Fic: Straightjacket or Sanity (House/Cuddy)
Title: Straightjacket or Sanity?
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #023 "You can't be serious"
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Summary: "Oh, I'm deadly serious." He emphasises 'deadly' and accompanies it with a smirk.
Notes: Written for xyamountofwords. 2/1/10.
Beta: friv0lity.
"You can't be serious!"
"And you can't wear low cut tops without attracting the attention of over half the hospital. I'm including Cameron in there and the nurse in paediatrics who always has her hair tied up with cling wrap."
Cuddy rolls her eyes but says nothing to encourage him. "House! We've been through this! You can’t seriously expect me to say yes to this little experiment of yours."
"Oh, I'm deadly serious." He emphasises 'deadly' and accompanies it with a smirk.
"Funny." Her tone suggests it is anything but funny. "You're not doing it."
"Aww, but mum!" He puts on his best childish pout.
"House. No. Please tell me you understand that word."
"He understands," he confirms. "He doesn't comprehend."
Cuddy frowns. "I believe we sent home a mental patient this morning. There's a straightjacket free. We could set you up with that and some very lovely straps to hold you down on one of the beds there, or you can go about your day like any sane doctor and stop requesting I let you kill someone temporarily because they got a paper cut."
He smirks.
"So which is it, House? Straightjacket or sanity?"
"Will the strapping down involve any extra special activities with a certain hospital administrator?" he hints.
"No," she deadpans, enjoying the way his amusement immediately deflates.
"Back to the world of the sane then," he announces. "I hear they have prostitutes. Now if you were to change your mind about the special activities..."
"Not gonna happen." She smiles softly as she jabs a finger in the direction of the door. "Now go! You have a patient waiting for you."
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #023 "You can't be serious"
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Summary: "Oh, I'm deadly serious." He emphasises 'deadly' and accompanies it with a smirk.
Notes: Written for xyamountofwords. 2/1/10.
Beta: friv0lity.
"You can't be serious!"
"And you can't wear low cut tops without attracting the attention of over half the hospital. I'm including Cameron in there and the nurse in paediatrics who always has her hair tied up with cling wrap."
Cuddy rolls her eyes but says nothing to encourage him. "House! We've been through this! You can’t seriously expect me to say yes to this little experiment of yours."
"Oh, I'm deadly serious." He emphasises 'deadly' and accompanies it with a smirk.
"Funny." Her tone suggests it is anything but funny. "You're not doing it."
"Aww, but mum!" He puts on his best childish pout.
"House. No. Please tell me you understand that word."
"He understands," he confirms. "He doesn't comprehend."
Cuddy frowns. "I believe we sent home a mental patient this morning. There's a straightjacket free. We could set you up with that and some very lovely straps to hold you down on one of the beds there, or you can go about your day like any sane doctor and stop requesting I let you kill someone temporarily because they got a paper cut."
He smirks.
"So which is it, House? Straightjacket or sanity?"
"Will the strapping down involve any extra special activities with a certain hospital administrator?" he hints.
"No," she deadpans, enjoying the way his amusement immediately deflates.
"Back to the world of the sane then," he announces. "I hear they have prostitutes. Now if you were to change your mind about the special activities..."
"Not gonna happen." She smiles softly as she jabs a finger in the direction of the door. "Now go! You have a patient waiting for you."