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"I'm a PC and I'm seven years old." Seriously? That commercial just sort of makes me laugh. I mean, the point is that the photo merging stuff is so easy a ~~caveman~~ 7 year old could do it. And I spent the last two days working on

bleakone's computer using residual DOS skills from when I was that age. That shit is hard--you've got to memorize the commands or be constantly looking everything up, phrase everything in the right syntax, there's no pretty visual interface, etc. Kids these days have it easy.

I still haven't seen that PC commercial with who I swear is Ianto again. Anybody know when Torchwood is coming back? I can't seem to find any info on that.

Watching this week's BSG without having watched the last yet, which doesn't make me happy but it's either watch this one now and watch last week's later online or watch them both in order online, the latter using up huge amounts of my weekly bandwidth. Random thought--if the Tighs are more or less Adam and Eve of the Cylons, does that make Saul Tigh/Caprica Six the new crazy space incest? But aww, I <3 Bill and Saul. You don't quite slash them as in. . . sex (LOLOL, Kaylee) because they're kinda oldandgross, but they're definitely sort of an intimate bromance OTP. Vaguely like Xena and Gabrielle minus the subtext.

Psych was ehh. Enjoyable, but I'm not running to my computer to download it to watch again. And the new Dollhouse right before (another one of which I watched one episode before the one preceding it) was also ehh. Killer fun for Eliza Dushku to play, but that seems to be entirely what it is--an excuse for her to play a different fun character every week. But Mark Sheppard, seriously, that man is in every show that I watch. Dollhouse, Burn Notice (which I don't really watch on purpose unless there's going to be someone I like on it, but caught his episode of), Battlestar Galactica, NCIS, In Plain Sight, Shark, Bionic Woman, Medium, and of course Firefly, with either reoccurring or big parts on each one.

Because this is looking to be an entirely TV-based post instead of me talking about my ADVENTURE OF DOOM AND DEATH on Tuesday and other such RL activities (I've been postponing writing that up because it's going to be a long one), I might have to start watching How I Met Your Mother after showing my mom Dr. Horrible over the long weekend and rewatching part of Neil Patrick Harris's SNL that I recorded on my laptop (while trying to find out WTF this gigantic, oddly named file on my computer was) because I think I love him crazy much.

Oh, Monday's House? THE CAMERON/CUDDY, I THANKS YOU FOR IT. Seriously. Got to download that one and icon it, because those shots at the end totally could be taken out of context (as per how we slashers work) to look like them holding their baby. Reminds me of a set of fics I started writing pre-first hard drive crashdown--it was some "5 Ways Cuddy Doesn't Have a Baby (And One She Does)" thing, remember when that was going around? Most of them were more Cuddy character study, one without Cameron at all, one with her only playing a supporting (supportive, actually) role, but the "one she does" was clear femslash. I wish I still had those, as I seem to remember kinda liking them--the "does" one was kinda unbelievably fluffy, but then I think it kept getting longer and started developing more plot and then naturally, it never got finished (as that's what happens to fics I don't write all in one sitting).

I also forgot. Criminal Minds. The gay is abounding. Surely it can't be just me after the scene at the beginning of 4.14 (I think two weeks ago?) where Emily's horoscope says the moon was going to screw things up romantically and put her in a shitty mood and then we see JJ's baby ring and cut immediately back to Emily's pissed off face after it's revealed that the father of the baby has a matching one.

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Illusion (House, Cameron/Cuddy, R)

Illusion
Author:

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Fandom: House, MD
Rating: R
Date: Begun 30 April, finished 28 May 2007.
Notes: Because

xx_housecat_xx told me to post it and made me all agiggle with her “Whoa”s. Idea jotted down on my hand during work about a month and a half ago, forgotten about, remembered, written a few weeks later when it served as a handy procrastination excuse, forgotten about, remembered, realized I actually had finished it, polished, posted.
Summary: Illusion shattered.

