Cuddy didn't have time for things to go less than planned, so she'd recruited a number of residents and her own personal assistant to make sure everyone who was getting auctioned off was actually waiting in the wings and ready to go ( Read more... )

Stacy normally left the hospital right at 4:59 PM, but today was no ordinary day. Alan had promised to come back this week (or maybe it was next week and she'd forgotten completely) and the two of them had planned to spend the weekend at her house. Granted, she wasn't going to be professing her undying love for him or anything, but they did have ( Read more... )

Brenda had opted to leave the turkey itself to James (which was why he and Stephen were supposed to get there relatively early), and Izzie had claimed the baking, which left everything else for her. She'd gotten up early and made Spike loosen his hold on her so she could do it. After the kids woke up, she put them to work cleaning and setting the ( Read more... )

He hasn't been waiting long-- just a few minutes, really. But by the time Wilson joins him at the car, Stephen's more than anxious.

"Hey," he says, grinning wide. "How was work?" Before Wilson can answer, he's pressed the man against the car to kiss him desperately.

Brenda gets to Wilson and Stephen's apartment a little before seven. She's got the strippers arriving at seven-thirty, and the others are supposed to get there any time. Spike's off to his own bachelor party with who knows who, presumably including roughly half the male staff of the hospital, plus Angel ( Read more... )

Stephen stumbles into Wilson's office, darting across the room to close the blinds facing the balcony. Shaking, he falls onto the couch and reminds himself to breathe. He got away, and that's what matters.

"House-- bear-- I thought--" He gives up, swiping at his eyes.

House wasn't entirely sure how the delivery guys had gotten past Cuddy to bring up the bear, but he wasn't pushing his luck by asking. They left it where the corner of his used to be, facing in toward the conference room table ( Read more... )

The benefit had been planned for months, and it was finally the night. The downstairs had been revamped, transformed from a lobby and lecture halls into a benefit haven, complete with wet bar, food, and gambling tables. Attendance was expected to be high.

[Benefit plot! Timed to Friday.]

The man who had found him had been really nice, and Remy was grateful for that. The food, though, had been awful, and Remy felt bad that someone so nice (and probably other nice people, too) had to eat that sort of thing. So he figured that he could maybe find the kitchen and help out a little, since it looked like he had to stay here until he got ( Read more... )

Everything seems to happen in slow motion. Feet sliding out from under him, Stephen has plenty of time to think about the solid ground rushing up to him as he throws his arm out in an effort to catch himself. The gasp of the audience reminds him that while this would be embarrassing enough without the witnesses ( Read more... )