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oh_so_emily
Today is oh_so_emily 's 18th birthday, and to commemorate that, I've written her eighteen House drabbles. =) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMILY!
Title: Miscellaneous Drabbles
Fandom: House MD
Pairings: House/Wilson, Wilson/Amber, House/Wilson/Amber, House/Amber, Kutner/Thirteen, Taub/Amber, Foreman/Newspaper, Chase/Cameron
Word Count: 100 each (for a total of 1,800)
Rating: G to PG-13
oh_so_emily 's 18th birthday, and to commemorate that, I've written her eighteen House drabbles. =) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMILY! Title: Miscellaneous Drabbles
Fandom: House MD
Pairings: House/Wilson, Wilson/Amber, House/Wilson/Amber, House/Amber, Kutner/Thirteen, Taub/Amber, Foreman/Newspaper, Chase/Cameron
Word Count: 100 each (for a total of 1,800)
Rating: G to PG-13
01. The weather was unrealistically hot, and the humidity was absolutely ungodly. House sat on his couch, a pilfered fan in front of him. His pants had been discarded long ago, and he was just about to remove the shirt as well when his half-naked cooling down time was interrupted.
'Thanks for stealing my fan.' Wilson sat on the couch.
'You're welcome.' House scooted away from Wilson, and adjusted the fan to face himself. 'Pants stay on,' he added when Wilson began to disrobe.
'Not unless you give the fan back.'
House shrugged, and Wilson's pants joined House's on the floor.
02. Foreman had dated quite a few women in his life. Never been married, nor engaged, but he usually had a woman around. He'd made his way through a fair amount of women in the hospital (never ones he worked directly with, though), but none of them stuck.
Nobody really did, actually. He flounced from school to school, job to job, making professional relationships, but never personal ones.
He flipped the current page of his newspaper, adjusting his gaze to read the new one.
He was shit with keeping people around, but at least he had one constant in his life.
03. Wilson was feeling slightly nervous as he waited for Amber to come back into the bedroom. When she did, she grinned widely at him, a rope held out in front of her, swinging back and forth in front of her face. He laughed a little, his apprehension obvious.
Amber pushed him back onto the bed and began to tie his wrists with the rope. She gently tightened them, then raised an eyebrow in question at how tense Wilson was.
He laughed again. 'I've, uh, I've never done this before.'
Amber grinned and leaned in close to his lips. 'I have.'
04. House entered Wilson's office, intent on finagling some food out of the other man.
'Hey, Wils- you are far too blonde to be Wilson.' House said when he noticed Amber on the couch.
Amber laughed. 'I would hope so. I can't imagine he'd look very good as a blond.'
House sat next to her on the couch. 'He'd be begging for jokes about his eyebrows if he ever did that.'
'That is probably true,' Wilson said, causing Amber and House to jerk their heads up at his voice. 'Come along, if you talk any more, I'll think you're getting along.'
05. House started to think he may be more than just a little high when the walls started to shift back and forth.
House knew he was high when miniature versions of Amber and Foreman appeared on either side of him, taking up the occupations of his 'Shoulder Angel' and 'Shoulder Devil'.
Wilson found him, half an hour later, mumbling angrily to himself.
'What's wrong?' he asked, noting how dilated House's pupils were.
'Can't figure out if Amber is the devil, or if Foreman is,' House replied. 'Do you know, Wilson?'
Wilson just laughed and shook his head. 'Haven't a clue.'
06. After correctly diagnosing the high morgue cosmetician, and making it through another round of House's elimination, Amber and Taub decided to go out and celebrate. They had just intended on grabbing one drink and calling it a night, but one drink lead to two, lead to three, lead to a stray kiss or two.
The inebriated celebration that followed later on at Amber's apartment wasn't exactly what they had in mind, but it was definitely a lot more fun, and if they celebrated again after work the next day, well, they were just really glad to still have that job.
07. House barged into Wilson's office around noon, stole some files off his desk, and exited without any sort of explanation as to what he was up to.
Wilson rubbed the bridge of his nose and got up, intent on tracking down his stolen paperwork.
He checked House's office. Nothing. He checked the clinic. No sign of him. He went back into his office, just to make sure, but nope, no House there.
He finally found the files on the roof, along with a small package and a card that read Happy Birthday, Wilson. He rolled his eyes and grinned.
08. Wilson made House macadamia nut pancakes for breakfast that morning. House was a bit suspicious, but he wasn't going to question it, and he gladly accepted them.
When it came time for House to avoid clinic duty, he was told by Evil Nurse Brenda his hours for the day were already taken care of. She also requested he stay, but he didn't accept that offer.
Around lunchtime, House found a sandwich and chips in his office. For dinner, Wilson grilled up some steaks.
Wilson never actually said, 'Happy Birthday,' but House got the point.