( Fictasticness! )

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Had a couple of dreams (two nights in a row, which is weird for me) when I was in Texas that I never wrote down, even though I was planning on doing it straight away.

And I can totally explain/rationalize both of them (though not last night's at all), which is cool.

In the first one, I was staying home from school because we were adopting a baby (my parents, I mean) and then I was going to take the baby to school with me to show my friends and I parked in the back parking lot (which is odd, because I haven't yet bothered to get my license) at my school, but then somehow I was walking up to my old elementary school's front doors. I don't get the school switching thing, but this was the night that I met my second cousins (was Christmas eve night, I think) who were babies, therefore baby dream.

And the second. Imminently more interesting. Before bed that night I had been watching some Real Medical Mysteries type show (which, after reading the blurb, I immediately realized is just like House only without the predictable treatment patterns, gimpy doctor, and really short diagnosis time). And in it, this doctor wife lady was poisoning her doctor husband with castor stuff, and they made a rather big deal on the show about how that's the stuff they make ricin from. So the dream was rather like so.

I was a doctor. (I get that kind of thing a lot.) At PPTH, because that's fun. And there was a biohazard/chemical leak/something type thing going on and Cameron and I (I actually remember thinking in the dream about whether I should try to get Cameron and Cuddy together or leave it, as I somehow knew that it was Cameron/me, and then deciding that I should just try to get Cuddy in on it because then it would be Cameron/me/Cuddy, and that's just hot) were like the first ones to notice it, so we were telling everybody (the scene I can actually remember of the telling took place seemingly right out side of the basement/cafeteria of my church) to grab the mask/breathy things (that were all hanging on hooks right outside the room everybody was in) and get out of there.

And there was more, but the next bit I can remember is everybody on a school bus type thing and nobody really knew what was going on and Cameron was about to stand up and explain, but I noticed that Cuddy had just gotten on the bus and I put a hand on Cameron's shoulder and was like "This is something Lisa needs to do."

Yeah. So, really easy to figure out. Baby one because I had been playing with babies, House themed biohazard one because I watched a Houseish show with talk about biohazard stuff.

Figure out this one.

I remember an image popping into my head just as I was falling asleep, and I think I pulled myself back from sleep long enough to go "oh, so this is going to be a Star Trek dream", because Seven just decided to pop into my brain. Haven't been watching Star Trek lately, haven't read any Voyager lately, so no idea there.

And it was, more or less. I only remember flashes of this one, but Seven was being all vulnerable and sad and I ran over all *cuddles*. And then I was in the bathroom in my basement, but it was also like a bedroom at times and not a bathroom. And between the bathroom and the basement living room in my house there's like a bit where the room is skinnier because there's a bunch of stuff, and in that space my biology teacher was. . . erm, teaching. I never saw the students, but he was. And somehow I knew that it was the other bio class, the year above me. And in the bathroom, up near the wall closest to the living room bit, there were shrimp. Lots of them. Dead ones. And they were floating. Yeah. No idea. And I poked my head out, and was like "Erm, did you know that there are shrimp floating in here?" And he gave me this almost patronizing "Yes," and it was very much a 'you don't get it because you're not in Bio 2' (and I totally could be, but I chose to stagger my science courses so I could take the big tests right after I finished the bio sequence and not have to wait a year). So I suppose that's probably my feelings of inferiority because I chose to take bio later (though not later, really, just with the people my age) and so I'm no longer ahead in what's actually my best subject.

