Fic
Hi, this is my first foray into this fandom after being a dedicated watcher for the past season.
Title: Some Things Are Meant to Stay Hidden
Author: latara
Pairing: Gen, with some H/W tendencies but in other character's eyes
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: extremely silly? minorly slashy?
Summary: Cameron has secret computer files
Disclaimer: Actually, I own Wilson. But pyro-manical owns House, and I guess David Shore still owns Cameron.
Notes: This is just a silly thing, that was inspired by many things, possibly reading too much house-wilson since graduation. Plus, it inspired the best Clarence Weidman fic ever.
...and the doctor reached for his friend, melting into his kiss. And in this kiss, he found salvation...
Cameron jolted as someone interrupted her reverie. She remembered what it was she was doing, and promptly blushed.
House noticed this. Of course House noticed it, because House lives for moments like this. "What are you doing?" he asked mockingly.
Cameron saw doom before her, and it was limping. "Well, I'm, I have some paperwork."
"Cameron," House sing-songed, "you're lying!"
Cameron panicked, and sent out a last ditch effort to deter him. "Fine, okay! I'm writing an article, not that you care. Won't leave this one on your desk."
House acted as if he didn't hear her, much less care what she said. "Cameron, I already sent back the last three love letters you sent. I'm going to have to take out a restraining order."
Cameron glared.
"I'm going to find out." He began to walk over to the computer. Cameron could have moved to close the window, but she was immobilized. By fear. He leaned over her shoulder and she had a sharp intake of breath.
"Cameron! You're writing porn! And to think, I've been paying for it all this time."
"House," a voice behind him dryly said, because, of course, this could only get worse, "are you harassing people again?"
"She's writing porn!" he snapped back, then reducing his voice to a whisper, "about us."
"It's not porn yet!" Cameron finally exploded.
Wilson's eyes grew wide. "Cameron!"
"It's not about you! I mean, it could be, well, loosely based, but, well, it could be a lot of people..." she trailed off.
"House, you should probably leave her... to her porn," Wilson sighed.
House scoffed. "You're no fun. Don't you want to read it?"
"No, no I really don't." He walked out of the office.
"Is he mad?" Cameron squeaked.
House waved a hand and twirled around, "No, that's just the unrequited love talking," He started to walk away. "You should send me that, by the way. When it's done. And it's porn."
Title: Some Things Are Meant to Stay Hidden
Author: latara
Pairing: Gen, with some H/W tendencies but in other character's eyes
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: extremely silly? minorly slashy?
Summary: Cameron has secret computer files
Disclaimer: Actually, I own Wilson. But pyro-manical owns House, and I guess David Shore still owns Cameron.
Notes: This is just a silly thing, that was inspired by many things, possibly reading too much house-wilson since graduation. Plus, it inspired the best Clarence Weidman fic ever.
...and the doctor reached for his friend, melting into his kiss. And in this kiss, he found salvation...
Cameron jolted as someone interrupted her reverie. She remembered what it was she was doing, and promptly blushed.
House noticed this. Of course House noticed it, because House lives for moments like this. "What are you doing?" he asked mockingly.
Cameron saw doom before her, and it was limping. "Well, I'm, I have some paperwork."
"Cameron," House sing-songed, "you're lying!"
Cameron panicked, and sent out a last ditch effort to deter him. "Fine, okay! I'm writing an article, not that you care. Won't leave this one on your desk."
House acted as if he didn't hear her, much less care what she said. "Cameron, I already sent back the last three love letters you sent. I'm going to have to take out a restraining order."
Cameron glared.
"I'm going to find out." He began to walk over to the computer. Cameron could have moved to close the window, but she was immobilized. By fear. He leaned over her shoulder and she had a sharp intake of breath.
"Cameron! You're writing porn! And to think, I've been paying for it all this time."
"House," a voice behind him dryly said, because, of course, this could only get worse, "are you harassing people again?"
"She's writing porn!" he snapped back, then reducing his voice to a whisper, "about us."
"It's not porn yet!" Cameron finally exploded.
Wilson's eyes grew wide. "Cameron!"
"It's not about you! I mean, it could be, well, loosely based, but, well, it could be a lot of people..." she trailed off.
"House, you should probably leave her... to her porn," Wilson sighed.
House scoffed. "You're no fun. Don't you want to read it?"
"No, no I really don't." He walked out of the office.
"Is he mad?" Cameron squeaked.
House waved a hand and twirled around, "No, that's just the unrequited love talking," He started to walk away. "You should send me that, by the way. When it's done. And it's porn."