Fic: Highway to Hell
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cutthroatpixieTitle: Highway to Hell
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Wilson/Amber
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG-13
Note: Written for this prompt table. Prompt hitting the floor. Based on the fact that, for absolutely no reason, I am convinced that Amber is an insane driver.
They were running late. Somehow, in the middle of the night, the alarm clock had become unplugged, and the two instead awoke to light streaming in through the window (Amber) and a cry of, ‘Oh, shit. Wilson, wake up! ’ (Wilson, of course). They went about their morning routine at double time (mostly because Amber was being quite militant about getting to work as soon as possible), and were out the door in record time.
Amber rushed out to the car, hollering at Wilson to hurry it up, and she almost sped off before Wilson even had a chance to get outside. Fortunately for him, she slowed down just long enough for him to jump in without incurring any sort of serious injury.
She didn't slow down again.
The heel of her shoe made a sickening crack as it was pounded down on the gas pedal, and Wilson's stomach sank a bit. She was flooring it, and no matter what he did, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to stop her. Amber’s driving was always a bit… frenetic, to say the least, but he’d never seen her in such a rush before.
'Um, Amber, you might want to slow down a bit...' he said, watching the stop sign at the corner fly by in a blur of colour and broken laws. Luckily, no other cars were in the intersection.
She looked in the rear-view mirror, and then glanced ahead. 'I don't see any cops,' was her reply. ‘Don’t you dare turn red,’ she added, glaring at the traffic light in front of her. Quite suddenly, and with a grunt of frustration, she realised that she needed to make a left turn, but she was in the wrong lane. Without a thought, and with a quick flick of the wrist, she cut across the other lanes, leaving angry and disgruntled drivers behind her. Honks rang through the air, but she paid them no mind, and sped right on through her turn.
The turn light was a bright, vibrant shade of red, Wilson noted.
Wilson smiled nervously at a few of the other people driving down the road, and Amber laughed at him.
'They're going to be pissed off whether or not you try to make nice, might as well not even bother.'
Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was in sight, and Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, which was cut off by the fact that Amber's turn into the parking lot sent him flying into the door. She pulled in front of the hospital, unbuckled his seatbelt, kissed him on the cheek, and sent him out the door with a, 'I need to go, get out, get out.' Amber smiled apologetically and kissed Wilson again upon noticing the frazzled look on Wilson’s face.
Wilson closed the car door, and he waved nervously at Amber as she sped off, cringing at the sound her car's tires made as she did so. The cringe was prolonged by the fact that she was cut off by a certain motorcyclist, who appeared to be taking glee in whatever it was Amber yelled at him. Wilson rolled his eyes, and he walked into the hospital, the sounds of honking and cursing behind him.
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Wilson/Amber
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG-13
Note: Written for this prompt table. Prompt hitting the floor. Based on the fact that, for absolutely no reason, I am convinced that Amber is an insane driver.
They were running late. Somehow, in the middle of the night, the alarm clock had become unplugged, and the two instead awoke to light streaming in through the window (Amber) and a cry of, ‘Oh, shit. Wilson, wake up! ’ (Wilson, of course). They went about their morning routine at double time (mostly because Amber was being quite militant about getting to work as soon as possible), and were out the door in record time.
Amber rushed out to the car, hollering at Wilson to hurry it up, and she almost sped off before Wilson even had a chance to get outside. Fortunately for him, she slowed down just long enough for him to jump in without incurring any sort of serious injury.
She didn't slow down again.
The heel of her shoe made a sickening crack as it was pounded down on the gas pedal, and Wilson's stomach sank a bit. She was flooring it, and no matter what he did, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to stop her. Amber’s driving was always a bit… frenetic, to say the least, but he’d never seen her in such a rush before.
'Um, Amber, you might want to slow down a bit...' he said, watching the stop sign at the corner fly by in a blur of colour and broken laws. Luckily, no other cars were in the intersection.
She looked in the rear-view mirror, and then glanced ahead. 'I don't see any cops,' was her reply. ‘Don’t you dare turn red,’ she added, glaring at the traffic light in front of her. Quite suddenly, and with a grunt of frustration, she realised that she needed to make a left turn, but she was in the wrong lane. Without a thought, and with a quick flick of the wrist, she cut across the other lanes, leaving angry and disgruntled drivers behind her. Honks rang through the air, but she paid them no mind, and sped right on through her turn.
The turn light was a bright, vibrant shade of red, Wilson noted.
Wilson smiled nervously at a few of the other people driving down the road, and Amber laughed at him.
'They're going to be pissed off whether or not you try to make nice, might as well not even bother.'
Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was in sight, and Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, which was cut off by the fact that Amber's turn into the parking lot sent him flying into the door. She pulled in front of the hospital, unbuckled his seatbelt, kissed him on the cheek, and sent him out the door with a, 'I need to go, get out, get out.' Amber smiled apologetically and kissed Wilson again upon noticing the frazzled look on Wilson’s face.
Wilson closed the car door, and he waved nervously at Amber as she sped off, cringing at the sound her car's tires made as she did so. The cringe was prolonged by the fact that she was cut off by a certain motorcyclist, who appeared to be taking glee in whatever it was Amber yelled at him. Wilson rolled his eyes, and he walked into the hospital, the sounds of honking and cursing behind him.
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Date: 2008-07-01 10:26 am (UTC)