8.6.B. "A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." Anon

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Revealing the location of his spare key had actually been a notion of Riley’s well before the whole needlestick horror blew up in his face. ‘In case I ever get shitfaced again and you have to drag my drunk arse home,’ he’d joked to Lachlan shortly after arriving in Princeton. Lachlan had joked in return, promising not to break in too often to hoe into Riley’s porn stash. Lachlan never really thought he’d ever need to use it.

( But a brief string of text messages with Riley the day before had Lachlan promising to visit that afternoon. He came around three, as promised, though his knocking received no answer. This in itself was odd because Riley had both Tabitha and Beth staying with him. It wasn’t like Riley to forget plans like this, though since the accident Riley was far from himself... )

(Riley Browne [pullmysteth] used with permission. Beth Anderson [phtgrphcscot] and Tabitha Browne [asinthecity] referenced with permission)


Word Count | 1,077

6.A.3. Write about a phone call, email or letter where you got some news that you didn't want to get.

Despite everything he had actually suffered through in the recent months, Lachlan was feeling rather glad he wasn’t a woman right now. Not that he would ever tell his pregnant wife that, but he had absolutely zero interest in knowing what it was like to be pregnant, except from the attentive husband point of view. Besides the fact he was sure he would make a horrible pregnant person, he wasn’t sure he could put up with puking every morning for three months and didn’t think crying over odd things like a loose thread on a skirt or putting the wrong milk in tea would suit him at all.

( Still, he was trying to be as helpful as he could. Unfortunately, that meant that about eighty percent of the time, he wasn’t in the right place at the right time because his mind-reading psychic powers seemed a bit on the rusty side... )

- doctortara used with permission

Muse | Dr Lachlan Campbell
Fandom | House, M.D. (Original Character)
Word Count | 755

I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
And when,
When the night falls on you baby
Your feeling all alone
Walking on your own
- "I'll Stand By You" The Pretenders

I stopped in the foyer of the Skylands Castle and put my hands up to my mouth. “Pat,” I managed to choke out. He was a few steps ahead of me, decked out in his own kilt, though not the full dress kit like my own. Tara had opted for my attendants to be in black vests with blue cravats that matched the bridesmaid dresses, while I seemed to be close to burning up in the full jacket which felt much much more claustrophobic than I ever remember it being. And I even knew what a cravat was now, after originally thinking it was something on the entrée menu.

( Pat turned around and looked at me in question and then his eyebrows shot up... )

- Co-written with sexyinscrubs. doctortara used with permission. Companion piece to THIS.

Muse | Dr Lachlan Campbell
Fandom | House, M.D.
Word Count | 1,395

2.A.1. You open up the paper, and there's a half page ad with your picture, your name, and some writing. What does the ad say? What are you going to do about it?

I swear I just had déjà vu. It was only a few weeks ago this really did happen to me. Though, it was more an obituary than an ad. I guess some could argue it was an ad, in a morbidly fascinating way. Aye, so okay, I did kind of feel half dead when I woke up that morning, I’ll give it that much. But not only that, I apparently died five days prior and my funeral was to be that coming weekend. My first thought was that I better get my kilt dry-cleaned.

It was a bit of a blow considering I was just in the process of getting back on my feet after nearly losing my life back in December. And the photo sucked too. They could’ve picked something nicer rather than the one off my hospital ID that they actually used for the breaking news when I got shot. A “close family friend” apparently came forward with the news of my death, which was supposedly caused by complications from the post-shooting surgery. Well, aye, I’ve had my fair share of complications. Its nay like a bullet in the gut that ended up somewhere near my spine just tickles. And aye, I technically did die at one point but that was four months before the thing in the paper and I managed to escape the whole need for a casket and obituary.

By that point, there wasnae much I could do about it. The hospital publicity officer contacted the paper and demanded they write a retraction and an apology. She even suggested I give an interview to some other source because people were interested in my recuperation. I declined. I’m nay ready to face that yet. Some days, I still feel bad enough that I worry about facing things in general. But on the upside, it was slightly amusing to read your own obituary. It’s nay like people usually get to do that, is it?


Muse | Dr. Lachlan Campbell (Original Character)
Fandom | House, M.D.
Word Count | 327