have an LJ, where I haven't posted in, well awhile.  Anyway, I'm going to post some of my fic from elsewhere here.  As a warning.  I do not know any of the LJ formatting stuff yet.  If anyone can send me an idiot-proof link, feel free.

I'm currently working on four major fics; "Dreams of Death", a response to a challenge on TtH where Xander remembers Methos' life and works to get Methos and Angel back together.  an unnamed BtVS/Merry Gentry crossover,   "What Really Counts" a BtVS/NCIS crossover, and "Seperated by House" a House, MD/Harry Potter crossover that is DH compliant (except my copy doesn't have an epilogue, does yours? :) ) I will title any fic entries as Fic: Title and any ramblings about fic/fandom as Rambling: Title

I don't own 'em Marcy belongs to the CIA umm, I mean Joss. Darian Fawkes, Bobby Hobbs, and the Quicksilver gland belongs to oh I don't know, but its not me.

I think I'm in love. I've been sent after a guy in Fish and Wildlife, seems he's been giving some of the higher ups trouble. Nothing new there. But I was seen! Well, not seen, sensed maybe. Called me "Darien" and told me to show myself before I lost my mind again. I whispered that I wasn't Darien, and kissed him. Knocked him over, and was trying to get a bit more than than kiss when I realized the fall had knocked him out. At least I've been kissed. He sensed me, maybe he'll remember? No fun in killing the unconsious. I'll come back once he's awake.

I'm joining the military before college. It's the right thing to do, serve my country and defend freedom. I assured my Dad that we had learned, that Vietnam and the mistakes we'd made there wouldn't happen again. Besdies, I told him, it would pay for college and let me see parts of the world I had never seen. I don't know why he's worried, there's no power which can stand long against us, and few that would be foolish enough to try.

I just know I have to give something back. our country wouldn't be what it is today without the men who went to war for us and for the world and spent their blood and their lives, their bodies and sometimes their souls to keep me free. How could I not do the same? How could I honor them, at my parents' farm here in Huxley?

It felt right in some way I cannot describe when I took the oath of enlistment, to wswear to defend my country against all of her enemies, to uphold the Constitution.

I leave for basic training in the morning.

Again, journal entries, out of chronological order.

001. Beginning	002. Middle	003. End	004. Invite	005. Whip
006. Blood	007. Desire	008. Vanilla	009. Ice Cream	010. Factory
011. Rack	012. Gag	013. Flash	014. Magazine	015. Picture
016. Oil	017. Paint	018. Silver	019. Gold	020. Black
021. White	022. Hex	023. Glue	024. Cream	025. Flower
026. Haunted	027. New	028. Old	029. Letter	030. Touch
031. Sight	032. Smell	033. Hear	034. Taste	035. Wicked
036. Chains	037. Streak	038. Alcohol	039. Potion	040. Teeth
041. Lips	042. Tongue	043. Hands	044. Feet	045. Legs
046. Head	047. Slick	048. Rubber	049. Satin	050. Restrain
051. Pool	052. Fountain	053. Shower	054. Idol	055. Jungle
056. Altar	057. Mist	058. Tight	059. Cube	060. Temple
061. Palace	062. Bordello	063. Fast Food	064. Stage	065. Prank
066. Treat	067. Journal	068. Memory	069. Choices	070. Late
071. Sweat	072. Breath	073. Candle	074. Oath	075. Symbol
076. Religion	077. Diety	078. Prayer	079. Hospital	080. Flat
081. Swing	082. Beauty	083. Scar	084. Thunder	085. Goodbye
086. Murder	087. Bribe	088. Ray	089. Yesterday	090. Today
091. Tomorrow	092. Festival	093. Fair	094. Greed	095. Pride
096. Sloth	097. Gluttony	098. Wrath	099. Lust	100. Envy

In cartoons and bad movies, Death wears a hooded cloak, with a skul like face peeking out from time to time. The Grim Reaper. I know better. Death is not a grim spectre, easily recgnizable, Death is forgettable, invisble. Maybe that's why people fear Death, they fear what they cannot see. Me? How can I fear Death when I am Death to so many, faceless, nameless, forgettable. . . You know, even my teachers, well our teachers, gave up on our names eventually. They tried, I'll admit that, but how do you tell one invisble, forgetable person from another? Its alright, If I were memorable I wouldn't be here. . . how my life would be different! I can deal Death as easily as I can a pack of cards. . . of course I can, I'm as forgettable as he is. . .

Its when its dark, I start to feel real. There are only so many times you can look down at yourself and see nothing, pass a mirror with no movement before you begin to doubt that you are anything more than a figment of your own imagination. Was there really a time when I could be seen, could be heard? Did I only become real once I was noticed by those I tried to kill in high school? I'm beter now- no one ever lives to be a witness. Denied even the horror when my touch is realized, do the people I've killed exist any more than I do? Would it be suicide if they couldn't see a body? I see the moon but the moon doesn't see me. Nobody has, and nobody will. . .

I'm writing as a series of journal entries, but they are *not* in chronological order.

01: Moon	002. Death	003. Love	004. Prophecy	005. Pets
006. Blood	007. School	008. Illness	009. Writing	010. Dreams
011. Night	012. Sunlight	013. Winter	014. Earth	015. Fire
016. Water	017. Air	018. Soul	019. Pain	020. Weddings
021. Traitor	022. Space	023. Pride	024. Anger	025. Jealousy
026. Money	027. Fear	028. Curse	029. Heartache	030. Costumes
031. Friends	032. Snow	033. Pumpkin	034. Luck	035. Turkeys
036. Past	037. Birthday	038. Legends	039. Funeral	040. Birth
041. Doctor	042. Time Travel	043. Castle	044. Clouds	045. Dimensions
046. Universe	047. Fantasies	048. Hate	049. First Times	050. Devil
051. Sin	052. Evil	053. Good	054. God/dess	055. Heaven
056. Drinking	057. Star	058. Villain	059. Fight	060. Lake
061. Planet	062. Game	063. Computer	064. Diary	065. Vampire
066. Were-animal	067. Immortal	068. Hero	069. Spell	070. Destruction
071. River	072. Fresh	073. Worship	074. Faith	075. Ink
076. Deceit	077. Annoy	078. Travel	079. Stumble	080. Party
081. Wet	082. Gloves	083. Picture	084. Wish	085. Watcher
086. Forest	087. Hot	088. Ring	089. Exclamation	090. Angst
091. Examine	092. Green	093. Future	094. Portal	095. Cold
096. UST	097. Bonds	098. Club	099. Torture	100. Dry

Just created this, mostly so I can participate in the TtH100 thing. I'm currently spending alot of time out of town, doing hurricane relief work, so I'll be in and out