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posted by housefrk
This is a follow-up on one of my precedente theories: Thirteen is secretly rich. I still believe this, and even though her house wasn’t a mansion like I was hoping it would be (though I sort of knew in the back of my mind that if it was a mansion they wouldn’t let us see it so soon), the possibility is still there.
    
Thirteen is younger than twenty-eight, most likely twenty-seven. This means that she was fresh out of medical school only a anno fa and she should still have an extensive amount of dept. There are several options, and all three, because of the size of her...
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posted by housefrk
There’s been a lot of discrepancy regarding Thirteen’s age. In actuality, we have enough information to figure out how old she is. Based off the information we have though, there’s really only one age Thirteen can actually be.
    
We know from House’s Head that Thirteen was not born twenty-eight years ago. Therefore, she is definitely younger than twenty-eight. Younger than twenty-eight is a big catergory that gets a lot smaller when te consider that Thirteen finished medical school. Assuming she didn’t skip any grades in school, which is possible, and didn’t graduate early, also possible, she has to be twenty-six to have graduated from medical school. That means that she has to be at least twenty-seven now, because if she was twenty-six, she would have been twenty-five and still in medical school during the fourth season.
    
When te think about things that way, she has to be older than twenty-six and younger than twenty-eight, which means Thirteen has to be twenty-seven.
posted by housefrk
Good Riddance

It was late when Thirteen entered House’s office. The rest of the team had gone home. She approached House’s scrivania, reception nervously, più nervously than she would have had House been sitting there. She laid an envelope on superiore, in alto of his keyboard, where he’d be sure to find it.
    
This had been no easy decision, but it was something she had to do. Her hands were already beginning to shake. To continue practicing would be irresponsible. She wouldn’t risk killing someone so she could pretend she was imagining things. For too long she’d been dealing with this da not...
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posted by housefrk
It's about Thirteen, told from Kutner's point of view. I didn't have time to proof read it. I hope there's not too many errors (fat chance).


Once Upon a Time, The End

How odd is it that you’re born in a hospital, te leave the hospital, grow up, have a family, achieve your goals, whatever, and then, once you’re old, te come back to a hospital to die. It’s like, te think you’re doing really well, and then, at the very end, te realize te really haven’t gotten anywhere. You’re right where te were when te were born.
    
The patient was Erica Marshall, eight years...
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posted by housefrk
Okay, so I have this theory, and I'm sure it's completely wrong, because it's based on absolutely no evidence, but that's how a lot of decisions are made on House, so I'm going with it.

I think Thirteen is secretely rich.

My first point of thought is her name. Assuming it's Remy (no commento on the other potential names), I think that's a pretty stereotypically rich-preson name.

My secondo point of thought is the fact that she's the only person on the mostra whose house we haven't seen. It's an anomaly ("Doctors Amore anomalies"). I think there is a reason for that.

My third point of thought is that...
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posted by housefrk
I wrote this in response to my preferito line from Dying Changes Everything (that means there is a mild spoiler, people).

There's some mild Thurtner that's really not essential to the plot. I just put it in there because I Amore those two.

So please read and let me know what te think.


She slid the glass door closed and glanced back one last time.
    
She’d been told she was different. She’d been told she had wings. She’d been told she could fly.
    
She was no different. Maybe she’d had wings once, but they were long gone. They’d shriveled up and...
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posted by Immunity
te can keep throwing stones at the rose,
she will not be destroyed.
Her beauty is glowing,
te can Amore her, te can hate her,
she won't care.

She may shiver a little when the storm tries to hurt her,
but she will never mostra weakness for she is the rose and nothing can break through the shield she has built around her.

If te could only see beyond that shield,
your eyes would discover that the only thing that is killing her comes from inside.
If te only took a closer look, te would see that she has Lost her blooms long ago.

If te could see beyond that shield te would soon understand that it is protecting something that is already lost...
posted by housefrk
Sorry, not Thutner. I tried to work him in somehow, but it didn't quite work out


The List

Some people keep lists of everything they want to do before they die. Those lists usually include things like “go to Paris” o “buy a sailboat.”
    
Often people keep their lists in a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza place, often not even telling relatives and closest Friends the things that were on it.
    
Often these lists were often started when their creator was a child o a teenager. Often it’s even the original piece of paper, so some of the first items on the lista were “buy...
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posted by housefrk
Okay, honestly, I like this fic better than Alone, but I've been told it's not nearly as powerful, so hopefully this isn't too much of a let-down.


She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She stood, her arms hanging limply at her sides, her face to the sky.

She was soaked da now, and she was sure House was looking for her, but she didn’t care.

To be outside in the rain had always seemed peaceful to her, serene, and the harder it was raining, the better. That’s why today, when the rain was coming down in sheets, after she’d just heard, o rather read, the worst news in the world, she couldn’t...
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posted by housefrk
It would have been the same either way. That was what she had tried to tell herself. If it came back negative, no harm, no foul. If it came back positive she was always going to die either way. The only difference was now she would know.
    
She’d pictured this moment dozens of times in her head. She’d thought she’d been adequately prepared for it. She was wrong. She realized now she never could have prepared herself for anything like this.
    
It was suffocating, the disappointment she felt. She’d always known her chances weren’t good, but...
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