A Tale by the Sisters Hameron ~ Book 2 - Chapter 15
Title: A Tale by the Sisters Hameron ~ Book 2
Chapter: 15 of 20
Authors: jellybean728 and daisyb10
Rating: Suitable for Teens. 13 years +
Pairings: House/Cameron, Wilson/Cuddy
Summary: A Housian adaptation of Shrek 2.
Disclaimer: We do not own House, M.D., Shrek, or any of their characters, nor do we profit from this story.
Chapter 15: A Change of Heart
Dr. Amber Volakis shut down her laptop and sighed with satisfaction at her day’s accomplishments.
This heady glimpse into House's research had convinced her, beyond a shadow of a doubt that her destiny lay in the CRIPPLED lab.
“Hey, Amber, Extratainment Tonight’s on. The rest of the gang’s upstairs already. Are you ready to call it a night?” Cole asked, popping his head in the door. “I’m almost done.” The sultry blonde smiled at her colleague. “Where’s Henry?”
“He’s just locking up and activating the security system.” Cole tapped his fingernails impatiently on the doorframe while Amber hung up her lab coat and turned off the lights. “Let’s not keep the man waiting.”
“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Henry began, as the threesome stepped inside the elevator for the short ride up to CRIPPLED’s second floor loft. “I don’t think House and Cameron would like the idea of us having a party in their bedroom.”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” Cole said, following the chatter of their friends into the spacious suite.
“And besides, it’s House’s own fault for having this 70” plasma beauty up here.”
“I agree with Henry. We shouldn’t be here.“
Dr. Doogie Howe sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed and untwisted the cap off his beer.
“At least you guys shouldn’t be here. House and I go waaaay back.”
Dr. Chris Taub dismissed Howe's bravado with a wave of his hand.
“Yea, yea … we all know what good buddies you are with House."
“Did you set the alarm, Henry?” Howe asked, ignoring Taub.
“Yep, all done. House sure is paranoid about his lab,” Henry commented.
Howe ripped open a bag of chips before answering. “Well, if you’d been around when Vogler tried to shut down CRIPPLED and sabotage House’s research, you’d understand his paranoia.”
“Yea, but Vogler’s dead … got another beer?” Taub interjected.
“Medical espionage is big business these days. Here you go …” Howe handed Taub a brewski. “There will always be a Vogler wanting to profit from House’s research. Especially now that the lupus clinical trials are about begin. Hey, guys!”
Doctors Followes and Backman sat next to Howe, laden with buckets of buffalo wings.
“Why would anyone have a television like this in their bedroom?
I mean, after all … House is married to Cameron …” Followes muttered to his pal.
"That's a bachelor's TV," Bachman mused. "I bet it's pre-Cameron.“
“Dibs on the bed!” yelled Cole.
His flying leap, with a mid-air rotation, landed him flat on his back in the middle of the mattress.
Amber plopped on his right. Henry lounged on his left.
“Will somebody please pass me the pizza?” Amber asked.
“I will if I can lie down beside you …” Thirteen offered seductively.
”There’s not a lot of room …” Amber protested.
”In a king-sized bed?” Thirteen snuggled.
“Yea, quit hoggin’ the covers!” Taub complained, settling next to Henry.
“Shut up, you guys! I can’t hear the TV!”
~~~~~
“Extratainment Tonight’s exclusive coverage of The Royal Wooster Wedding Ball will return right after these important messages from our sponsors.”
”I hate these ball shows! They bore me to tears,” Taub groused.
“Hey, Kutner. Flip over to ‘Steal My Fortune’.”
“I’m not flipping anywhere, Mr. Who-died-and-put-you-in-charge,” Dr. Lawrence Kutner mumbled, his mouth stuffed with hot buttered popcorn, "until I see House and Cameron!"
“It’s Princess Allison to you …” Taub snarked.
”Nah, Cameron’s not like that,” munched Kutner. “She’s just one of the guys.”
