Belated Chrisse/New Year Pressie for all!
Well, it's just turned 2008 here and I hope that you all have a great New Year and may 2008 bring you all love and happiness and hopefully more H/C moments on the horizon! fingers crossed!!
This little fic was originally written for the House/Cameron secret santa fic challenge, but when writing it I couldn’t fit all of the criteria in needed for the challenge. But I didn’t want this one to go to waste so here it is. I hope you like it. It’s un-beta’d, everyone’s so busy I didn’t want to burden any one so if there are any mistakes just let me know!
Well, where ever you are I hope you have a Happy New Year! I hope you have a good one! And have a drink for me!!
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Spying doctors walking down a corridor in a busy hospital is nothing new.
Seeing doctors walking down the corridor with a limp and a cane; well that is a bit odd but not entirely out of the question.
But seeing a doctor walking down the corridor with a limp and cane that was decorated with red and silver tinsel was a little out of the ordinary especially with a suspicious tinkle as he walked.
He drew stares from everyone he passed. Snickers from nurses, full out laughs from doctors he despised and gawks from patients he had little time for.
This doctor was on a mission.
A mission to seek the perpetrator who had defiled his beloved cane.
Word had obviously spread fast people were actually anticipating his arrival.
A round of applause slowly started as he approached the fourth floor nurses station, a group of the offending species gathered clapping and singing ‘Jingle Bells’. He spotted a pair of friendlier eyes, someone he had hoped to garner some sort of caring sympathy.
“Hey House. Nice cane.”
Obviously he was wrong.
“Shut. Up. Don’t you have a bald kid to cure,” House snarked with extra venom.
“Oohh extra nasty. You do realise that Santa has time to put you on the naughty list?”
House continued walking, his friend keeping up with him easily despite his fast limp. Suddenly he came to a halt in the middle of the busy corridor.
“Now correct me if I’m wrong. That prescription you asked me to write out for you. Was that for antidepressants or was that for Viagra? You know being a doctor and all I get so soo muddled,” he scoffed before resuming his original path down the corridor.
“Ok, Ok, I get it. You’re pissed.” Wilson’s hands were up in surrender.
“Of course I’m pissed. Look at what one of those little creeps did to my cane while I was asleep and someone knows about it. When I find them they’ll….they’ll….argh,” he said stopping once again and holding the offending item in front of his friends face.
Wilson had to hold in a snicker. It was quite the sight, red and silver tinsel wound its way from base to tip, the top of cane which sported a garish red bow with several gold bells nestled in the folds. Someone had obviously had a ball getting back at him for something he had done; unfortunately the list containing a possible culprit was long, very long. Wilson just hoped they could run fast.
House’s mouth opened, ready to spew forth the resulting punishment the offender would be privileged to once he had hold of the mongrel.
“House. How nice of you to spread a little Christmas cheer over the hospital,” her overtly high voice seemed to grate on his mind causing his shoulders to slump significantly. There was no way he could hide from Mrs Grinch now.
“Dr Cuddy you’re looking rather fetching today. To what do I owe this displeasure on this fine December morn?” House piled on the charm.
“Well, since you asked,” she smiled sweetly, “the clinic is in need of your special holiday charm. So if you could kindly make your way to the clinic. Now!” her face losing the sweetness it held moments ago.
She patted House condescendingly on the shoulder before turning back the way she came.
“Oh, Dr Wilson?” Wilson’s head shot up at hearing her voice. “I noticed that you are lacking in your clinic hours too, so if you could kindly follow Dr House, I’m sure there’s a clinic room waiting for you too.”
Wilson stood in stunned silence listening to the sound of her retreating heels. He was only pulled out of his stupor when House slugged him on the shoulder.
“And you’re sleep with that thing?” House was horrified, to think that Wilson, his best bud would stoop so low and fraternize with the enemy.
“Yeah, I do don’t I,” Wilson sighed in wonder, watching her shapely body saunter down the hall wearing a pair of tight black slacks, he was never so glad that her lab coat had been spoiled by a young child eating too much candy. Those things never ever tasted as good on the return.
“You know there’s something that I never noticed about Cuddy before now,” tilting his head to the side.
“Hmmm,” Wilson was still daydreaming about the woman in question.
“Have to you noticed that Cuddy’s rear looks like two dogs struggling to get free from a hessian bag?”
“House!”
“What? It’s true!”
“Just because you’re girlfriend is extremely smart and is a perfect ten! We all can’t be that lucky,” Wilson stormed off in the direction of the clinic leaving House standing in the middle of the corridor with his Christmas cane and jingling bells thinking. She really is a perfect ten!