09. 'So, you're how old now? 18? 19?' House stuck his tongue out at Amber. He was a little drunk, and she was a little drunk, and things were alright, right now.
'21. I can finally drink now, yay me.' She raised her glass to House. 'Why are you here anyway?'
'Wilson has to stay with some dying patient tonight, so I have nobody to pester, and I am in a very pestering mood right now.'
Amber laughed a little. 'And I'm worthy of your pestering?'
House shrugged. 'Don't get used to it.'
'I didn't plan on it.'
10. Wilson came home the morning after Amber's birthday, feeling awful for missing it, but also really just wanting to get in bed and deal with feeling awful later. He quietly opened the front door, in case Amber was still sleeping. On his way to the bedroom, his eye caught sight of two figures on the couch.
House was slumped over sideways against the armrest, empty beer bottle in hand. Amber was next to him, pressed against his side, head resting on his shoulder.
Wilson smiled and went to get a blanket for them. He took a photograph, for good measure.
11. 'You met that Amber Volakis chick yet?' Chase asked Cameron that night during dinner.
'The blonde one?' Cameron asked, continuing when Chase nodded. 'Oh yeah, I've met her. Really determined, that one.'
'House likes that, he'll hire her.' Chase was fairly certain he would, anyway.
Cameron shook her head. 'He might not, don't know if he can stand people with egos as big as his.'
'He hired Foreman,' was Chase's reply.
Cameron laughed. 'That is very true. She's got nice hair, too.'
'Which means...?' Chase asked, confused.
'Well, that's why he hired you, isn't it?'
12. 'Thirteen, do you remember where I parked my car?' Kutner had been looking for it everywhere. It wasn't where he usually parked it, it wasn't where he usually didn't park it, and he was beginning to think it had been stolen or something. Thirteen just raised an eyebrow at him. '...What?'
'I am assuming it is at your apartment,' she said. 'Seeing as I drove you to work this morning.'
Kutner looked confused for a moment, before realisation dawned on him. 'Oh yeah! You did!'
Thirteen rolled her eyes, just a bit. 'Come on, let's go.'
13. House had yet to catch Kutner and Thirteen in a janitor's closet (not that he thought he would, they were far more discreet than that), but he was still convinced that they were sleeping together, nonetheless.
'Well, speak of the devil,' he said when both Kutner and Thirteen arrived at work. 'Is the sex really all that good?' he mock-whispered to Thirteen.
'The best,' she said dryly, going over to the coffee maker to get herself a cup.
'Hey...' Kutner looked quite confused.
House patted Kutner on the shoulder. 'Don't worry, man, it's probably nothing against you.'
14. Thirteen couldn't help but think that Kutner was just a tad bit odd, the first time she met him. She later realised that this first assumption was entirely true, but it wasn't bad, and it didn't hinder any sort of 'friendship' that formed between the two of them.
Kutner thought the same of Thirteen. He thought it bizarre how secretive she always was, how she wouldn't even tell anybody her name. She got weirder and weirder as he got to know her better, but he himself was just a little bit weird, so he didn't really mind all that much.
15. 'So, are you old enough to get the pop culture references I make yet?' House asked Thirteen one morning, in place of a normal greeting.
'Nope, but I'm one year closer to that outcome.' Thirteen said. 'That good enough?'
'Wait...' Kutner said. 'It's your birthday?'
'No,' Thirteen said.
'It was her birthday twenty-nine years ago,' House added.
'Oh, okay...' Kutner looked confused for a moment, but then he perked up a bit. 'I'll have to get you a present!'
House sighed and shook his head. 'I don't know why I bother with you children.'
16. Kutner entered the diagnostics conference room the morning of his birthday, a slight spring in his step. He knew House wouldn't come out and wish him a 'happy birthday', but he assumed he'd make a comment, as he had done with Thirteen, to acknowledge Kutner's birthday. House wasn't there yet, so Kutner sat down and waited.
'Morning, chickadees,' House said later, when he finally showed up. Thirteen, Kutner, and Taub all chorused a, 'Hello,' and Foreman gave a nod of his head.
House never made the awaited comment, but Kutner tried to not get too down about it.
17. 'That character kind of looks like you, you know.'
'He does not.' House sighed. He'd had this argument with Wilson before.
'No, really, he does. Almost exactly like you, it is rather scary. He's clean shaven, though.' Wilson pointed at the television screen, where the character in question currently was.
'I am not seeing it.'
'How can you not! Just look, the resemblance is eerie.' Wilson once again pointed at the screen, in an over-dramatic sort of way.
'Wilson, I am sick of arguing over this,' House said. 'For the last time, Prince George looks absolutely nothing like me.'
18. When House needed to unwind, calm down, just get away from the world for awhile, he played his piano. His hands gliding efficiently over the keys provided temporary reprieve from whatever it was that was troubling his mind. He could let out a little frustration with the music, give his thoughts some rest.