But yeah, there's more. So here I was in the amazing transfiguring bathroom/bedroom, and I think the shrimp left or something, because I don't remember them being there after that. And the whole reason I was in TATB/B was because I was setting up the bed to go to sleep in. With Seven. I don't know why. And not like that, ~~unfortunately~~ either. And I had my top off or something for some reason, I was changing or whatever, and then Chakotay walks in. The Voyager senior staff (really just Chakotay, Janeway, Paris, Tuvok, and Kim), turns out, was sitting on the couch past the makeshift biology classroom. And I was surprisingly cool with it, he came in to wash his hands or whatever, but then he gives me this malicious smirk and leaves the door wide open when he leaves. And I was like "thanks a bloody lot." I dislike Chakotay immensely, and this obviously carried over into the dream. I figure this has something to do with when somebody comes back into my bedroom when I'm trying to sleep and opens the door to tell me something, but then leaves the light on and the door open, necessitating my getting out of bed and walking to the door to close it and turn off the light and then walking back, which is annoying as all get out. But then Janeway comes in a few seconds after he leaves and smiles at me, rolling her eyes back at him, and closes the door. So that was nice.

Oh, and I totally just realized where the Star Trek bit came from. Not the Seven and me/Seven bits, but I was watching a music video yesterday, I just remembered, called "Loser". And it was basically Chakotay bashing put to music. And lots of the shots had Janeway shooting/attempting to hypospray into oblivion/seemingly mocking him. So that's the whole Janeway and Chakotay bit. And bio I figured out just as I was writing it too. So that leaves the Seven bit. Nothing is forthcoming at this moment. We'll just blame it on the fact that I've been watching a lot of The L Word lately, the music video was of Star Trek (though Seven was the first thing I saw, even before I was entirely asleep, and she wasn't in that vid), and Seven/me is cool. It was definitely not a sexual thing, though, I got that. Slightly sexual, I mean, but not sexual as in actual sexing, more of a comfort thing.

Oddness. Yay for dream interpretation. I'm pretty good at that.

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( Spoilers for House 3.01 Meaning )

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I've been thinking about what I want from this season of House. I posted about it earlier in the summer on the House MD boards, saying basically that I wanted:

1. Less blatant shippage, such as House/Cuddy needlebutt and Cameron/Chase drugsex (though both Cuddy's butt and high!Cameron were hot), and more subtext.

2. Less bad medicine and more. . . good medicine (not to get into the whole Ketamine thing again, but GRR!).

3. Cuddy pregnant would be amazing. I admit, I have something of a pregnant!Cuddy fetish. I do not, however, want the baby to be conceived through a collaboration with any of the male doctors at the hospital. I think that using the sperm of someone she knows will cause TPTB to make the male try to help her raise the child, while it would be a more interesting story line if they made her go it alone. And Cuddy as a single mom would just add to the amazingness that she is. I'd rather they not made her pregnant than used the sperm of a character on the show.

But I was thinking today, and decided that, though those 3 are my top, I would really love it if Cameron called Cuddy 'Lisa'. In the two seasons, they've gone from barely speaking at all in season one to antagonistic conversations in season two, and I'd like to see them getting to be at least somewhat closer. The actresses seem to be, if not friends, then friendly, so the acting wouldn't be too much of a stretch. And I'm not even just coming at that through a Cameron/Cuddy shipper's POV (though if they wanted to skip all that and just make out, I'd be fine with that too), I think it'd be nice to have these two female doctors in this cutthroat world working together.

Anyway. As usual, I'm up way too late and with our Amnesty meeting tomorrow I'll only be home for maybe two hours before House starts, not long enough to do my homework or get a nap.

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Compassion (random House drabble, Cameron/Cuddy, G)

I give up trying to get this to 100 words. Every time I try, it takes something away. And there's not that much something there in the first place, so I'm going to leave it as it is.

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Cuddy has learned to hold back her compassion – the only way to succeed as a doctor, as a boss is to suspend empathy beyond a certain point. She wouldn’t have gotten where she is taking every patient, every decision and weighing it like humanity is at stake. She tries to keep the moral high ground, but sometimes she needs to stay away, to not step in, to let something slip by her, to turn the other way. She tells herself that she is choosing her battles. But there’s a part of her that looks at Allison Cameron, at the idealistic woman she herself once was and wonders if the world would be better were there one more person still like that.

