Each month after Wilson left and House died, Lisa Cuddy gets a letter. Story is complete and rather short so you may as well read it.

This poem isn't necessarily about The Crow, but it was inspired after I watched the movie. I read that they actually used a raven instead of a crow, so I got really interested in how to distinguish crows from ravens. This poem sort of is the offspring of that research. In case you do read it, I use murder in my poem because it is called a murder of crows, not a flock.

Aftermath of Arthur's death

My first fanfic, it's a one shot. Even Sherlock is human. Even he can't control whether or not he gets... (drumroll)... hiccups.