Fic: Spellbound When She Mixes and Blends It 7/?
Author: plum_pink
Title: Spellbound When She Mixes and Blends It
Chapter:7/?
Rating:PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Some language.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: Pick the pits out of the lemons than make lemonade. (AU)
“Stop fidgeting you look fine.” Bee hissed at her father as he fiddled with the top of his tie.
Greg shifted and grunted. He peered down at his adolescent daughter, who stood still with her clutch tucked neatly underneath her arm and a diet coke clasped in her other hand.
Cuddy managed to drag him to another pointless fundraiser that had nothing to do with his department. Instead he was sucking a coke through a tiny red straw, while doctors whose names he couldn’t bother to remember came up to him and tried to start conversations.
Social functions were the exact thing he managed to run from when he made his move from New York to Princeton. Now he was stuck here watching Wilson be overtly friendly with most of the nurses in his department.
“Do you wanna sit?” Bee asked. Greg nodded and followed her to a few open seats. Of course she had managed to find the table where half of his department was seated. Foreman sat with his arms crossed and that ever-equivocal expression on his face.
Bee smiled as she put her clutch down. “Hi Dr. Foreman.”
“Hello Bee. You look lovely tonight.” He sat up straight as he addressed the young girl.
Greg rolled his eyes. “Yo, shorty’s fourteen hizzie.” A slight wack to his chest had him holding his tongue.
He was miserable. The antiquated song and dance of financial backing was boring. In Greg’s opinion asking for money should be straight forward, much like how he approached his life.
A few droplets of condensation that had gathered around his glass dripped onto the crème tablecloth. Plain coke was his drink of choice tonight. Cuddy insisted that he remain sober and he pinky promised his daughter that he wouldn’t get sloshed. Seriously, she grabbed his pink with hers and as Bee made him swear.
“Hey Foreman.” Chase exclaimed, punctuated with a swift clap to his co-workers back. His fingers sifted through his heavy locks as he brushed a few stray hairs away from his eye, he gave Greg a curt nod and a gentle wave to Bee. Not far behind, Allison followed with a drinks in her hand. She stopped abruptly in her tracks when she saw who was sitting at their table with them.
She placed a glass in front of Chase and took a seat. “Hey Bee, you look gorgeous tonight. I love your dress.”
Bee blushed. “Thanks, but you look amazing.” She offered. “I’m my dad’s date tonight.” She curled a hand around Greg’s arm as he continued to pout.
“That’s sweet.” Allison said softly, her eyes quickly fluttered to his. A soft blush filled her cheeks as she looked away, her empty palm finding company with Chase’s hand.
Greg scoffed loudly and began to fiddle with the silverware on top of the table. He checked his watch, mentally counting down the minutes to when he would be able to leave. Which would be hard, since Bee seemed to be having such a good time.
Chase cleared his throat. “Would you like to dance, Bee?”
Bee nodded quickly then looked to her father for permission. House shrugged his shoulders and stared into his glass as the two made their way to the dance floor. As soon as the pair was out of site he flagged down a waiter carrying flutes of champagne and grabbed two. Allison gave him a skeptical look as he raised the glass to his lips.
“What?” He tipped his head back and finished the sparking drink in two hearty gulps.
Allison shook her head. “Nothing.” She answered. Foreman excused himself inadvertently leaving the two together.
The silence drifted between them as they sat dully staring at the table or anything besides each other. It was a mistake, House thought. She never wanted him in the first place.
“You look handsome.” She offered timidly. Greg threw a glance her way and shifted in his seat. Should he tell her he wanted to lead her to the nearest rest room and throw her up onto the sink, wrap those smooth legs around his waist and give her a proper tumble in a public space?
“You look hot.” He thought it best to go with that.
Allison blushed and looked down at the crème table cloth. She flicked some hair behind her ear and took a sip of her wine. Now a nice pink flush crept into her cheeks as she tried her best to focus her attention on the dancing couples.
Greg followed her gaze to Chase as he teased Bee on the dance floor. She smiled as Chase danced elegantly across the floor with her.
“Listen about the other night…”
“Don’t worry it’ll be our little secret.” He replied with an overt wink and wrapped his large hands around his flute.
Allison’s lips formed a perfect oh, just round enough for Greg to slip his finger into he thought. He could just imagine them sucking his index finger deftly mimicking her proficiency at other skills.
“Right.” She said and turned her attention back to the dance floor. Chase returned with Bee after two songs had finished and Allison quickly collected her things and complained to Chase about a headache. He nodded gently and escorted her out but not before saying goodbye to his Foreman, Greg, and Bee.
