House ; Stacy/Cuddy ; #24, 25, 72, 90, 92
Title: No Time For Disappointment ; Not a Problem ; Put Right ; Belonging ; And So This Is…
Fandom: House
Characters: Stacy/Cuddy
Prompt: 024 - Family ; 025 - Strangers ; 072 - Fixed ; 090 - Home ; 092 - Christmas
Word Count: 156
Rating: G
Summary: She’s always wanted one. Now it’s time.
Author's Notes: I’ve done a lot of homework this week, and my writer’s block has gotten to the point where I can’t write an essay. Maybe this’ll help.
Ever since she was a little girl, Lisa wanted a child. Even though her ideas of parenting had changed, as had her ideas of names, and what kind of partner she wanted, and even what toys she would give them, she still wanted a child. She didn’t even care what gender, even though she had wanted a girl when she was younger.
Her mother died without ever being a grandparent. Lisa’s father, whenever he would come visit, or she would drive up to see him, never mentioned children, but he would occasionally give a sad-eyed look when they passed parents with prams, or young teens on dates, or children playing games on the streets.
Lisa didn’t want to disappoint him, but it wasn’t as though Stacy was going to be producing sperm any time soon. So she took half a dozen folders from the OB/GYN with names of potential donors and started to go through them.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Looking through folders for a donor.
‘Why are you going with people you don’t know?’ House asked, staring at the folder in his lap.
‘Because,’ Lisa replied with a sigh, ‘they want anonymity, and I want to give that to them.’
‘What if they had some horrible deformity?’
‘That’d be stated on the file, House,’ she replied curtly.
‘Yeah, but… what if they had a flat nose. Or a wart coming out of their chest.’ He stopped, as though it had just dawned on him. ‘What if they were a male version of Stacy?’
Lisa smiled, taking the folder off him. ‘I wouldn’t mind,’ she murmured.
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Summary: Stacy returns.
Stacy was staring at her, her eyes just slightly red, her hands wringing and twisting in front of her.
‘What… what are you doing here?’ Lisa managed to let out. Her belly was growing larger everyday, her breasts swollen and tender, one hand resting on the cloth of her dress that hung over her stomach and around her knees. Stacy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, before clearing her throat and clutching her bag in front of her.
‘I wanted to apologise.’
‘Oh.’
‘For… for reacting like I did. When you told me. I…’ she drifted off with a sigh, eyes closed, her head shaking. When she finally spoke, her eyes were averted, and Lisa felt that maybe Stacy only came, not because she was sorry, but because she hated living with her conscience. ‘I guess… I just didn’t expect it. You were right, I don’t own Greg, and things have been over between us for so long.’
‘We’re not… seeing each other,’ Lisa said softly. ‘We came to an agreement. It’s not as though he’ll be taking the child out for ball games or the sort.’
Stacy nodded, finally meeting Lisa’s gaze. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking about it.’ She laughed softly, uncertainly. ‘He’s not the fatherly figure, anyway. It wouldn’t suit him.’
Lisa nodded, smiling slightly. She stepped back, holding the door open.
‘Do you… want to come inside? The house is a bit untidy, I was just in the middle of cleaning.’
‘Oh.’ Stacy paused, her hands still around her bag, before she nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, I’d like that.’
As Stacy entered, Lisa sighed softly to herself as she shut the door behind her. Maybe, just maybe, things could turn back to normal between them.
Word Count: 141
Rating: G
Summary: Sounds of silence.
She hates the quiet.
‘I’m sure he doesn’t mean it,’ Lisa was saying. Stacy poured the boiling water from the kettle into the coffee mugs, watching the water bubble and steam as it hit the dark granules.
‘I’m sure he doesn’t,’ she replied with a shrug. Grabbing the milk container, she poured it into one cup, leaving the other black. Turning, she handed the white coffee to Lisa, who took a slow sip.
The house was a mess. It needed a clean, but Stacy found herself staying longer at work, if only to avoid Mark. She loved him, but she didn’t love what he’d become.
Lisa’s home was quiet.
‘Heart is where the home is,’ she murmured. Lisa gazed over the rim of her coffee.
‘Hm?’
‘Nothing,’ she replied, before smiling thinly and slipping into the slip opposite the other woman.
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
Summary: She hates Christmas for the same reason she hates TV.
Although Hanukkah came around Christmas, Lisa always felt slightly left out. Although she’d set a menorah up on her mantelpiece at home, she always had a Christmas tree (or ‘holiday bush’ as House said with a roll of his eyes one year) in her office. She’d poke its dangling fake leaves, and stare at the five-point star on top, and wonder just where she left her Star of David earrings.
Stacy stared at the mildly pathetic tree one day, a week before Christmas, and ripped a plastic leaf from its jagged branches.
‘Your Jewish,’ she said.
‘Stating the obvious. I thought lawyers were meant to be good story tellers?’
‘You have a Christmas tree.’
‘I left my holiday shrub at home.’
Stacy arched an eyebrow and pointed to Lisa with the green piece of plastic.
‘You’re conforming to societal pressures.’
‘If I was conforming,’ Lisa said, pulling the tree towards her, ‘I would have a pot-plant of non-discriminatory colours. I have a Christmas tree because it’s cute.’
‘It’s disgusting.’
‘When hasn’t Christmas been?’ Lisa asked with a shrug. ‘House is an atheist, and last I saw, he was giving Wilson a pair of poorly wrapped socks. Even he celebrates Christmas.’
‘In one way or another.’
‘Exactly.’ She set the tree back in its place by the corner of her desk.
‘I bought you a present,’ Stacy said after a pause.
