Um, yeah, I don't know, either.
I really wanted to write 13/Chase porn, but this came out instead:
Disclaimer: Universal Television, Fox Network, David Shore & company own all. I'm just borrowing.
Fandom: House
Title: Maybe California
Rating: PG
Word Count: 891 words
Summary: "Rachel, I'm not your father." "I know that. But my mother loved you once. You were an important part of her life. You can't just take a bunch of pills to make that go away."
Rachel balls her hands into fists to keep them from shaking as she hands the envelope to Arlene. "Open it, Nana. Don't read it out loud." Arlene Cuddy sets the envelope down on the coffee table and takes a sip of her iced tea. "Rachel, you should wait for your mother. This is a big moment."
"Right," Rachel snaps without meaning to, reaching for the letter. "My entire life is about to change and this is all about her." The keys jingle in the door and Rachel stuffs the letter behind her, moving it out of her grandmother's reach as Arlene grabs for it. "Nana, don't. I told you-,"
"Hey, you two, I'm back," Lisa calls as she walks into the foyer. "Can I get a hand with these groceries? Who won Scrabble?" Rachel tucks the letter into the pocket of her sweatshirt, making her way into the kitchen. "It was close, but Nana did. Do you need any help with dinner?" Lisa opens the refrigerator and starts retrieving items for a salad. "Sure, sweetie. Chicken pot pie from Boston Market, your favorite."
Arlene makes a slight squeaking noise from behind her and Rachel turns around and gives her a look. "Nana, stop." Her grandmother shrugs out of her velour running jacket, sitting down at the kitchen table. "What happened, Lisa? You used to cook all the time when Rachel was a kid. Now it's 'here you go, honey, here's twenty dollars for a pizza'. High blood pressure runs in my family, you know." Lisa tucks her hair into a ponytail, removing her blazer and setting it on a chair.
"Mom, you never met a carb you didn't like. So, what's it going to be, sweetie? Rhode Island, or Ann Arbor? We should start planning-," Rachel busies herself with plates and cutlery, not meeting her mother's eyes. "I don't know yet. I'm still....deciding." "Rach, we talked about this," Lisa reminds her, placing the salad in the middle of the table. "The West Coast is not an option for you. I'm not going to have you out there in another timezone. I don't know why you're still dead-set on UCLA."
"You know why!" Rachel erupts suddenly, smoothing the placemat underneath her fingers. "I want to find him! Just because you cut him out of your life-," There's a flash in Lisa's eyes and Arlene reaches for her glass of iced tea, making her way to the island in the corner. "Let's get started on that salad, huh? Your mom got those garlic croutons, Rachel."
"Ma, stop with the salad," Lisa mutters, tossing a bag of tomatoes and a cucumber on the counter as she preheats the oven. She doesn't look at Rachel, busying herself with the task of preparing the meal. The three women work in silence for a while, cutting and chopping and heating. Finally, they are all seated at the table and Lisa raises her eyes to meet her daughter. "I did not cut House out of my life," she says with a slight smile, bitter and wistful all at the same time. "He walked away from me a long time ago. You were just a kid, you don't understand how it was, Rach."
"Then tell me!" Rachel snaps, taking a deep breath and chewing her salad. Remembering when she would come home from school when she was a child and find House in the kitchen, making tomato sauce. How after a while, the stuff in the jar just didn't cut it anymore. How he taught her to ride a bike.....
"If you get into UCLA, what do you think is going to happen?" Lisa continues, reaching into the fridge for the wine and retrieving a glass from the cupboard. "Do you think you're just going to run into him on the beach and catch up on old times? He was a brilliant doctor, but a horrible human being." She hears the pop of the cork and sees Arlene raising a glass of wine to her lips. "Mother. Dr. Naylor says you shouldn't drink on those new blood pressure meds."
Arlene swallows the mouthful of wine, holding up her glass. "Shouldn't, honey. Didn't say can't. If Rachel wants to go to California, then she should go. And you should let her. Just because you stopped living your life doesn't mean she should do the same." The silverware clatters and Lisa pauses, looking up at them. "Mother. I love you. Butt. Out." Rachel moves her dinner around on her plate, barely tasting the pot pie.
"I don't know what's going to happen," she replies. "Nana's right. All you do is work. When is the last time you had a date?" "James Wilson and I go out every week!" Lisa protests, taking a sip of her wine. "We go to museums, we go to the orchestra! He's mature! Cultured!" "He's also been married to Aunt Sam forever," Rachel reminds her. "Uncle James doesn't count. A real date. With a man?" "It's been....a while," Lisa admits. "But I love my job. I love my life, I love my family. I don't need a man to feel secure. Haven't I always tried to teach you that? What's so important that you need to go to California to find it?" House, Rachel thinks, but she doesn't say it out loud. "Answers," she finally says.
