"Gestation fic part one
Gestation
a House/Entourage AU starting after Queens Boulevard
"So, are you,like, absolutely sure?"He was cute, as always, but Cuddy found herself hoping their child would inherit her ability with language.Although it was crazy to think movie-star teenspeak would be inheritable, wasn't it?
"I am a doctor, Vincent. And I took a few extra tests to make sure. Absolutely."She found herself leaning on that last word and she wondered if the hormones were making her bitchy already. Luckily Vince was sort of immune to subtext. At least of the non-erotic variety.
"Yeah, I know. Stupid question..But I had to ask, right? It's the first thing E's gonna say, for one. But I should have known you'd think of everything...how many extra tests?"
There was no way to make this sound casual, but Lisa still tried. "Oh, not that many...just four. "
"Four?" He sounded amused rather than offended. Lisa hoped the baby got that, too.But her eyebrows.
"Well, I had to be sure...just three store tests and then I checked with one of my...girls at Cedars."
"Oh, great...you should just take out an ad on TMZ. and you know they hate me, anyway."
"Not unless they have a reason to look for Daisy Buchanan's pregnancy test."
"Who's she?"
"Me. And a character in The Great Gatsby...English, tenth grade?"
"Robert Redford's in the movie, right?"
"Yeah...don't tell me you got hand-jobs from your English teacher, too!"
"No, just Spanish. She still sends me Christmas cards. So, should I start rounding up pickles and ice cream now?"
"No...great as that thought is, sweetie, I think I should let things mellow out in there right now."
"Sure, but say the word and it's yours...Drama'll be at fuckin' defcon 7 making you eat your veggies and shit, Lisa. It'll work out."
Oy. Drama. Lisa took a deep breath. At least with Drama in and out, there would be someone else around who knew that "folic acid" wasn't an Eastern bloc NBA prospect. And he would try his damnedest to be helpful at all times. But the fact remained that Cuddy would have a shadow with a deepseated wish for calf implants.
This was a thought that already had the potential to make her wake up screaming. Lisa took a last sip of water and put the empty glass down with a clatter in the sudden silence. She reached for some unused store of working-with-House diplomacy and said "It's okay with me if you don't want to tell Drama right away. I know he's stressing about the auditions and all that. I don't want to put him out."
"Not tell him? Oh, he'll be glad to be an Uncle...check it out. Uncle Drama. Unless you think he'll be all weird about feeling old and all of his 'dust in the wind' emo crap."
"Could be," Lisa suggested, and hated herself. But she needed at least a week before hearing all his theories about pregnancies in many lands or reading to her belly in French, or whatever Drama-thing he would come up with.
a House/Entourage AU starting after Queens Boulevard
"So, are you,like, absolutely sure?"He was cute, as always, but Cuddy found herself hoping their child would inherit her ability with language.Although it was crazy to think movie-star teenspeak would be inheritable, wasn't it?
"I am a doctor, Vincent. And I took a few extra tests to make sure. Absolutely."She found herself leaning on that last word and she wondered if the hormones were making her bitchy already. Luckily Vince was sort of immune to subtext. At least of the non-erotic variety.
"Yeah, I know. Stupid question..But I had to ask, right? It's the first thing E's gonna say, for one. But I should have known you'd think of everything...how many extra tests?"
There was no way to make this sound casual, but Lisa still tried. "Oh, not that many...just four. "
"Four?" He sounded amused rather than offended. Lisa hoped the baby got that, too.But her eyebrows.
"Well, I had to be sure...just three store tests and then I checked with one of my...girls at Cedars."
"Oh, great...you should just take out an ad on TMZ. and you know they hate me, anyway."
"Not unless they have a reason to look for Daisy Buchanan's pregnancy test."
"Who's she?"
"Me. And a character in The Great Gatsby...English, tenth grade?"
"Robert Redford's in the movie, right?"
"Yeah...don't tell me you got hand-jobs from your English teacher, too!"
"No, just Spanish. She still sends me Christmas cards. So, should I start rounding up pickles and ice cream now?"
"No...great as that thought is, sweetie, I think I should let things mellow out in there right now."
"Sure, but say the word and it's yours...Drama'll be at fuckin' defcon 7 making you eat your veggies and shit, Lisa. It'll work out."
Oy. Drama. Lisa took a deep breath. At least with Drama in and out, there would be someone else around who knew that "folic acid" wasn't an Eastern bloc NBA prospect. And he would try his damnedest to be helpful at all times. But the fact remained that Cuddy would have a shadow with a deepseated wish for calf implants.
This was a thought that already had the potential to make her wake up screaming. Lisa took a last sip of water and put the empty glass down with a clatter in the sudden silence. She reached for some unused store of working-with-House diplomacy and said "It's okay with me if you don't want to tell Drama right away. I know he's stressing about the auditions and all that. I don't want to put him out."
"Not tell him? Oh, he'll be glad to be an Uncle...check it out. Uncle Drama. Unless you think he'll be all weird about feeling old and all of his 'dust in the wind' emo crap."
"Could be," Lisa suggested, and hated herself. But she needed at least a week before hearing all his theories about pregnancies in many lands or reading to her belly in French, or whatever Drama-thing he would come up with.