DISCLAIMER: My brain knows I don’t own House but my heart disagrees mightily.
Letting Go – A House Fanisode
Act Three
FADE IN
House sat at the end of the glass conference table in the diagnostics department at PPTH. He seemed totally focused on trying to get the tennis ball to spin quickly on the table top. Each effort lasted longer than the previous effort before the ball would start to skid across the smooth surface. In fact, he was listening to every word and was actually processing it more effectively by his mundane actions. The ball went for yet another spin as he listened to Taub finish...
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