House ; Stacy/Cuddy ; #26, 30, 52, 69, 29
Title: Two in One ; Cry ; Burn Away ; Crack ; Hello, darlin’
Fandom: House
Characters: Stacy/Cuddy
Prompt: 026 - Teammates ; 030 - Death ; 052 - Fire ; 069 - Thunder ; 029 - Birth
Word Count: 113
Rating: PG
Summary: One moment in time.
Author's Notes: Too lazy to do homework. Go work ethics!
Although they may not all be the smartest applicants, they were certainly the most dedicated. Even his most recent team of Chase, Foreman and Cameron, despite their faults, were devoted to their jobs.
Stacy watched the young doctors bustling about, sipping her coffee with quiet nervousness. None of them were gynecologists, but because of House’s mysterious absence, she knew just what they were doing.
Eighteen hours and counting. Although legally it wouldn’t be recognized with his last name, she knew he was waiting for the next generation to come into the world. But Stacy would only even think of it as Lisa’s child.
Word Count: 114
Rating: PG
Summary: She hates crying, but sometimes it’s the only release of emotion available.
Lisa rarely spoke of her mother’s death. It wasn’t because it was painful- she was glad she had gone, if only because she was in so much pain before she passed on- but because she never had anything to say about it. Stacy would gently ask Lisa about it as the anniversary came around, and Lisa, always adamantly refusing to speak about it, would turn away and busy herself with something else. But it wasn’t until Stacy wasn’t speaking to her that she realized how much she ached for her presence- her mother’s and Stacy’s. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she doubled over at her mother’s grave and cried.
Word Count: 166
Rating: G
Summary: Being afraid of fire is understandable. Just not when it eats you.
Although not one for superstition, Stacy finds it difficult to watch a fire burn. The most sensible reason, she knows, would be because it hurts her eyes and makes her feel as though they would melt from their sockets.
The other reasoning, and this she keeps to herself because it sounds ridiculous, is because she believes that the fire will leap from its confines and completely devour her in a burning, smoldering mess.
She wakes one night to Lisa staring at her.
‘What?’ she asks, staring up at her.
‘You said a fire was eating you.’
‘I’m sorry?’
‘In your sleep.’
Stacy blinks slowly, before sheepishly pulling the blankets up, over her shoulder and turns on her shoulder. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she huffs, curling into a slight fetal position. And although she shivers when Lisa wraps an arm around her, feeling as though she was back in her hellish nightmare, she calms slightly, before letting herself fall into her warmth and comfort, and fall back asleep.
Word Count: 159
Rating: PG:13
Summary: It’s like a rush of blood to the head.
She hates it. The rush of pain, the want and need to double over, the choked cry, begging for relief. Like thunder, it hits fast and sudden, and she gasps, nearly screaming. She knew what to expect. She’d seen it before, and she knew she’d have at least two more hours to go before any feeling of numbness would come to her.
The contractions were far enough apart for her to be able to breathe, but they were close enough that she wouldn’t be able to lie back for a long enough period to calm her racing heart. Even Stacy’s voice in the hallway, asking how she was, couldn’t calm her. But even though she hadn’t seen her face, Lisa was comforted enough to know that once the rumbling in her lower abdomen subsided, she would be able to stare at the two people she loved the most at once- one in her arms, and one by her side.
Word Count: 232
Rating: PG
Summary: Welcome, little one.
Lisa isn’t sure what to make of it. The moment the nurse placed her new baby (Charmaine Cuddy- she can’t think a middle name, yet, she’d been so certain it would be a boy), her heart swelled and all the love she’d been holding up and feeling when the tiny creature was in her belly came pouring out, and she couldn’t drink her in enough. But Charmaine is so small, and already crying, but she fits so well in her arms, and Lisa can’t help but gulp down breath and feel a tear trickling down her cheek. It’s such a heart-warming moment, and she’s aching and numb and absolutely exhausted but she couldn’t sleep to save her life.
Charmaine. Big, blue eyes, pale skin still covered in a waxy coating, with groping fingers and kicking legs. Sleeping at the moment, but Lisa could already tell she’d be a trouble maker.
In the corridor, Stacy stood, nursing her fifth coffee. Greg stood beside her, and she could tell her wanted to look in and take in the child he’d helped create. Sexual intercourse or not.
‘You going to?’
‘No.’
‘Why?’
‘I didn’t have a large enough role to play.’