‘Oh?’
‘For Hanukkah.’
Lisa looked up from her paperwork and smiled.
Fandom: House
Characters: Stacy/Cuddy
Prompt: 024 - Family ; 025 - Strangers ; 072 - Fixed ; 090 - Home ; 092 - Christmas
Word Count: 156
Rating: G
Summary: She’s always wanted one. Now it’s time.
Author's Notes: I’ve done a lot of homework this week, and my writer’s block has gotten to the point where I can’t write an essay. Maybe this’ll help.
Ever since she was a little girl, Lisa wanted a child. Even though her ideas of parenting had changed, as had her ideas of names, and what kind of partner she wanted, and even what toys she would give them, she still wanted a child. She didn’t even care what gender, even though she had wanted a girl when she was younger.
Her mother died without ever being a grandparent. Lisa’s father, whenever he would come visit, or she would drive up to see him, never mentioned children, but he would occasionally give a sad-eyed look when they passed parents with prams, or young teens on dates, or children playing games on the streets.
Lisa didn’t want to disappoint him, but it wasn’t as though Stacy was going to be producing sperm any time soon. So she took half a dozen folders from the OB/GYN with names of potential donors and started to go through them.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Looking through folders for a donor.
‘Why are you going with people you don’t know?’ House asked, staring at the folder in his lap.
‘Because,’ Lisa replied with a sigh, ‘they want anonymity, and I want to give that to them.’
‘What if they had some horrible deformity?’
‘That’d be stated on the file, House,’ she replied curtly.
‘Yeah, but… what if they had a flat nose. Or a wart coming out of their chest.’ He stopped, as though it had just dawned on him. ‘What if they were a male version of Stacy?’
Lisa smiled, taking the folder off him. ‘I wouldn’t mind,’ she murmured.
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Summary: Stacy returns.
Stacy was staring at her, her eyes just slightly red, her hands wringing and twisting in front of her.
‘What… what are you doing here?’ Lisa managed to let out. Her belly was growing larger everyday, her breasts swollen and tender, one hand resting on the cloth of her dress that hung over her stomach and around her knees. Stacy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, before clearing her throat and clutching her bag in front of her.
‘I wanted to apologise.’
‘Oh.’
‘For… for reacting like I did. When you told me. I…’ she drifted off with a sigh, eyes closed, her head shaking. When she finally spoke, her eyes were averted, and Lisa felt that maybe Stacy only came, not because she was sorry, but because she hated living with her conscience. ‘I guess… I just didn’t expect it. You were right, I don’t own Greg, and things have been over between us for so long.’
‘We’re not… seeing each other,’ Lisa said softly. ‘We came to an agreement. It’s not as though he’ll be taking the child out for ball games or the sort.’
Stacy nodded, finally meeting Lisa’s gaze. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking about it.’ She laughed softly, uncertainly. ‘He’s not the fatherly figure, anyway. It wouldn’t suit him.’
Lisa nodded, smiling slightly. She stepped back, holding the door open.
‘Do you… want to come inside? The house is a bit untidy, I was just in the middle of cleaning.’
‘Oh.’ Stacy paused, her hands still around her bag, before she nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, I’d like that.’
As Stacy entered, Lisa sighed softly to herself as she shut the door behind her. Maybe, just maybe, things could turn back to normal between them.
Word Count: 141
Rating: G
Summary: Sounds of silence.
She hates the quiet.
‘I’m sure he doesn’t mean it,’ Lisa was saying. Stacy poured the boiling water from the kettle into the coffee mugs, watching the water bubble and steam as it hit the dark granules.
‘I’m sure he doesn’t,’ she replied with a shrug. Grabbing the milk container, she poured it into one cup, leaving the other black. Turning, she handed the white coffee to Lisa, who took a slow sip.
The house was a mess. It needed a clean, but Stacy found herself staying longer at work, if only to avoid Mark. She loved him, but she didn’t love what he’d become.
Lisa’s home was quiet.
‘Heart is where the home is,’ she murmured. Lisa gazed over the rim of her coffee.
‘Hm?’
‘Nothing,’ she replied, before smiling thinly and slipping into the slip opposite the other woman.
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
Summary: She hates Christmas for the same reason she hates TV.
Although Hanukkah came around Christmas, Lisa always felt slightly left out. Although she’d set a menorah up on her mantelpiece at home, she always had a Christmas tree (or ‘holiday bush’ as House said with a roll of his eyes one year) in her office. She’d poke its dangling fake leaves, and stare at the five-point star on top, and wonder just where she left her Star of David earrings.
Stacy stared at the mildly pathetic tree one day, a week before Christmas, and ripped a plastic leaf from its jagged branches.
‘Your Jewish,’ she said.
‘Stating the obvious. I thought lawyers were meant to be good story tellers?’
‘You have a Christmas tree.’
‘I left my holiday shrub at home.’
Stacy arched an eyebrow and pointed to Lisa with the green piece of plastic.
‘You’re conforming to societal pressures.’
‘If I was conforming,’ Lisa said, pulling the tree towards her, ‘I would have a pot-plant of non-discriminatory colours. I have a Christmas tree because it’s cute.’
‘It’s disgusting.’
‘When hasn’t Christmas been?’ Lisa asked with a shrug. ‘House is an atheist, and last I saw, he was giving Wilson a pair of poorly wrapped socks. Even he celebrates Christmas.’
‘In one way or another.’
‘Exactly.’ She set the tree back in its place by the corner of her desk.
‘I bought you a present,’ Stacy said after a pause.
‘Oh?’
‘For Hanukkah.’
Lisa looked up from her paperwork and smiled.