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Handcuffs by CrashCart9, PG-13 (House)

Handcuffs
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9@Yahoo.com)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive content
Words: 100
Notes: Written as a response to the best (and most unexplainable) quote ever-> House (to Cameron): Use Cuddy's handcuffs. I said that the quote needed a story, and

finding_jay obliged with a short. And I wrote one back. This is that drabble. I changed some things from the first posting, mainly just bringing it from 87 words to 100.
Original post here, in case you cared.

House saw something odd when Cameron reached out to open the door. Peeking out from under her sleeve were reddish-purple marks around her wrist. He grabbed her arm and pushed the sleeve up further.

"House, what are you-?" Cameron protested, immediately jerking her arm away. She tugged her sleeve back down over her wrist.

But House had already figured it out. Just like any semi-competent doctor (or anyone who watched CSI), he could identify those bruises.

Ligature marks.

He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Looks like Cuddy's gotten kinky!"

Her furious blush was his only reply.

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So.. House.

Best. Fucking. Line. Ever.

House (to Cameron): Use Cuddy's handcuffs.

?!?!?!?!?

WTF did that mean? Not that I care. Of course I don't care.

This needs a story.

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Snowwomyn (House: Cuddy/Cameron, PG-13)

Snowwomyn
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron, with bits of House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13 for one bad word.
Written: 12/21/05
Notes: For the “Make the Yuletide Gay” challenge on LiveJournal. The prompt was “snowman”, but I tweaked it a little. I also had to use the challenge title line in the story, it was begging me to. I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to hit 500 words, as in my head, this was only a drabble, but with a lot of crappy filling out, it made almost 700. The snowwomyn idea taken from James
Finn Garner’s “Politically Correct Holiday Stories”. Which I lost my copy of at school last week. So if anyone wants to buy me a Solstice present...
Summary: Cuddy and Cameron build a snowwomyn. And thoroughly confuse House.

House walked up to the doors of P.P.T.H. only to be stopped by a very... unusual view. And an accurately thrown snowball. He turned to the snow-covered lawn area next to the doors and walked closer to what appeared to be... No, he couldn’t be seeing that. It just wasn’t possible.

It was. Cuddy and Cameron were building a snowman. And acting like schoolgirls; all giggling and throwing snowballs. He walked up to them. “What the hell are you doing?”

“We’re building a snowwomyn!” Cameron said cheerfully. She beamed before turning back to the snow... creature that was beginning to take shape.

“You mean a snowman,” House said, raising an eyebrow and circling the thing.

He poked its base with his cane, only to have Cuddy smack him on the arm. “Patriarchal, snarky, old bastard. We’re making it, so it’s a snowwomyn. W-O-M-Y-N.”

House scoffed. “So now you’re rewriting the English language?” Cameron pelted him with the handful of snow she had been about to add to their creation. “And beating up on a cripple?”

“It’s good for hospital morale.” Cuddy rationalized.

“What, seeing the head of hospital, the woman who’s supposed to be mature and in charge, determining stuff and administrating things, frolicking in the snow with her special friend?”

Cameron had a shocked look on her face as she stepped around the mound of snow that was slowly looking more like a person. “How did you...”

House’s eyes widened. Those two? “I meant the snowwomyn.” He paused, looking from Cuddy to Cameron, and back again as he pondered this latest revelation. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.” Lisa said, looping her arm around Cameron’s waist and smiling proudly.

“J-Date didn’t work out for you, so you decided to start taking my leftovers, Cuddy?” House quipped, trying to pretend that he wasn’t completely caught off guard by the news.

Cuddy let out a short, mocking laugh. “In order for her to be ‘leftovers’, you would have had to actually date her first.”

“I did ‘actually date her’.” House swung his cane, “accidentally” knocking a chunk of the base of the snowwomyn off. Cameron kicked the cane out of his hand so it landed several feet away, and gave him a quirky little half-smirk.

“We went on one date.” Allison said rather patronizingly. “And you came straight home to Wilson.” House was taken aback by this. How did they know?