Stacy can’t tell who spoke what, and she has a feeling Greg can’t either. So they stand there, waiting, straining their ears for any sound indicating whether they should enter the room or not.
Fandom: House
Characters: Stacy/Cuddy
Prompt: 026 - Teammates ; 030 - Death ; 052 - Fire ; 069 - Thunder ; 029 - Birth
Word Count: 113
Rating: PG
Summary: One moment in time.
Author's Notes: Too lazy to do homework. Go work ethics!
Although they may not all be the smartest applicants, they were certainly the most dedicated. Even his most recent team of Chase, Foreman and Cameron, despite their faults, were devoted to their jobs.
Stacy watched the young doctors bustling about, sipping her coffee with quiet nervousness. None of them were gynecologists, but because of House’s mysterious absence, she knew just what they were doing.
Eighteen hours and counting. Although legally it wouldn’t be recognized with his last name, she knew he was waiting for the next generation to come into the world. But Stacy would only even think of it as Lisa’s child.
Word Count: 114
Rating: PG
Summary: She hates crying, but sometimes it’s the only release of emotion available.
Lisa rarely spoke of her mother’s death. It wasn’t because it was painful- she was glad she had gone, if only because she was in so much pain before she passed on- but because she never had anything to say about it. Stacy would gently ask Lisa about it as the anniversary came around, and Lisa, always adamantly refusing to speak about it, would turn away and busy herself with something else. But it wasn’t until Stacy wasn’t speaking to her that she realized how much she ached for her presence- her mother’s and Stacy’s. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she doubled over at her mother’s grave and cried.
Word Count: 166
Rating: G
Summary: Being afraid of fire is understandable. Just not when it eats you.
Although not one for superstition, Stacy finds it difficult to watch a fire burn. The most sensible reason, she knows, would be because it hurts her eyes and makes her feel as though they would melt from their sockets.
The other reasoning, and this she keeps to herself because it sounds ridiculous, is because she believes that the fire will leap from its confines and completely devour her in a burning, smoldering mess.
She wakes one night to Lisa staring at her.
‘What?’ she asks, staring up at her.
‘You said a fire was eating you.’
‘I’m sorry?’
‘In your sleep.’
Stacy blinks slowly, before sheepishly pulling the blankets up, over her shoulder and turns on her shoulder. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she huffs, curling into a slight fetal position. And although she shivers when Lisa wraps an arm around her, feeling as though she was back in her hellish nightmare, she calms slightly, before letting herself fall into her warmth and comfort, and fall back asleep.
Word Count: 159
Rating: PG:13
Summary: It’s like a rush of blood to the head.
She hates it. The rush of pain, the want and need to double over, the choked cry, begging for relief. Like thunder, it hits fast and sudden, and she gasps, nearly screaming. She knew what to expect. She’d seen it before, and she knew she’d have at least two more hours to go before any feeling of numbness would come to her.
The contractions were far enough apart for her to be able to breathe, but they were close enough that she wouldn’t be able to lie back for a long enough period to calm her racing heart. Even Stacy’s voice in the hallway, asking how she was, couldn’t calm her. But even though she hadn’t seen her face, Lisa was comforted enough to know that once the rumbling in her lower abdomen subsided, she would be able to stare at the two people she loved the most at once- one in her arms, and one by her side.
Word Count: 232
Rating: PG
Summary: Welcome, little one.
Lisa isn’t sure what to make of it. The moment the nurse placed her new baby (Charmaine Cuddy- she can’t think a middle name, yet, she’d been so certain it would be a boy), her heart swelled and all the love she’d been holding up and feeling when the tiny creature was in her belly came pouring out, and she couldn’t drink her in enough. But Charmaine is so small, and already crying, but she fits so well in her arms, and Lisa can’t help but gulp down breath and feel a tear trickling down her cheek. It’s such a heart-warming moment, and she’s aching and numb and absolutely exhausted but she couldn’t sleep to save her life.
Charmaine. Big, blue eyes, pale skin still covered in a waxy coating, with groping fingers and kicking legs. Sleeping at the moment, but Lisa could already tell she’d be a trouble maker.
In the corridor, Stacy stood, nursing her fifth coffee. Greg stood beside her, and she could tell her wanted to look in and take in the child he’d helped create. Sexual intercourse or not.
‘You going to?’
‘No.’
‘Why?’
‘I didn’t have a large enough role to play.’
Stacy can’t tell who spoke what, and she has a feeling Greg can’t either. So they stand there, waiting, straining their ears for any sound indicating whether they should enter the room or not.