Then something clicked into place. He knew who the culprit was.
This little fic was originally written for the House/Cameron secret santa fic challenge, but when writing it I couldn’t fit all of the criteria in needed for the challenge. But I didn’t want this one to go to waste so here it is. I hope you like it. It’s un-beta’d, everyone’s so busy I didn’t want to burden any one so if there are any mistakes just let me know!
Well, where ever you are I hope you have a Happy New Year! I hope you have a good one! And have a drink for me!!
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Spying doctors walking down a corridor in a busy hospital is nothing new.
Seeing doctors walking down the corridor with a limp and a cane; well that is a bit odd but not entirely out of the question.
But seeing a doctor walking down the corridor with a limp and cane that was decorated with red and silver tinsel was a little out of the ordinary especially with a suspicious tinkle as he walked.
He drew stares from everyone he passed. Snickers from nurses, full out laughs from doctors he despised and gawks from patients he had little time for.
This doctor was on a mission.
A mission to seek the perpetrator who had defiled his beloved cane.
Word had obviously spread fast people were actually anticipating his arrival.
A round of applause slowly started as he approached the fourth floor nurses station, a group of the offending species gathered clapping and singing ‘Jingle Bells’. He spotted a pair of friendlier eyes, someone he had hoped to garner some sort of caring sympathy.
“Hey House. Nice cane.”
Obviously he was wrong.
“Shut. Up. Don’t you have a bald kid to cure,” House snarked with extra venom.
“Oohh extra nasty. You do realise that Santa has time to put you on the naughty list?”
House continued walking, his friend keeping up with him easily despite his fast limp. Suddenly he came to a halt in the middle of the busy corridor.
“Now correct me if I’m wrong. That prescription you asked me to write out for you. Was that for antidepressants or was that for Viagra? You know being a doctor and all I get so soo muddled,” he scoffed before resuming his original path down the corridor.
“Ok, Ok, I get it. You’re pissed.” Wilson’s hands were up in surrender.
“Of course I’m pissed. Look at what one of those little creeps did to my cane while I was asleep and someone knows about it. When I find them they’ll….they’ll….argh,” he said stopping once again and holding the offending item in front of his friends face.
Wilson had to hold in a snicker. It was quite the sight, red and silver tinsel wound its way from base to tip, the top of cane which sported a garish red bow with several gold bells nestled in the folds. Someone had obviously had a ball getting back at him for something he had done; unfortunately the list containing a possible culprit was long, very long. Wilson just hoped they could run fast.
House’s mouth opened, ready to spew forth the resulting punishment the offender would be privileged to once he had hold of the mongrel.
“House. How nice of you to spread a little Christmas cheer over the hospital,” her overtly high voice seemed to grate on his mind causing his shoulders to slump significantly. There was no way he could hide from Mrs Grinch now.
“Dr Cuddy you’re looking rather fetching today. To what do I owe this displeasure on this fine December morn?” House piled on the charm.
“Well, since you asked,” she smiled sweetly, “the clinic is in need of your special holiday charm. So if you could kindly make your way to the clinic. Now!” her face losing the sweetness it held moments ago.
She patted House condescendingly on the shoulder before turning back the way she came.
“Oh, Dr Wilson?” Wilson’s head shot up at hearing her voice. “I noticed that you are lacking in your clinic hours too, so if you could kindly follow Dr House, I’m sure there’s a clinic room waiting for you too.”
Wilson stood in stunned silence listening to the sound of her retreating heels. He was only pulled out of his stupor when House slugged him on the shoulder.
“And you’re sleep with that thing?” House was horrified, to think that Wilson, his best bud would stoop so low and fraternize with the enemy.
“Yeah, I do don’t I,” Wilson sighed in wonder, watching her shapely body saunter down the hall wearing a pair of tight black slacks, he was never so glad that her lab coat had been spoiled by a young child eating too much candy. Those things never ever tasted as good on the return.
“You know there’s something that I never noticed about Cuddy before now,” tilting his head to the side.
“Hmmm,” Wilson was still daydreaming about the woman in question.
“Have to you noticed that Cuddy’s rear looks like two dogs struggling to get free from a hessian bag?”
“House!”
“What? It’s true!”
“Just because you’re girlfriend is extremely smart and is a perfect ten! We all can’t be that lucky,” Wilson stormed off in the direction of the clinic leaving House standing in the middle of the corridor with his Christmas cane and jingling bells thinking. She really is a perfect ten!
Then something clicked into place. He knew who the culprit was.