#002 In The Candlelight (House/Cuddy)
Title: In The Candlelight
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #002 Arson
Word Count: 179
Rating: K
Summary: "Moving on to arson now?"
Notes: Written for 30heartbeats. November 5.
"Moving on to arson now?"
House glanced up from the curl of smoke rising from the candle in his hand to scowl at her.
She smiled pleasantly back.
"What do you want?"
"I have a case for you. Young girl had a heart attack."
"Well, that's a head scratcher. It sounds like she's already been diagnosed."
"She's seven years old."
He raised an eyebrow and let his gaze drop back to the flame. It flickered gently and then straightened back up.
"Fine. Give me the file," he muttered, holding his free hand out.
She did but not without commenting. "Wow, I thought you'd take more convincing than that."
She spoke too soon.
The edge of the file was soon curling into itself as House doused it in the candlelight.
"Ooops?" he said, offering her a cocky grin.
She hurriedly reached out and pulled what was left of the file from his grasp. She dropped it on the floor and wincing, stamped out the flames. Goodbye, new shoes.
"Well then," she said. "I guess I was right about the arson."
Fandom: House MD
Characters: House/Cuddy
Prompt: #002 Arson
Word Count: 179
Rating: K
Summary: "Moving on to arson now?"
Notes: Written for 30heartbeats. November 5.
"Moving on to arson now?"
House glanced up from the curl of smoke rising from the candle in his hand to scowl at her.
She smiled pleasantly back.
"What do you want?"
"I have a case for you. Young girl had a heart attack."
"Well, that's a head scratcher. It sounds like she's already been diagnosed."
"She's seven years old."
He raised an eyebrow and let his gaze drop back to the flame. It flickered gently and then straightened back up.
"Fine. Give me the file," he muttered, holding his free hand out.
She did but not without commenting. "Wow, I thought you'd take more convincing than that."
She spoke too soon.
The edge of the file was soon curling into itself as House doused it in the candlelight.
"Ooops?" he said, offering her a cocky grin.
She hurriedly reached out and pulled what was left of the file from his grasp. She dropped it on the floor and wincing, stamped out the flames. Goodbye, new shoes.
"Well then," she said. "I guess I was right about the arson."