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Summary: Inspired by MarcusRowland's Muse. Sometimes things happen that cannot be allowed, so unaware champions are chosen. These are tales of a few of them. Always complete, never done.

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Selonianth + 2 othersFR1392,63802212,1154 Feb 1319 Jun 14No

Snake and Staff by AnnaDruvez

Disclaimer
I don't own House. I especially don't own the Greek Gods. I think they'd be rather insulted by the concept that I could and I have read enough myths to know that insulting them is of the bad.

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Every time Doctor Gregory House started working, he paused and listened. There was a reason he used Vicodin, even beyond the pain relieving capabilities or his own addiction. The drug made it easier to hear when his subconscious spoke to him. It made it easier to understand that whisper that gave the last few pieces of the puzzle when he was stuck on what to try next.

Every time he picked a new case, he hoped to hear it. Oh, the others were not aware. They thought him merely an insane genius. Well, they knew he was an insane genius. If they knew about the voice in his head, he'd probably be a very committed insane genius in the legal sense of the word.

Every time he tried something controversial, or strange, he stared down Cuddy with the knowledge that the whisper in the back of his mind was in agreement. That he knew to the very depths of his being that he was right. Experience, long and hard-won, had shown him that the whisper was seldom wrong.

He had his suspicions as to what it was, though he would never voice them. He preferred to maintain the clean, easy – or just plain fatalistic – path of atheism. He was far too pragmatic and cynical to believe in gods....

If he felt warm inside when he saw a caduceus....

If he had a special place in his heart for Asclepius....

Well, they were the symbol of his craft and a fellow genius, respectively.

Everybody lies. Even if it's just to themselves.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Guided People" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 19 Jun 14.

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