If Greg didn’t know any better he would think that there was more to their short-lived conversation.
Title: Spellbound When She Mixes and Blends It
Chapter:7/?
Rating:PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Some language.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: Pick the pits out of the lemons than make lemonade. (AU)
“Stop fidgeting you look fine.” Bee hissed at her father as he fiddled with the top of his tie.
Greg shifted and grunted. He peered down at his adolescent daughter, who stood still with her clutch tucked neatly underneath her arm and a diet coke clasped in her other hand.
Cuddy managed to drag him to another pointless fundraiser that had nothing to do with his department. Instead he was sucking a coke through a tiny red straw, while doctors whose names he couldn’t bother to remember came up to him and tried to start conversations.
Social functions were the exact thing he managed to run from when he made his move from New York to Princeton. Now he was stuck here watching Wilson be overtly friendly with most of the nurses in his department.
“Do you wanna sit?” Bee asked. Greg nodded and followed her to a few open seats. Of course she had managed to find the table where half of his department was seated. Foreman sat with his arms crossed and that ever-equivocal expression on his face.
Bee smiled as she put her clutch down. “Hi Dr. Foreman.”
“Hello Bee. You look lovely tonight.” He sat up straight as he addressed the young girl.
Greg rolled his eyes. “Yo, shorty’s fourteen hizzie.” A slight wack to his chest had him holding his tongue.
He was miserable. The antiquated song and dance of financial backing was boring. In Greg’s opinion asking for money should be straight forward, much like how he approached his life.
A few droplets of condensation that had gathered around his glass dripped onto the crème tablecloth. Plain coke was his drink of choice tonight. Cuddy insisted that he remain sober and he pinky promised his daughter that he wouldn’t get sloshed. Seriously, she grabbed his pink with hers and as Bee made him swear.
“Hey Foreman.” Chase exclaimed, punctuated with a swift clap to his co-workers back. His fingers sifted through his heavy locks as he brushed a few stray hairs away from his eye, he gave Greg a curt nod and a gentle wave to Bee. Not far behind, Allison followed with a drinks in her hand. She stopped abruptly in her tracks when she saw who was sitting at their table with them.
She placed a glass in front of Chase and took a seat. “Hey Bee, you look gorgeous tonight. I love your dress.”
Bee blushed. “Thanks, but you look amazing.” She offered. “I’m my dad’s date tonight.” She curled a hand around Greg’s arm as he continued to pout.
“That’s sweet.” Allison said softly, her eyes quickly fluttered to his. A soft blush filled her cheeks as she looked away, her empty palm finding company with Chase’s hand.
Greg scoffed loudly and began to fiddle with the silverware on top of the table. He checked his watch, mentally counting down the minutes to when he would be able to leave. Which would be hard, since Bee seemed to be having such a good time.
Chase cleared his throat. “Would you like to dance, Bee?”
Bee nodded quickly then looked to her father for permission. House shrugged his shoulders and stared into his glass as the two made their way to the dance floor. As soon as the pair was out of site he flagged down a waiter carrying flutes of champagne and grabbed two. Allison gave him a skeptical look as he raised the glass to his lips.
“What?” He tipped his head back and finished the sparking drink in two hearty gulps.
Allison shook her head. “Nothing.” She answered. Foreman excused himself inadvertently leaving the two together.
The silence drifted between them as they sat dully staring at the table or anything besides each other. It was a mistake, House thought. She never wanted him in the first place.
“You look handsome.” She offered timidly. Greg threw a glance her way and shifted in his seat. Should he tell her he wanted to lead her to the nearest rest room and throw her up onto the sink, wrap those smooth legs around his waist and give her a proper tumble in a public space?
“You look hot.” He thought it best to go with that.
Allison blushed and looked down at the crème table cloth. She flicked some hair behind her ear and took a sip of her wine. Now a nice pink flush crept into her cheeks as she tried her best to focus her attention on the dancing couples.
Greg followed her gaze to Chase as he teased Bee on the dance floor. She smiled as Chase danced elegantly across the floor with her.
“Listen about the other night…”
“Don’t worry it’ll be our little secret.” He replied with an overt wink and wrapped his large hands around his flute.
Allison’s lips formed a perfect oh, just round enough for Greg to slip his finger into he thought. He could just imagine them sucking his index finger deftly mimicking her proficiency at other skills.
“Right.” She said and turned her attention back to the dance floor. Chase returned with Bee after two songs had finished and Allison quickly collected her things and complained to Chase about a headache. He nodded gently and escorted her out but not before saying goodbye to his Foreman, Greg, and Bee.
If Greg didn’t know any better he would think that there was more to their short-lived conversation.