Panic Attack (4/12)
Yay, my first post-hiatus fic! Well, it's just a short chapter, but whatever.
There should be some Bones oneshots coming up soon, since I speed-watched everything until 4x10 over the past few weeks. Including when I was meant to be revising for my exams. Kyahhh.
Anywayyy...
Title: Panic Attack (4/12)
(chapter name: Waiting)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 389
Rating: M to be safe, but no major sex here.
Prompt: #31: Freak-out of the first degree
Warning: Femslash. And if you haven’t seen Wilson’s Heart, go away and come back after you have.
Remy kisses down from Allison’s mouth down to her neck, stopping for few seconds to bite lightly at her pulse point before moving down via Allison’s clavicle to her breasts. Just as Remy’s about to begin doing God-knows-what to Allison’s left nipple, the loud beeping of a pager interrupts. “Shit,” Allison mutters, pulling her clothes back on with one hand while checking her pager with the other. “Do you know where I live?” she asks hurriedly, turning to a fidgeting Remy. “I was thinking you could come by after you’re discharged and I get off work, see,” she adds with a roguish grin.
“Umm…no, I don’t. Why don’t you come over to my place instead? I’ll be home all day, but there’s no telling when you might get off work. Just find my file when you have a second-my address is right there.”
Allison nods, then rushes out of Remy’s hospital room while tying up her hair. Remy closes the bathroom door, resigned to taking another shower.
Remy enters her apartment, dropping her bag on the floor and making her way to her bedroom. She flops down on the bed. “What the hell am I doing?” she sighs, raking her hands through her hair. The pain she’d experienced after blacking out and being run over, plus the sex with Allison had almost driven away the deeper pain-the knowledge that she’s going to die. She lies there thinking for a little while, finally drifting into that uneasy place between sleep and awareness. Visions that aren’t quite dreams, but not mere memories either, cross her mind vaguely: images of her mother, the funeral, the crying; the pain she had finally managed to get over; the first time her hands had started twitching, more crying; the test and the results… And now here she is, crying again. She sits up, sniffing slightly as she reaches over to her nightstand for a tissue. There’s a knock at the door, and she remembers Allison. “Fine state to be in right now,” she whispers under her breath. Throwing away the tissue, she walks over to the door and opens it.
“Hey,” she says with a slight smile.
“Hey, yourself,” Allison replies.
A quick comment is all it takes to make my day! -hint-
There should be some Bones oneshots coming up soon, since I speed-watched everything until 4x10 over the past few weeks. Including when I was meant to be revising for my exams. Kyahhh.
Anywayyy...
Title: Panic Attack (4/12)
(chapter name: Waiting)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 389
Rating: M to be safe, but no major sex here.
Prompt: #31: Freak-out of the first degree
Warning: Femslash. And if you haven’t seen Wilson’s Heart, go away and come back after you have.
Remy kisses down from Allison’s mouth down to her neck, stopping for few seconds to bite lightly at her pulse point before moving down via Allison’s clavicle to her breasts. Just as Remy’s about to begin doing God-knows-what to Allison’s left nipple, the loud beeping of a pager interrupts. “Shit,” Allison mutters, pulling her clothes back on with one hand while checking her pager with the other. “Do you know where I live?” she asks hurriedly, turning to a fidgeting Remy. “I was thinking you could come by after you’re discharged and I get off work, see,” she adds with a roguish grin.
“Umm…no, I don’t. Why don’t you come over to my place instead? I’ll be home all day, but there’s no telling when you might get off work. Just find my file when you have a second-my address is right there.”
Allison nods, then rushes out of Remy’s hospital room while tying up her hair. Remy closes the bathroom door, resigned to taking another shower.
Remy enters her apartment, dropping her bag on the floor and making her way to her bedroom. She flops down on the bed. “What the hell am I doing?” she sighs, raking her hands through her hair. The pain she’d experienced after blacking out and being run over, plus the sex with Allison had almost driven away the deeper pain-the knowledge that she’s going to die. She lies there thinking for a little while, finally drifting into that uneasy place between sleep and awareness. Visions that aren’t quite dreams, but not mere memories either, cross her mind vaguely: images of her mother, the funeral, the crying; the pain she had finally managed to get over; the first time her hands had started twitching, more crying; the test and the results… And now here she is, crying again. She sits up, sniffing slightly as she reaches over to her nightstand for a tissue. There’s a knock at the door, and she remembers Allison. “Fine state to be in right now,” she whispers under her breath. Throwing away the tissue, she walks over to the door and opens it.
“Hey,” she says with a slight smile.
“Hey, yourself,” Allison replies.
A quick comment is all it takes to make my day! -hint-