“Don’t believe that for a sec. Once a princess, always a princess!” Taub declared. ”She’s out of his league.”
“You’re just jealous ‘cause they’re happily married and you’re not!” Kutner zinged with a self-satisfied smile.
“Nice one, Larry … Good shot, Kutner!“ murmured the gang.
“Harumph … “ grumped Taub. “What do you know about marriage, anyway? Whizzies on you guys!”
“Whizzies? What the hell are whizzies?” Followes spluttered.
“Put a sock in it, Dan, and pass me some wings!”
Taub peered over the end of the bed. “No, not those! I want suicide wings, not honey-garlic! It’s the bucket on Backman’s left.”
Bachman reached to his right. “No, your left!” Taub yelled.
“How’d you ever make it through med school, you idiot? And Kutner, give me the remote!”
Kutner aimlessly flung the remote at Taub.
“Owwwww!!”
Taub rubbed his head with disgust as everyone dissolved into giggles.
“Like I said …Whizzies on you guys!”
~~~~~
“Tonight on“BOBBIES” …”
“Now here’s a good show!” Taub sat up enthusiastically.
“This is Constable Oates, live from Cape Wooster. We’ve taken the hand-off from the FG’s Factory Guards. The suspect, Dr. Gregory House, is traveling at a high rate of speed in the westbound lanes of The King’s Highway in a black Mercedes CLK convertible with his nefarious accomplices, Dr. James Wilson and Dr. Eric Foreman. Requesting back-up.”
The Cape Wooster Police Department’s eye-in-the-sky, Chopper One, shadowed the Merc as itswerved through six lanes of rush-hour traffic.
“These delusional docs are gonna learn that their pilfering pranks won’t fly on my turf!” Oates threatened.
House, Wilson and Foreman sped towards the palace with CWPD’s finest in hot pursuit, but as House rounded a blind curve and slammed on his brakes, the Merc spun into a wall, and they were surrounded by cops.
“Get outta the car, pretty boy!” growled a big lug, as they pounced all over Wilson.
“Hey, watch the hair!“ warned Wilson. “Look, you’ve got dirt on my jumpsuit! Police brutality!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“I have to talk to Princess Allison!” House begged, as he struggled to free himself from his captors.
“If you don’t cooperate, House, I’ll be forced to use this pepper spray!” threatened a goon wielding a gigantic pepper mill.
“Surely you jest, my good man,” reasoned House.
“I never jest!” the goon grumbled, “Whatever ‘jest’ means … you asked for it!”
He proceeded to shower House with freshly-ground pepper.
“Ow …ow … that stings …”
“Now here’s a feisty feline …” Oates chuckled.
The camera panned over to Foreman, fearlessly fighting his foes.
“You capitalist pig dogs!
Foreman was pinned to a wall and thoroughly searched.
”Look what I found?” A lumbering giant waved a small bag at the TV camera.
”It’s Catnip! You’re lookin’ at ten years in the slammer for possession of a hallucinogenic!”
“I swear it’s not mine …” cried Foreman.
“Find Princess Allison!” House cried, as he was unceremoniously dumped into the paddy wagon with Wilson and Foreman.
“Tell her House … I’m her husband, House!”
The camera froze on House’s face.
Kutner jumped to his feet. “Quick, Taub! Rewind it!”
“I’m her husband, House!”
The doctors stared at each other in slack-jawed horror.
~~~~~~
The kitchen was bathed in moonlight as John House prepared two cups of tea. He hesitated, weighing his options, before uncorking the pink bottle that sat by the tray.
Slowly … and sadly … he released its contents.
A plume of heart-shaped steam arose from the cup, then disintegrated into fairy dust to taint the brew.
Knock, knock, knock ….
“Lord General? This is a surprise.” Cameron turned from the window of the turreted tower.
“A pleasant one, I hope, “ John said, setting his tray on the windowsill. “I thought perhaps you’d enjoy having a nice hot cup of tea with me.”