Cuddy, interpreting his expression correctly, jumped in. “It wasn’t hard to figure out. The only time you’ll take clinic hours without much of a fuss is when James has them scheduled at the same time. We’ve both called you before and had him pick up the phone. His office is practically gathering dust for all the time he spends in your department.” She smiled at Cameron and inclined her head slightly, inviting her to continue.

“You both disappeared an hour into the Thanksgiving benefit dinner, and when you came back, well, it was pretty evident what you had been doing. And on our ‘date’, you were wearing a tie. You don’t know how to tie them. That meant somebody had to have done it for you. I doubted that you’d drive all the way to Wilson’s house just to get him to help you get dressed, so he obviously was already over at your place.”

Allison knew they’d won. She gave House a teasing look right before she thoroughly kissed Lisa. When they broke away, Cuddy tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at his incredulous and still very confused expression. “We’re going to finish building this now,” she said, in a tone one would use with a small child who didn’t understand what was going on. “Your shift started 20 minutes ago. I suggest you get in there. Unless you want to bring Wilson and help us truly make the Yuletide gay.” Cameron chuckled at her lover’s choice of words.

House stared at them blankly. “Wilson’s Jewish,” he said lamely, simply in order to get in the last word, before fetching his cane and hobbling away.

Cameron and Cuddy just smiled and packed another handful of snow onto their snowwomyn.

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Not for Long (House, Cuddy/Cameron, G)

Not for Long
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: G
Words: 150
Notes: Written as the story behind one of my LiveJournal user icons. (For those reading this not
on LJ and/or if I've taken the icon down, the picture is of House’s whiteboard with the writing GH+JW on it and him saying “Okay,
which smart-ass has been playing with my markers?”)

Lisa saw Allison looking through the rack of charts in the clinic. “Allison? Why are you down here?”

“Clinic duty.”

“You don’t . . . oh. House’s clinic duty.” Cameron nodded. “Why do you do it?”

“House just wants to annoy me. And he knows I’ll tell you, that you’ll get mad, that you’ll assign him more time, and that he can use said time to catch up on his soaps and make out with Wilson. It’s win-win for him. I’m thwarting his plans.” She smiled, putting the two charts already in her arms back in the rack. Lisa grabbed her hand as they walked to the elevator.

“Do they still believe that nobody knows about them?” Cuddy settled back into Cameron’s embrace as the elevator doors closed.

Lisa shivered as Allison’s lips almost brushed her ear when the younger doctor whispered, “Not for long.”

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Marriage Certificates (House MD, Cuddy/Cameron, G)

Marriage Certificates
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: G
Notes: Another “Humpty Dumpty” fic. Prequel to ‘Keys’. Text between the ~~~~ is flashback.

House saw Cameron in the ICU room with Alfredo. He turned to Stacy. “Break out the marriage certificates, Dr. Cameron’s on the case. Who do you think she’s going to try to wed this time, Cuddy or Mr. Rooftop here?”

Stacy thought for a moment, remembering her conversation with Lisa just a few days before.

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“Stacy? I need to talk to you.” Cuddy had come in to Warner’s office at the hospital looking rather distressed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right. That’s the problem!” Lisa said quickly.

“Whoa, slow down. What do you need?” Stacy put her hand on Cuddy’s, soothingly.

“I’ve been involved with someone. For a while. But... they want to tell people, and I don’t know what that would do to the hospital.”

“It’s someone that works here?” Cuddy nodded. “That assistant? I told you to be careful.”

Cuddy snorted. “Not him. Allison Cameron.”

“House’s Cameron?” Stacy asked, incredulously.

“Yes, House’s Cameron. She wants to let at least House and the gang in on it, because she thinks they’re getting suspicious.”

“And you’re worried because the two of you work at the hospital, because you’re her boss, or because you’re both women?” asked Stacy. She knew that the board of directors would probably have trouble with the first two, if not the third also.