Disclaimer: Universal Television, Fox Network, David Shore & company own all. I'm just borrowing.
Fandom: House
Title: Maybe California
Rating: PG
Word Count: 891 words
Summary: "Rachel, I'm not your father." "I know that. But my mother loved you once. You were an important part of her life. You can't just take a bunch of pills to make that go away."
Rachel balls her hands into fists to keep them from shaking as she hands the envelope to Arlene. "Open it, Nana. Don't read it out loud." Arlene Cuddy sets the envelope down on the coffee table and takes a sip of her iced tea. "Rachel, you should wait for your mother. This is a big moment."
"Right," Rachel snaps without meaning to, reaching for the letter. "My entire life is about to change and this is all about her." The keys jingle in the door and Rachel stuffs the letter behind her, moving it out of her grandmother's reach as Arlene grabs for it. "Nana, don't. I told you-,"
"Hey, you two, I'm back," Lisa calls as she walks into the foyer. "Can I get a hand with these groceries? Who won Scrabble?" Rachel tucks the letter into the pocket of her sweatshirt, making her way into the kitchen. "It was close, but Nana did. Do you need any help with dinner?" Lisa opens the refrigerator and starts retrieving items for a salad. "Sure, sweetie. Chicken pot pie from Boston Market, your favorite."
Arlene makes a slight squeaking noise from behind her and Rachel turns around and gives her a look. "Nana, stop." Her grandmother shrugs out of her velour running jacket, sitting down at the kitchen table. "What happened, Lisa? You used to cook all the time when Rachel was a kid. Now it's 'here you go, honey, here's twenty dollars for a pizza'. High blood pressure runs in my family, you know." Lisa tucks her hair into a ponytail, removing her blazer and setting it on a chair.
"Mom, you never met a carb you didn't like. So, what's it going to be, sweetie? Rhode Island, or Ann Arbor? We should start planning-," Rachel busies herself with plates and cutlery, not meeting her mother's eyes. "I don't know yet. I'm still....deciding." "Rach, we talked about this," Lisa reminds her, placing the salad in the middle of the table. "The West Coast is not an option for you. I'm not going to have you out there in another timezone. I don't know why you're still dead-set on UCLA."
"You know why!" Rachel erupts suddenly, smoothing the placemat underneath her fingers. "I want to find him! Just because you cut him out of your life-," There's a flash in Lisa's eyes and Arlene reaches for her glass of iced tea, making her way to the island in the corner. "Let's get started on that salad, huh? Your mom got those garlic croutons, Rachel."
"Ma, stop with the salad," Lisa mutters, tossing a bag of tomatoes and a cucumber on the counter as she preheats the oven. She doesn't look at Rachel, busying herself with the task of preparing the meal. The three women work in silence for a while, cutting and chopping and heating. Finally, they are all seated at the table and Lisa raises her eyes to meet her daughter. "I did not cut House out of my life," she says with a slight smile, bitter and wistful all at the same time. "He walked away from me a long time ago. You were just a kid, you don't understand how it was, Rach."
"Then tell me!" Rachel snaps, taking a deep breath and chewing her salad. Remembering when she would come home from school when she was a child and find House in the kitchen, making tomato sauce. How after a while, the stuff in the jar just didn't cut it anymore. How he taught her to ride a bike.....
"If you get into UCLA, what do you think is going to happen?" Lisa continues, reaching into the fridge for the wine and retrieving a glass from the cupboard. "Do you think you're just going to run into him on the beach and catch up on old times? He was a brilliant doctor, but a horrible human being." She hears the pop of the cork and sees Arlene raising a glass of wine to her lips. "Mother. Dr. Naylor says you shouldn't drink on those new blood pressure meds."
Arlene swallows the mouthful of wine, holding up her glass. "Shouldn't, honey. Didn't say can't. If Rachel wants to go to California, then she should go. And you should let her. Just because you stopped living your life doesn't mean she should do the same." The silverware clatters and Lisa pauses, looking up at them. "Mother. I love you. Butt. Out." Rachel moves her dinner around on her plate, barely tasting the pot pie.
"I don't know what's going to happen," she replies. "Nana's right. All you do is work. When is the last time you had a date?" "James Wilson and I go out every week!" Lisa protests, taking a sip of her wine. "We go to museums, we go to the orchestra! He's mature! Cultured!" "He's also been married to Aunt Sam forever," Rachel reminds her. "Uncle James doesn't count. A real date. With a man?" "It's been....a while," Lisa admits. "But I love my job. I love my life, I love my family. I don't need a man to feel secure. Haven't I always tried to teach you that? What's so important that you need to go to California to find it?" House, Rachel thinks, but she doesn't say it out loud. "Answers," she finally says.