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So, evidently every hospital in the world has the same structure. Foreman becomes House, with his very own Cameron, Chase, and doppelganger but hoshit! His Cuddy actually has a spine! No wai!

Lucky Thirteen. Didn't someone get fired for negligence once? No? And no one ever got hired for being hot either, right? Yeah, okay, just checking.

Chase is actually capable of growing a backbone! *cue Jesse Spenser's bit of the opening credits* However, that gay little huff he gave when Pixie was trying to curry favor totally made me giggle.

And Cameron! Girl is too adorable. Way to lay it down to the Pixie. I wonder if she's still banging Chase and if that's going to become a big, stupid plot point again. I like them better when we don't have to watch them making out everywhere.

Anyone remember when Cuddy used to have some kind of clout? Instead of literally being reduced to wrist-slapping? Just double-checking on that, too.

But House and Wilson both blatantly staring after her was full of lulz. Not like I wouldn't. Good to see two successful gentlemen secure in their bisexuality, no?

Seriously. PotW and his faithful Lassie Laddie actually held my interest. I don't remember when a PotW last did that. Goodness gracious me.

And now, the fangirly coup de grace: that was seventeen shades of adorable. Yes, I'm right there with you. Wilson's "just looking at you hurts" hit me harder than the "I love you," to be honest. I do think House was sincere--it's obvious the boys love each other, but I don't think any of us actually expected that to be acknowledged out loud. Remember the pilot episode, where one of the first things we found out is that House cares about Wilson? This completely makes me believe that again, in spite of the train wreck that was season three. Also, I'm intrigued by the almost offhand way House doled out the L word--maybe this is wishful thinking, but maybe Wilson's been on the receiving end of it before. When he says it to Stacy in Three Stories, the woman practically sobs, so I doubt it's a regular occurrence, but still...bring on the fic, bitches.

However. Ahem. I do think the knife-in-the-socket plot, in spite of the spectacular payoff, was a little...haphazard. House decides on a whim to initiate an NDE (which I was under the impression he'd had during the infarction, but apparently not). And what the hell? Wilson ends up having to take over the herd of minions-to-be immediately after his best friend nearly dies? No wonder he was up there stuttering "Um...it's not cancer." Are there no other doctors in this teaching hospital who can play substitute teacher? I'm all for Wilson in jeans, Wilson emoting, and Wilson being emotionally vulnerable, but damn, that's tacky.

And now, the improvisational jazz of fangirls:

recrudescence: I wonder if House saw Wilson during his near-death experience....hence the remark.
nakeno: Judging by his last remark, he didn't see anything.
recrudescence: That he wants to talk about.
nakeno: XD
nakeno: "Whaddya see?" "You. Naked." "...No, seriously, whaddya see?" "You. Naked." "... >=|"
nakeno: God turned out the light, just to fuck with Greg.
nakeno: God: Shh-shh! Stop singing; he's coming! Quick, kill the light!
recrudescence: *laughs*
recrudescence: I haven't actually liked a PotW in ages, either...dude.
nakeno: House: I didn't see jack shit when I was dead. >=|
God: Lololol, loser.
recrudescence: Bwa!
recrudescence: That little bedside scene was like a fic.
nakeno: Wilson: ...Do you hear someone laughing? O_o
recrudescence: Now if TPTB could just stop asking us to believe Jimmy is still in a damn hotel room...
nakeno: XD
recrudescence: Still, that green shirt...mmm.
recrudescence: Definitely his color. Makes him look manly and rugged instead of fussy. =)
recrudescence: For RSL, anyway.
nakeno: House: Wanna get some dinner?
Wilson: No. You tried to kick-off. >=|
House: ...Fine. ...Fucker.
recrudescence: How much you wanna bet this little incident never gets touched on again?
nakeno: $20.
recrudescence: "Hey, remember when you stuck a knife in the wall?"
recrudescence: "...no."
nakeno: "Um... nah, man."
recrudescence: I mean, I liked the result, but the whole incident seemed so...thrown together. "O hai, I can has better-than-drugs 97 seconds plz?"
nakeno: *snorfle*
recrudescence: "...you love drugs more than you love me? Even in my fetching, forearm-baring forest green shirt?!?"
nakeno: Greg; always on the look-out for the better high.
nakeno: "Yes..? No. I meant no."
recrudescence: "God, you're gay."
recrudescence: "You're the once who just confessed his LOOOOVE."
nakeno: "I love everyone who hooks me up. =)"
recrudescence: "I'll get you high, honey..." *ravishes*
recrudescence: "Not like Cuddy's gonna do anything..."
nakeno: "MY FUCKING HAAAAND"
recrudescence: "Should've thought twice before that one, hm?"
nakeno: "My beautiful fucking... hand... ;_;"
recrudescence: "Not like you use that one for your cane, anyway."
nakeno: "Not my cane, no, but..."
recrudescence: "...want me to kiss it and make it better, in addition to giving you more meds?"
recrudescence: "You're right-handed, by the way."
nakeno: "More meds, then we'll talk kissing."
nakeno: "I need both... >=|"
recrudescence: "Did I mention you're an idiot?"
nakeno: "One pulls; the other fondles. It's a joint effort."
recrudescence: "Like I said, should've thought about that sooner. Unless you're looking to enlist some aid."
nakeno: "Hey, hey... Wilson?"
recrudescence: "Yeeeah?"
nakeno: "When I finally do die... please put 'Been here, done this' on my stone, yeah?"
recrudescence: *sighs* "If hanging around you doesn't kill me first, sure."
nakeno: "You're a pal. =)"
recrudescence: "You're still an idiot."