A drabble #1
Title: A Love Story - House MD Style
Pairings: The Dean and her Diagnostician
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
Warnings: mild spoilers for the whole series in later 'chapters'...
Rating: PG-13/R-ish
Chapters: series of drabbles 1/?
Status: WIP
Word Count: 215
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters.
Summary: Because there was always something between them… My take on Huddy relationship since their first meeting in college. Told in drabbles…
It was a sunny day, the one when birds sing and children play their games. She was heading to her favorite spot on the campus where she could study in silence, far away from the hustle and bustle of the university life.
She turned around the corner and stopped stupefied. Her bench-under-the-old-willow was occupied. By a man. He was tall and lanky with dark curly hair. She vaguely recognized him as one of the seniors but couldn’t place the name to his face, she was just a petite ambitious freshman after all.
He looked up at her as if sensing her gaze on him and their eyes locked. Blue clashing with blue and time suddenly stopped. The distance between tem disappeared, as world faded into nothingness. There was only him and her. Watching… Sizing… Accepting…
Then a startled bird flew from the tree, and both of them blinked. He looked back to his book and she just squared her shoulders.
It was her bench!
She marched to him, slammed her books beside him and sat down. He just raised his eyebrow but never stopped his reading. She huffed and opened the anatomy book, revising.
Neither of them spoke up. Neither of them acknowledged the other.
Neither of them noticed when the afternoon passed in comfortable silence.
Pairings: The Dean and her Diagnostician
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
Warnings: mild spoilers for the whole series in later 'chapters'...
Rating: PG-13/R-ish
Chapters: series of drabbles 1/?
Status: WIP
Word Count: 215
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters.
Summary: Because there was always something between them… My take on Huddy relationship since their first meeting in college. Told in drabbles…
It was a sunny day, the one when birds sing and children play their games. She was heading to her favorite spot on the campus where she could study in silence, far away from the hustle and bustle of the university life.
She turned around the corner and stopped stupefied. Her bench-under-the-old-willow was occupied. By a man. He was tall and lanky with dark curly hair. She vaguely recognized him as one of the seniors but couldn’t place the name to his face, she was just a petite ambitious freshman after all.
He looked up at her as if sensing her gaze on him and their eyes locked. Blue clashing with blue and time suddenly stopped. The distance between tem disappeared, as world faded into nothingness. There was only him and her. Watching… Sizing… Accepting…
Then a startled bird flew from the tree, and both of them blinked. He looked back to his book and she just squared her shoulders.
It was her bench!
She marched to him, slammed her books beside him and sat down. He just raised his eyebrow but never stopped his reading. She huffed and opened the anatomy book, revising.
Neither of them spoke up. Neither of them acknowledged the other.
Neither of them noticed when the afternoon passed in comfortable silence.