“Yeah.” Cuddy said, shaking her head. She put her elbow on Stacy’s desk and propped her head on her hand. “All three.” She looked down, fixing her eyes on a spot on the desk

Stacy reached out a hand, and with her index finger lifted Cuddy’s head up to face her own so their eyes would meet. “Do you love her?”

Lisa smiled. “With all my heart.”

Stacy squeezed Cuddy’s hand. “Then we’ll cross those other bridges as we come to them. You can tell whomever you want. We’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you.” Lisa’s eyes sparkled with tears of happiness, partially at being able to please her lover, partially at her friend’s kindness.

“You know anytime you want to talk, you can come to me? I noticed you’ve been looking positively giddy these few months. I figured you’d found somebody.” They both smiled, and Lisa stood up. “I’m just mad you didn’t tell me before. She’s gorgeous.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Cuddy said, and left the room, considerably brighter than when she entered.

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“Stacy? You still there?” House asked, waving a hand in front of her face. “Who do you think?”

“Cuddy. Definitely Cuddy.” She smirked and left just as Cameron came running out of the patient’s room to talk to House. She shot a glance back at the young woman just before turning the corner. Cameron was extra worried about this patient because it meant a lot to Lisa, that was obvious. Oh, yeah, it was definitely Cuddy.

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Keys (House, Cuddy/Cameron, PG-13)

This makes 3 fics and 2 manips in 24 hours. Wow!

Keys
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Post ep/Missing Scene for “Humpty Dumpty”. Yes, I loved that episode.

Cameron walked into House’s office. “How did you get into her house?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I unlocked the door.”

“Is that why you sent me with Lisa? So you could steal my keys to get into her house? Well, I need them back.”

“I don’t have your keys. Wait. Your keys. Cuddy’s house. I’m missing something here.”

Cameron blushed, realizing from House’s real confusion that House not only didn’t take her keys but didn’t know that she had a key to Lisa’s house. She began to back away. House noticed.

“Get back here. You’ve got a key to Cuddy’s house? Are you two...?”

“Are we two, what? Tennis partners? Communists? Lovers?”

“The last one.” Cameron smiled proudly and nodded, meeting his eyes. “Then... some of that stuff was yours?”

“What, did you snoop through her underwear drawer?” Cameron looked at his face and realized that was a stupid question. Of course, he did.

“I didn’t think that was her shirt...” House was musing to herself, playing with his cane. “And the tampons...” He looked back to Cameron. “You use Super tampons?”

If it was anyone else, Cameron would have been offended. But she was enjoying watching House’s face as he came to all these realizations. “No, those are hers. But I heard you found the thong.” His eyes widened. “Yeah. That was mine.”

“What, are you moving your clothing in one piece at a time?”

Cameron smiled. She was going to enjoy telling him exactly how her underwear got into Cuddy’s drawer. “No. It kinda fell in. See, Lisa was changing when I came back to the bedroom so she had the drawer open. She was then rather distracted by, well, me. It didn’t get closed immediately. When she... took it off, it got flung. Into the drawer. Which was subsequently closed when I pushed her back up against it and kissed her so hard it made her toes curl.”

House’s mouth was open by this point. Allison noticed Cuddy walking by, looking rather despondent. She thought she could use some cheering up, along with the added bonus of seeing how far she could truly shock Gregory House. Pulling her lover into the office, she said, “It went something like this:” and proceeded to pin Lisa against the table by putting one hand on the hard surface on either side of her. Cameron kissed her, slowly at first, letting her know that everything was going to be alright, but with increasing passion and fervor to the point that when they pulled away, they were gasping for breath.

Allison began to walk out hand in hand with Lisa. She stopped when she heard House speak. “Cameron? You left them on the table.” His voice was strained somewhat, but with good reason.

She looked back, and saw him pointing to her keys. He was gripping his cane so hard that his knuckles were white and she grinned, grabbing them with her hand, not letting go of Lisa. She waggled her fingers at him, quirking her mouth suggestively. Dropping the keys in her pocket, she reached over and put her free hand on Cuddy’s arm. She murmured, “I love you,” into her ear.