“Where’s Lady Blythe? You normally take your tea with her this time each night,”
Cameron asked, slightly puzzled.
“You’re very observant, my dear, but the fact of the matter is … I’ve been abandoned by my wife. She’s off attending to some last minute details with the caterers and I can’t find her anywhere. So, will you take pity on a lonely old man?” John asked, mustering all his charm.
“Of course I will, Da.. Lord General. Thank you.” Cameron looked out the window. “I’ve been watching the guests arrive.”
“Speaking of guests,” John joined Cameron at the window. “I was sorry to hear that King Harold and Queen Lillian were unable to attend tonight’s ball.”
“My father is not well, Lord General, and cannot travel,” Cameron said sadly, as she looked at the beaded white gown on its dressmaker’s form. “But I’m not going, anyway.”
“But you must go, Princess Allison. The whole kingdom’s turned out to celebrate your marriage to my son.”
Cameron’s eyes met John’s.
“There’s just one problem, Lord General. That man …” Cameron motioned to Chase. “That’s not my husband.”
John followed her gaze to the red carpet where Chase was working the crowd into a hysterical frenzy. “Just look at him …”
“Gregory may not seem like himself,” John agreed, “but people do make changes for the ones they love. If you only knew how I changed for Lady Blythe …”
“Greg hasn’t changed, Lord General … he’s lost his mind!” Cameron cried.
“Perhaps, you could give him another chance, Princess Allison,” coaxed John.
“Maybe you’ll like this new Gregory … I mean, anything has be an improvement on the old one …” John squirmed.
“But I love the old Greg.”
Cameron reached for a cup of tea.
“I’d do anything to have him back.”
In that split second, John House, knew what he must do.
“Princess Allison, that’s mine. It’s decaf,” he said, taking the cup from Cameron’s hand.
“Otherwise, I’m up all night. This one’s yours.”
Cameron took a sip of the soothing tea and smiled at her father-in-law.
“Thanks … Dad.”
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Chapter: 15 of 20
Authors: jellybean728 and daisyb10
Rating: Suitable for Teens. 13 years +
Pairings: House/Cameron, Wilson/Cuddy
Summary: A Housian adaptation of Shrek 2.
Disclaimer: We do not own House, M.D., Shrek, or any of their characters, nor do we profit from this story.
Chapter 15: A Change of Heart
Dr. Amber Volakis shut down her laptop and sighed with satisfaction at her day’s accomplishments.
This heady glimpse into House's research had convinced her, beyond a shadow of a doubt that her destiny lay in the CRIPPLED lab.
“Hey, Amber, Extratainment Tonight’s on. The rest of the gang’s upstairs already. Are you ready to call it a night?” Cole asked, popping his head in the door. “I’m almost done.” The sultry blonde smiled at her colleague. “Where’s Henry?”
“He’s just locking up and activating the security system.” Cole tapped his fingernails impatiently on the doorframe while Amber hung up her lab coat and turned off the lights. “Let’s not keep the man waiting.”
“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Henry began, as the threesome stepped inside the elevator for the short ride up to CRIPPLED’s second floor loft. “I don’t think House and Cameron would like the idea of us having a party in their bedroom.”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” Cole said, following the chatter of their friends into the spacious suite.
“And besides, it’s House’s own fault for having this 70” plasma beauty up here.”
“I agree with Henry. We shouldn’t be here.“
Dr. Doogie Howe sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed and untwisted the cap off his beer.
“At least you guys shouldn’t be here. House and I go waaaay back.”
Dr. Chris Taub dismissed Howe's bravado with a wave of his hand.
“Yea, yea … we all know what good buddies you are with House."
“Did you set the alarm, Henry?” Howe asked, ignoring Taub.
“Yep, all done. House sure is paranoid about his lab,” Henry commented.
