#017 Up To Something (House/Cuddy)
Title: Up To Something
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #017 Smile
Word Count: 211
Rating: T+
Summary: “House,” she calls to him wearily. “What are you smiling at?”
Notes: Written for 20_fics. October 3.
“House,” she calls to him wearily. “What are you smiling at?” She replaces the file she’d been viewing at the nurses’ station and makes her way over to him through the usual bustle of doctors and patients alike.
He begins walking immediately.
Away from her.
“House!” She picks up her pace and arrives at the elevator just as the doors are closing on him. She throws her hands into the decreasing space and opens them.
She steps in beside House and smiles at the scowl he fixes her with.
“Now,” she says. “Let me try that again. What the hell are you up to?”
He shrugs, gives her one of his most infuriating, blank stares. “Nothing.”
“You were smiling,” she deadpans. “Either hell is about to freeze over or you’re up to something.”
He doesn’t say anything.
She frowns at him.
They reach his floor, the elevator pings and the doors slide silently apart.
Finally, he locks eyes with her and his smile returns, threefold at the very least. He makes sure there are a few doctors and nurses in earshot and then pointedly says, “I’m surprised you aren’t smiling too after last night.”
His smug grin is the last thing she sees before the doors close on her once more.
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #017 Smile
Word Count: 211
Rating: T+
Summary: “House,” she calls to him wearily. “What are you smiling at?”
Notes: Written for 20_fics. October 3.
“House,” she calls to him wearily. “What are you smiling at?” She replaces the file she’d been viewing at the nurses’ station and makes her way over to him through the usual bustle of doctors and patients alike.
He begins walking immediately.
Away from her.
“House!” She picks up her pace and arrives at the elevator just as the doors are closing on him. She throws her hands into the decreasing space and opens them.
She steps in beside House and smiles at the scowl he fixes her with.
“Now,” she says. “Let me try that again. What the hell are you up to?”
He shrugs, gives her one of his most infuriating, blank stares. “Nothing.”
“You were smiling,” she deadpans. “Either hell is about to freeze over or you’re up to something.”
He doesn’t say anything.
She frowns at him.
They reach his floor, the elevator pings and the doors slide silently apart.
Finally, he locks eyes with her and his smile returns, threefold at the very least. He makes sure there are a few doctors and nurses in earshot and then pointedly says, “I’m surprised you aren’t smiling too after last night.”
His smug grin is the last thing she sees before the doors close on her once more.