Fic: Cheap Mascara [ 2/? ]
Title: Cheap Mascara [2/?]
[chapter name: Crosswire]
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cuddy
Word Count: 532
Rating: T for language now, M in later chapters
Warning/spoilers: Femslash, slight spoilers for the end of Season 4
Thirteen.
Cuddy came back from the bar looking livid, like she did after every conversation she had with House. To Remy’s surprise, the dean sat in House’s seat-next to her. Just as she was about to make a comment about how stupid House was or something, Cuddy leaned in and fired a question at her, sotto voce.
“What were you talking about with House just now?”
Remy’s eyes widened reflexively. House told her about the Huntington’s? No…I heard him say it would embarrass her. Then why does she care what we were talking about?
“It’s none of your business, Dr. Cuddy,” was the best response she could come up with. She added a small smile to show she wasn’t trying to be a bitch.
“I have reason to believe it is my business, Dr. Hadley,” was the terse reply.
That did it. What House had said about it embarrassing Cuddy didn’t make much sense, but Remy’s almost-certain death definitely concerned her. Shit, why the hell did he have to tell her?
“Dr. Cuddy, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the test result, but Huntington’s chorea doesn’t progress that quickly. I’m still young. The symptoms haven’t really started showing, so I have a good decade or more. I can keep my job, can’t I? House said it was all right…” She trailed off as she watched Cuddy’s expression transform from one of annoyance and anger to one of confusion, then…here we go again…pity.
“Dr. Hadley, I’m sorry. That’s not what Dr. House and I were talking about at all…I thought you might have been discussing…never mind. I feel a little idiotic now. Don’t worry about the Huntington’s; of course you can keep your job. Jeez.”
God, she’s so cute when she feels stupid. Even though she feels sorry for me. She’s still cute. Aargh, does she have to lean forward like that?
Stop looking down her shirt!
Okay, eye contact…there we go.
“I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” Cuddy said abruptly.
Cuddy.
What the fuck did you say that for? Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Aargh!
As she’d expected, Remy-Dr. Hadley’s only reply was, “What?”
Clearing her throat nervously, Lisa clarified, “That’s what House and I were talking about. He thought I wanted to have sex with you.”
Instead of the laughed-off response Lisa was hoping for, the other doctor blanched and said, very quietly, “Oh.”
Why does she look scared?
“What an idiot, right? Huh.” Lisa hoped she wasn’t overacting.
“Yeah,” Dr. Hadley replied, twisting her mouth a little bit to show her amusement. She’d stopped looking scared now. She just looked…disappointed.
No way.
Right then, a familiar-looking cane nudged Cuddy, coming dangerously close to her breasts. “Move over. Your seat’s there. And here I was, thinking you’d designed the seating plan.”
Well, she had, which was why Dr. Hadley was even at her table. Taub was there as well, to make it seem like her placement of Hadley wasn’t completely obvious. Resigned, Lisa moved back to her seat next to Mr. Stedman, who’d had nothing to do while she’d been talking with House’s fellow.
“So, about my niece’s brother-in-law from Oxford…”
[chapter name: Crosswire]
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cuddy
Word Count: 532
Rating: T for language now, M in later chapters
Warning/spoilers: Femslash, slight spoilers for the end of Season 4
Thirteen.
Cuddy came back from the bar looking livid, like she did after every conversation she had with House. To Remy’s surprise, the dean sat in House’s seat-next to her. Just as she was about to make a comment about how stupid House was or something, Cuddy leaned in and fired a question at her, sotto voce.
“What were you talking about with House just now?”
Remy’s eyes widened reflexively. House told her about the Huntington’s? No…I heard him say it would embarrass her. Then why does she care what we were talking about?
“It’s none of your business, Dr. Cuddy,” was the best response she could come up with. She added a small smile to show she wasn’t trying to be a bitch.
“I have reason to believe it is my business, Dr. Hadley,” was the terse reply.
That did it. What House had said about it embarrassing Cuddy didn’t make much sense, but Remy’s almost-certain death definitely concerned her. Shit, why the hell did he have to tell her?
“Dr. Cuddy, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the test result, but Huntington’s chorea doesn’t progress that quickly. I’m still young. The symptoms haven’t really started showing, so I have a good decade or more. I can keep my job, can’t I? House said it was all right…” She trailed off as she watched Cuddy’s expression transform from one of annoyance and anger to one of confusion, then…here we go again…pity.
“Dr. Hadley, I’m sorry. That’s not what Dr. House and I were talking about at all…I thought you might have been discussing…never mind. I feel a little idiotic now. Don’t worry about the Huntington’s; of course you can keep your job. Jeez.”
God, she’s so cute when she feels stupid. Even though she feels sorry for me. She’s still cute. Aargh, does she have to lean forward like that?
Stop looking down her shirt!
Okay, eye contact…there we go.
“I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” Cuddy said abruptly.
Cuddy.
What the fuck did you say that for? Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Aargh!
As she’d expected, Remy-Dr. Hadley’s only reply was, “What?”
Clearing her throat nervously, Lisa clarified, “That’s what House and I were talking about. He thought I wanted to have sex with you.”
Instead of the laughed-off response Lisa was hoping for, the other doctor blanched and said, very quietly, “Oh.”
Why does she look scared?
“What an idiot, right? Huh.” Lisa hoped she wasn’t overacting.
“Yeah,” Dr. Hadley replied, twisting her mouth a little bit to show her amusement. She’d stopped looking scared now. She just looked…disappointed.
No way.
Right then, a familiar-looking cane nudged Cuddy, coming dangerously close to her breasts. “Move over. Your seat’s there. And here I was, thinking you’d designed the seating plan.”
Well, she had, which was why Dr. Hadley was even at her table. Taub was there as well, to make it seem like her placement of Hadley wasn’t completely obvious. Resigned, Lisa moved back to her seat next to Mr. Stedman, who’d had nothing to do while she’d been talking with House’s fellow.
“So, about my niece’s brother-in-law from Oxford…”