Because Tuesday is Five Whole Days Away
Title: House Has "The Talk"
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: PG
Warnings: No spoilers, just some what-if/AU-type baby-arc fluff
Summary: Drabble, 150 words, not including title
Disclaimer: David Shore would never allow this to happen. That's why God made fics.
Feedback: Yes, please. It makes the time go faster.
***This drabble is dedicated to london_fan
House Has “The Talk”
“What’s this…?” the High School Musical-reject asked, reluctantly accepting the paper bag.
“Prophylactics.” When the kid just blinked at him uncomprehendingly, House silently vowed to never do another hour of clinic duty again. “Condoms,” he explained, dialing his cell phone. “Protection. Hats for your bat.”
“Nah, dude. I know what you’re going to say… AIDS and all… but…”
“Actually, I was going to tell you a story about when Daddy Bear gets Mommy Bear knocked up.”
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as the door flew open and Cuddy stormed into the examination room. Pushing her hugely swollen belly out in front of her, she waddled up to House, wrenched the phone from his hand, and threw it in the hazardous materials bin. Then she turned and, without saying a word, waddled back out again.
House grinned. “Any questions?”
“Um, yeah… can I get a few more of these?”
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: PG
Warnings: No spoilers, just some what-if/AU-type baby-arc fluff
Summary: Drabble, 150 words, not including title
Disclaimer: David Shore would never allow this to happen. That's why God made fics.
Feedback: Yes, please. It makes the time go faster.
***This drabble is dedicated to london_fan
House Has “The Talk”
“What’s this…?” the High School Musical-reject asked, reluctantly accepting the paper bag.
“Prophylactics.” When the kid just blinked at him uncomprehendingly, House silently vowed to never do another hour of clinic duty again. “Condoms,” he explained, dialing his cell phone. “Protection. Hats for your bat.”
“Nah, dude. I know what you’re going to say… AIDS and all… but…”
“Actually, I was going to tell you a story about when Daddy Bear gets Mommy Bear knocked up.”
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as the door flew open and Cuddy stormed into the examination room. Pushing her hugely swollen belly out in front of her, she waddled up to House, wrenched the phone from his hand, and threw it in the hazardous materials bin. Then she turned and, without saying a word, waddled back out again.
House grinned. “Any questions?”
“Um, yeah… can I get a few more of these?”