Howe ripped open a bag of chips before answering. “Well, if you’d been around when Vogler tried to shut down CRIPPLED and sabotage House’s research, you’d understand his paranoia.”
“Yea, but Vogler’s dead … got another beer?” Taub interjected.
“Medical espionage is big business these days. Here you go …” Howe handed Taub a brewski. “There will always be a Vogler wanting to profit from House’s research. Especially now that the lupus clinical trials are about begin. Hey, guys!”
Doctors Followes and Backman sat next to Howe, laden with buckets of buffalo wings.
“Why would anyone have a television like this in their bedroom?
I mean, after all … House is married to Cameron …” Followes muttered to his pal.
"That's a bachelor's TV," Bachman mused. "I bet it's pre-Cameron.“
“Dibs on the bed!” yelled Cole.
His flying leap, with a mid-air rotation, landed him flat on his back in the middle of the mattress.
Amber plopped on his right. Henry lounged on his left.
“Will somebody please pass me the pizza?” Amber asked.
“I will if I can lie down beside you …” Thirteen offered seductively.
”There’s not a lot of room …” Amber protested.
”In a king-sized bed?” Thirteen snuggled.
“Yea, quit hoggin’ the covers!” Taub complained, settling next to Henry.
“Shut up, you guys! I can’t hear the TV!”
~~~~~
“Extratainment Tonight’s exclusive coverage of The Royal Wooster Wedding Ball will return right after these important messages from our sponsors.”
”I hate these ball shows! They bore me to tears,” Taub groused.
“Hey, Kutner. Flip over to ‘Steal My Fortune’.”
“I’m not flipping anywhere, Mr. Who-died-and-put-you-in-charge,” Dr. Lawrence Kutner mumbled, his mouth stuffed with hot buttered popcorn, "until I see House and Cameron!"
“It’s Princess Allison to you …” Taub snarked.
”Nah, Cameron’s not like that,” munched Kutner. “She’s just one of the guys.”
“Don’t believe that for a sec. Once a princess, always a princess!” Taub declared. ”She’s out of his league.”
“You’re just jealous ‘cause they’re happily married and you’re not!” Kutner zinged with a self-satisfied smile.
“Nice one, Larry … Good shot, Kutner!“ murmured the gang.
“Harumph … “ grumped Taub. “What do you know about marriage, anyway? Whizzies on you guys!”
“Whizzies? What the hell are whizzies?” Followes spluttered.
“Put a sock in it, Dan, and pass me some wings!”
Taub peered over the end of the bed. “No, not those! I want suicide wings, not honey-garlic! It’s the bucket on Backman’s left.”
Bachman reached to his right. “No, your left!” Taub yelled.
“How’d you ever make it through med school, you idiot? And Kutner, give me the remote!”
Kutner aimlessly flung the remote at Taub.
“Owwwww!!”
Taub rubbed his head with disgust as everyone dissolved into giggles.
“Like I said …Whizzies on you guys!”
~~~~~
“Tonight on“BOBBIES” …”
“Now here’s a good show!” Taub sat up enthusiastically.
“This is Constable Oates, live from Cape Wooster. We’ve taken the hand-off from the FG’s Factory Guards. The suspect, Dr. Gregory House, is traveling at a high rate of speed in the westbound lanes of The King’s Highway in a black Mercedes CLK convertible with his nefarious accomplices, Dr. James Wilson and Dr. Eric Foreman. Requesting back-up.”
The Cape Wooster Police Department’s eye-in-the-sky, Chopper One, shadowed the Merc as itswerved through six lanes of rush-hour traffic.
“These delusional docs are gonna learn that their pilfering pranks won’t fly on my turf!” Oates threatened.
House, Wilson and Foreman sped towards the palace with CWPD’s finest in hot pursuit, but as House rounded a blind curve and slammed on his brakes, the Merc spun into a wall, and they were surrounded by cops.
“Get outta the car, pretty boy!” growled a big lug, as they pounced all over Wilson.