When Wilson was in need of a break, some time to just relax, he listened to House play his piano (when House would let him, that is). House looked so at ease sitting there, so well-rested, that Wilson couldn't help but to also feel at ease.
'Thanks for stealing my fan.' Wilson sat on the couch.
'You're welcome.' House scooted away from Wilson, and adjusted the fan to face himself. 'Pants stay on,' he added when Wilson began to disrobe.
'Not unless you give the fan back.'
House shrugged, and Wilson's pants joined House's on the floor.
02. Foreman had dated quite a few women in his life. Never been married, nor engaged, but he usually had a woman around. He'd made his way through a fair amount of women in the hospital (never ones he worked directly with, though), but none of them stuck.
Nobody really did, actually. He flounced from school to school, job to job, making professional relationships, but never personal ones.
He flipped the current page of his newspaper, adjusting his gaze to read the new one.
He was shit with keeping people around, but at least he had one constant in his life.
03. Wilson was feeling slightly nervous as he waited for Amber to come back into the bedroom. When she did, she grinned widely at him, a rope held out in front of her, swinging back and forth in front of her face. He laughed a little, his apprehension obvious.
Amber pushed him back onto the bed and began to tie his wrists with the rope. She gently tightened them, then raised an eyebrow in question at how tense Wilson was.
He laughed again. 'I've, uh, I've never done this before.'
Amber grinned and leaned in close to his lips. 'I have.'
04. House entered Wilson's office, intent on finagling some food out of the other man.
'Hey, Wils- you are far too blonde to be Wilson.' House said when he noticed Amber on the couch.
Amber laughed. 'I would hope so. I can't imagine he'd look very good as a blond.'
House sat next to her on the couch. 'He'd be begging for jokes about his eyebrows if he ever did that.'
'That is probably true,' Wilson said, causing Amber and House to jerk their heads up at his voice. 'Come along, if you talk any more, I'll think you're getting along.'
05. House started to think he may be more than just a little high when the walls started to shift back and forth.
House knew he was high when miniature versions of Amber and Foreman appeared on either side of him, taking up the occupations of his 'Shoulder Angel' and 'Shoulder Devil'.
Wilson found him, half an hour later, mumbling angrily to himself.
'What's wrong?' he asked, noting how dilated House's pupils were.
'Can't figure out if Amber is the devil, or if Foreman is,' House replied. 'Do you know, Wilson?'
Wilson just laughed and shook his head. 'Haven't a clue.'
06. After correctly diagnosing the high morgue cosmetician, and making it through another round of House's elimination, Amber and Taub decided to go out and celebrate. They had just intended on grabbing one drink and calling it a night, but one drink lead to two, lead to three, lead to a stray kiss or two.
The inebriated celebration that followed later on at Amber's apartment wasn't exactly what they had in mind, but it was definitely a lot more fun, and if they celebrated again after work the next day, well, they were just really glad to still have that job.
07. House barged into Wilson's office around noon, stole some files off his desk, and exited without any sort of explanation as to what he was up to.
Wilson rubbed the bridge of his nose and got up, intent on tracking down his stolen paperwork.
He checked House's office. Nothing. He checked the clinic. No sign of him. He went back into his office, just to make sure, but nope, no House there.
He finally found the files on the roof, along with a small package and a card that read Happy Birthday, Wilson. He rolled his eyes and grinned.
08. Wilson made House macadamia nut pancakes for breakfast that morning. House was a bit suspicious, but he wasn't going to question it, and he gladly accepted them.
When it came time for House to avoid clinic duty, he was told by Evil Nurse Brenda his hours for the day were already taken care of. She also requested he stay, but he didn't accept that offer.
Around lunchtime, House found a sandwich and chips in his office. For dinner, Wilson grilled up some steaks.
Wilson never actually said, 'Happy Birthday,' but House got the point.
09. 'So, you're how old now? 18? 19?' House stuck his tongue out at Amber. He was a little drunk, and she was a little drunk, and things were alright, right now.
'21. I can finally drink now, yay me.' She raised her glass to House. 'Why are you here anyway?'
'Wilson has to stay with some dying patient tonight, so I have nobody to pester, and I am in a very pestering mood right now.'
Amber laughed a little. 'And I'm worthy of your pestering?'
House shrugged. 'Don't get used to it.'
'I didn't plan on it.'
10. Wilson came home the morning after Amber's birthday, feeling awful for missing it, but also really just wanting to get in bed and deal with feeling awful later. He quietly opened the front door, in case Amber was still sleeping. On his way to the bedroom, his eye caught sight of two figures on the couch.
House was slumped over sideways against the armrest, empty beer bottle in hand. Amber was next to him, pressed against his side, head resting on his shoulder.