Cuddy smiled as they left the office and walked down the hallway. “I really don’t want to know.”

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Her Necklace (House, MD Cuddy/Cameron, G)

Her Necklace
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Rating: G
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Notes: Missing scene from “Humpty Dumpty” when the girls drive back from Alfredo’s house. I’m trying to make up for the fact that we don’t get a new episode for more than a month by writing loads.

She’s playing with her necklace again as we drive back to the hospital.

She didn’t question how I knew about Michigan, which was good, because I wouldn’t have known how to answer. How do you tell your boss’s boss that you know everything about her?
That I know where she went to elementary school, that she was the second youngest chief of medicine, the first female one, that she graduated medical school second in her class. That she has a crush on House like I used to (if you can call it that; it seems too childish and simple, and she’s elegant and beautiful and anything but simple), that she and Stacy joke around by flirting with each other, that her favorite color is red and her bathroom is covered in purple tile.

She knows nothing about me, save whatever’s in my file and whatever she’s heard from House.

I may know about her, but I don’t know her. I want to know what her favorite drink is, what her favorite character is on those soaps I’ve caught her watching when she thinks no one’s there, how she likes her tea, and what she would do if I leaned over and kissed her right now...

As if reading my mind, the car stops and she looks over. Our eyes lock. I’m dying to lean over and take her face in my hands, to tell her that I know what she’s feeling, that I know she thinks it’s her fault and that it’s not, to touch my lips to hers and find out if she tastes like I imagine.

But the moment’s over as the light turns green and she turns into the parking garage. She gets out of the car, but I stay a moment, frozen in imagining what would have happened had I...

She jolts me out of my reverie when she opens my door, offering me her hand. I take it, and step out her car, and we’re inches apart and her hand is warm and soft and I can feel her breath on my face. And I shiver at the sensation but also at the realization that this is the closest I’ll ever get to her. I think she notices because our eyes lock for the second time, and she gives me a little half smile, squeezing my hand before dropping it and walking to the stairs.

I follow a few steps behind her, watching as she raises her hand to her neck and begins playing with her necklace. Again.

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Picture now. Family is camping, I hate camping, therefore I'm here alone. Been online for seven and a half hours so far, doing random stuff. I think that's a record for me. I get to make my slashy pictures without little siblings looking over my shoulder asking "Why are you putting two women in compromising positions?" Actually, neither of my siblings would say that. Tyler would go "Eww." And Kacy would ask if she could try to make one now. Manip, Cuddy/Cameron. Notice how the light on the right side of Cuddy's face matches the light coming through the window behind them (that whiter part). Spent special time on that bit. Enoy.
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Charity Ball (House, MD; G)

Charity Ball
a double drabble by Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
9/29/05
House, MD

“I’m not going to this charity thing, Cuddy,” House said, approaching her at the nurses’ station.

“Yes, you are, if you want a job on Monday.” She tucked the files she was carrying under her
arm and turned to face him. Even though they both knew he’d lose, House wasn’t the kind to
give up without a fight.

“You don’t need me there.”

“You go to this ball from six to ten, or you can spend the time in the clinic,” she threatened.

“You want clinic duty? I doubt Cameron’s busy.”

“She can’t do it for you this time, House. Anyway, funding your highly expensive department is
one of the main reasons for this thing.”

“So, you want someone to represent my department. Again, doubt Cameron’s doing anything.”

Cuddy rolled her eyes. “House, just get a date and show up. Go with Wilson for all I care. But
Allison can’t do it for you. She’s already going.”

“She gets an invite? She’s not even a department head.”

“No,” she smirked triumphantly. “But she’s the Chief of Medicine's date.”

Cuddy turned on her heel and walked out with Cameron, who had come to see what they were fighting about. She let her hand slide from the small of the younger doctor’s back to her butt, leaving a gaping diagnostician in her wake.