"Puppet Master"
Chapter Nineteen-"Author's Notes and Preview of Purpleu's Next Story as Told by Dr. House"
By: Purpleu
Hello, members of fanfiction who have been following me through the writings of the person who calls themself "Purpleu". Normally, I would just sit back and let this mysterious entity with the odd name do the talking for me, but it would seem that the MORON forgot to put an author's note at the end of the last chapter of "Puppet Master". Therefore, I have been pressed into service to tell you what he/she should have; I just hope I'm getting paid for this.
Chapter eighteen of "Puppet Master" was the final chapter of the story; Malcolm Hunter's in jail, Lydia got her grandmother's rocker fixed, her piano back and I'm about to help her test out her new bed. The only way it could be better is if Wilson gave me a few extra Tylenol with codeine.
So you know, LavenderX, or whatever their name is, does plan on writing about Lydia and me some more (yeah, and Wilson and my team, too; don't throw a fit). There's just going to be a little break to give their gray matter a rest; it seems the way they're wired, you can hear the circuit breakers snapping when overworked, so a cool down period is needed. You can look for the next story by Purpleu around June first, called "And the Children Will Lead".
After learning of the title, I "accidentally" got a look at the outline of the story; it was a matter of self-defense. It seems Lydia's kids come to live with her (I am trembling with anticipation…not!) and a recurring theme comes back: trust. After everything they've been through with the Jerk (also known as their father), can they trust me to treat them and their mom right; by the same token, can I trust the rug rats not to try and screw up things between Lydia and me so they can have her all to themselves? My patient also has trust issues with his parents; now there's a story I can relate to. They're sure he's doing drugs; he swears he's not. I side with the kid, which just thrills the parents to no end. The bigger problem: what is causing the kid's convulsions, hallucinations, and all the other nasty things going on? And can I get both the parents and the kid to trust me at the same time so I can treat him? Like the drip of an IV through the tubing, so are the Medical Dilemmas of My Life…. (Sorry Days of Our Lives; I couldn't resist!)
By the way, Purpleu will still be doing some writing to keep in practice; you can continue to look for the poems about that television show he/she is obsessed with here every Monday and Wednesday for the next two weeks (A TV show about a doctor with a snarky attitude….who wants to watch crap like that when the Discovery channel is showing a program about the mating process of the anaconda? I guess there's no accounting for taste…..) After that, it will be time for yours truly again in the new story; yes and Lydia and Wilson and the team and whomever else Purpleu decides to write about.
Hmmm…Purpleu….You know, I once knew a hooker named MagentaZ…I wonder if they're any relation….
Good Night, don't let the bedbugs bite…and if they do, go to the Clinic on my day off.
Signed,
Gregory House, M.D.