“Hey, watch the hair!“ warned Wilson. “Look, you’ve got dirt on my jumpsuit! Police brutality!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“I have to talk to Princess Allison!” House begged, as he struggled to free himself from his captors.
“If you don’t cooperate, House, I’ll be forced to use this pepper spray!” threatened a goon wielding a gigantic pepper mill.
“Surely you jest, my good man,” reasoned House.
“I never jest!” the goon grumbled, “Whatever ‘jest’ means … you asked for it!”
He proceeded to shower House with freshly-ground pepper.
“Ow …ow … that stings …”
“Now here’s a feisty feline …” Oates chuckled.
The camera panned over to Foreman, fearlessly fighting his foes.
“You capitalist pig dogs!
Foreman was pinned to a wall and thoroughly searched.
”Look what I found?” A lumbering giant waved a small bag at the TV camera.
”It’s Catnip! You’re lookin’ at ten years in the slammer for possession of a hallucinogenic!”
“I swear it’s not mine …” cried Foreman.
“Find Princess Allison!” House cried, as he was unceremoniously dumped into the paddy wagon with Wilson and Foreman.
“Tell her House … I’m her husband, House!”
The camera froze on House’s face.
Kutner jumped to his feet. “Quick, Taub! Rewind it!”
“I’m her husband, House!”
The doctors stared at each other in slack-jawed horror.
~~~~~~
The kitchen was bathed in moonlight as John House prepared two cups of tea. He hesitated, weighing his options, before uncorking the pink bottle that sat by the tray.
Slowly … and sadly … he released its contents.
A plume of heart-shaped steam arose from the cup, then disintegrated into fairy dust to taint the brew.
Knock, knock, knock ….
“Lord General? This is a surprise.” Cameron turned from the window of the turreted tower.
“A pleasant one, I hope, “ John said, setting his tray on the windowsill. “I thought perhaps you’d enjoy having a nice hot cup of tea with me.”
“Where’s Lady Blythe? You normally take your tea with her this time each night,”
Cameron asked, slightly puzzled.
“You’re very observant, my dear, but the fact of the matter is … I’ve been abandoned by my wife. She’s off attending to some last minute details with the caterers and I can’t find her anywhere. So, will you take pity on a lonely old man?” John asked, mustering all his charm.
“Of course I will, Da.. Lord General. Thank you.” Cameron looked out the window. “I’ve been watching the guests arrive.”
“Speaking of guests,” John joined Cameron at the window. “I was sorry to hear that King Harold and Queen Lillian were unable to attend tonight’s ball.”
“My father is not well, Lord General, and cannot travel,” Cameron said sadly, as she looked at the beaded white gown on its dressmaker’s form. “But I’m not going, anyway.”
“But you must go, Princess Allison. The whole kingdom’s turned out to celebrate your marriage to my son.”
Cameron’s eyes met John’s.
“There’s just one problem, Lord General. That man …” Cameron motioned to Chase. “That’s not my husband.”
John followed her gaze to the red carpet where Chase was working the crowd into a hysterical frenzy. “Just look at him …”
“Gregory may not seem like himself,” John agreed, “but people do make changes for the ones they love. If you only knew how I changed for Lady Blythe …”
“Greg hasn’t changed, Lord General … he’s lost his mind!” Cameron cried.
“Perhaps, you could give him another chance, Princess Allison,” coaxed John.
“Maybe you’ll like this new Gregory … I mean, anything has be an improvement on the old one …” John squirmed.
“But I love the old Greg.”
Cameron reached for a cup of tea.
“I’d do anything to have him back.”
In that split second, John House, knew what he must do.
“Princess Allison, that’s mine. It’s decaf,” he said, taking the cup from Cameron’s hand.
“Otherwise, I’m up all night. This one’s yours.”
Cameron took a sip of the soothing tea and smiled at her father-in-law.
“Thanks … Dad.”
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