Wilson smiled and went to get a blanket for them. He took a photograph, for good measure.
11. 'You met that Amber Volakis chick yet?' Chase asked Cameron that night during dinner.
'The blonde one?' Cameron asked, continuing when Chase nodded. 'Oh yeah, I've met her. Really determined, that one.'
'House likes that, he'll hire her.' Chase was fairly certain he would, anyway.
Cameron shook her head. 'He might not, don't know if he can stand people with egos as big as his.'
'He hired Foreman,' was Chase's reply.
Cameron laughed. 'That is very true. She's got nice hair, too.'
'Which means...?' Chase asked, confused.
'Well, that's why he hired you, isn't it?'
12. 'Thirteen, do you remember where I parked my car?' Kutner had been looking for it everywhere. It wasn't where he usually parked it, it wasn't where he usually didn't park it, and he was beginning to think it had been stolen or something. Thirteen just raised an eyebrow at him. '...What?'
'I am assuming it is at your apartment,' she said. 'Seeing as I drove you to work this morning.'
Kutner looked confused for a moment, before realisation dawned on him. 'Oh yeah! You did!'
Thirteen rolled her eyes, just a bit. 'Come on, let's go.'
13. House had yet to catch Kutner and Thirteen in a janitor's closet (not that he thought he would, they were far more discreet than that), but he was still convinced that they were sleeping together, nonetheless.
'Well, speak of the devil,' he said when both Kutner and Thirteen arrived at work. 'Is the sex really all that good?' he mock-whispered to Thirteen.
'The best,' she said dryly, going over to the coffee maker to get herself a cup.
'Hey...' Kutner looked quite confused.
House patted Kutner on the shoulder. 'Don't worry, man, it's probably nothing against you.'
14. Thirteen couldn't help but think that Kutner was just a tad bit odd, the first time she met him. She later realised that this first assumption was entirely true, but it wasn't bad, and it didn't hinder any sort of 'friendship' that formed between the two of them.
Kutner thought the same of Thirteen. He thought it bizarre how secretive she always was, how she wouldn't even tell anybody her name. She got weirder and weirder as he got to know her better, but he himself was just a little bit weird, so he didn't really mind all that much.
15. 'So, are you old enough to get the pop culture references I make yet?' House asked Thirteen one morning, in place of a normal greeting.
'Nope, but I'm one year closer to that outcome.' Thirteen said. 'That good enough?'
'Wait...' Kutner said. 'It's your birthday?'
'No,' Thirteen said.
'It was her birthday twenty-nine years ago,' House added.
'Oh, okay...' Kutner looked confused for a moment, but then he perked up a bit. 'I'll have to get you a present!'
House sighed and shook his head. 'I don't know why I bother with you children.'
16. Kutner entered the diagnostics conference room the morning of his birthday, a slight spring in his step. He knew House wouldn't come out and wish him a 'happy birthday', but he assumed he'd make a comment, as he had done with Thirteen, to acknowledge Kutner's birthday. House wasn't there yet, so Kutner sat down and waited.
'Morning, chickadees,' House said later, when he finally showed up. Thirteen, Kutner, and Taub all chorused a, 'Hello,' and Foreman gave a nod of his head.
House never made the awaited comment, but Kutner tried to not get too down about it.
17. 'That character kind of looks like you, you know.'
'He does not.' House sighed. He'd had this argument with Wilson before.
'No, really, he does. Almost exactly like you, it is rather scary. He's clean shaven, though.' Wilson pointed at the television screen, where the character in question currently was.
'I am not seeing it.'
'How can you not! Just look, the resemblance is eerie.' Wilson once again pointed at the screen, in an over-dramatic sort of way.
'Wilson, I am sick of arguing over this,' House said. 'For the last time, Prince George looks absolutely nothing like me.'
18. When House needed to unwind, calm down, just get away from the world for awhile, he played his piano. His hands gliding efficiently over the keys provided temporary reprieve from whatever it was that was troubling his mind. He could let out a little frustration with the music, give his thoughts some rest.
When Wilson was in need of a break, some time to just relax, he listened to House play his piano (when House would let him, that is). House looked so at ease sitting there, so well-rested, that Wilson couldn't help but to also feel at ease.
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*mems*
10 & 11
AWESOMENESS
Thanks for posting!
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Even though I just literally told you that, I'll say it again! :)
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Also Amber/Taub used to be my secret 'ship (http://deelaundry.livejournal.com/82460.html) (before the awesomeness of Amber/Wilson), so #6 is another fave.
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Haha, Amber/Taub has totally been my not-so-secret ship since... forever. It is good times. =)
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(Anonymous) 2008-06-29 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)'Which means...?' Chase asked, confused.
'Well, that's why he hired you, isn't it?'
I think I liked this one best x)
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