Benefits
Title: Benefits
Author:
jaded_reality
Characters: James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House, Robert Chase
Prompt: #018. Black
Word Count: 522 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: James used to commiserate with House over the Hospital's black-tie benefits. Now that he's with Lisa, he kind of enjoys them.
Author's Notes: This is set in an alternate universe that I've created, in which Wilson and Cuddy have an established relationship. The primary fic for it isn't posted yet, as it's for
house_bigbang.
"You're nauseating."
"What?" James sips his champagne and raises an eyebrow at House. His other eye is focused on Lisa, schmoozing a couple who've donated over two million dollars to the hospital in the past two years.
"The two of you, practically whoring yourselves out to the highest bidder."
James sighs. They've been over this, he and House, a million times before. House had even gotten used to it, it seemed, until he and Lisa got together. Now, suddenly, he finds these fundraisers more offensive than he ever did before.
"These people have money, money that the hospital needs. Oncology is ridiculously dependent on donations. Grants don't cut it. There are departments in this hospital that can't operate continually at a loss."
"Ouch." House claps a hand over his heart. "Hit me where it hurts." The same hand then strays up to fiddle with his bowtie. "I hate these monkey suits."
"Penguin," James corrects him and smoothes the pants of his own tux. He kind of likes the excuse to dress up, though he'd never tell House that. And seeing Lisa in the black evening gown she chose for tonight is just an added bonus.
"Whatever. Animals. Clothes in which I do not belong."
"The nurses think you look good in a tux," he tries, but House isn't having it.
"The nurses think you look good."
"Well, yes." There's no point in denying because House will mock him even more if he tries. As it is, the diagnostician rolls his eyes. "Cameron thinks you look good." The immunologist is across the room in her own black gown that, thankfully, bears no resemblance to Lisa's outside their shared hue. She's been watching House all night.
"Go schmooze with your girltoy."
"I'm sure she'd be pleased to hear you call her that."
"Bring her over and I'll say it to her face."
"No doubt." James drains his glass of champagne and, leaving it on the nearest table, decides he'll take House's advice.
Save the last bit, at least.
He nods to House, who grumbles under his breath but waves him off. "I hope you at least get some for the two of us having to endure this."
James isn't even going to ask how his getting some makes up for House having to wear a tux and act like a halfway mature human being. He moves off and reaches Lisa just as her donors wander off, probably in search of more booze. He runs a hand down her side lightly and presses a kiss to her cheek. "You look amazing. You should dress like this every day."
"House would run out of comments about my chest within a week."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Point."
"How soon can you escape?"
"The Hospital? Another two hours."
"This room."
She raises an eyebrow. "I can spare a minute or two."
"How about fifteen?"
"Maybe. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, as much as you look gorgeous in black," he murmurs into her ear, "I'd much rather see you out of it."
He smirks over his shoulder at House as he escorts Lisa toward the elevator.
x-posted to
housefic,
wilson_cuddy,
fanfic100
Author:
jaded_reality
Characters: James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House, Robert Chase
Prompt: #018. Black
Word Count: 522 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: James used to commiserate with House over the Hospital's black-tie benefits. Now that he's with Lisa, he kind of enjoys them.
Author's Notes: This is set in an alternate universe that I've created, in which Wilson and Cuddy have an established relationship. The primary fic for it isn't posted yet, as it's for
house_bigbang.
"You're nauseating."
"What?" James sips his champagne and raises an eyebrow at House. His other eye is focused on Lisa, schmoozing a couple who've donated over two million dollars to the hospital in the past two years.
"The two of you, practically whoring yourselves out to the highest bidder."
James sighs. They've been over this, he and House, a million times before. House had even gotten used to it, it seemed, until he and Lisa got together. Now, suddenly, he finds these fundraisers more offensive than he ever did before.
"These people have money, money that the hospital needs. Oncology is ridiculously dependent on donations. Grants don't cut it. There are departments in this hospital that can't operate continually at a loss."
"Ouch." House claps a hand over his heart. "Hit me where it hurts." The same hand then strays up to fiddle with his bowtie. "I hate these monkey suits."
"Penguin," James corrects him and smoothes the pants of his own tux. He kind of likes the excuse to dress up, though he'd never tell House that. And seeing Lisa in the black evening gown she chose for tonight is just an added bonus.
"Whatever. Animals. Clothes in which I do not belong."
"The nurses think you look good in a tux," he tries, but House isn't having it.
"The nurses think you look good."
"Well, yes." There's no point in denying because House will mock him even more if he tries. As it is, the diagnostician rolls his eyes. "Cameron thinks you look good." The immunologist is across the room in her own black gown that, thankfully, bears no resemblance to Lisa's outside their shared hue. She's been watching House all night.
"Go schmooze with your girltoy."
"I'm sure she'd be pleased to hear you call her that."
"Bring her over and I'll say it to her face."
"No doubt." James drains his glass of champagne and, leaving it on the nearest table, decides he'll take House's advice.
Save the last bit, at least.
He nods to House, who grumbles under his breath but waves him off. "I hope you at least get some for the two of us having to endure this."
James isn't even going to ask how his getting some makes up for House having to wear a tux and act like a halfway mature human being. He moves off and reaches Lisa just as her donors wander off, probably in search of more booze. He runs a hand down her side lightly and presses a kiss to her cheek. "You look amazing. You should dress like this every day."
"House would run out of comments about my chest within a week."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Point."
"How soon can you escape?"
"The Hospital? Another two hours."
"This room."
She raises an eyebrow. "I can spare a minute or two."
"How about fifteen?"
"Maybe. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, as much as you look gorgeous in black," he murmurs into her ear, "I'd much rather see you out of it."
He smirks over his shoulder at House as he escorts Lisa toward the elevator.
x-posted to
housefic,
wilson_cuddy,
fanfic100