A/N: Marie told me recently that she needed a drabble like this. So…here it is. Possibilities for continuation.
Disclaimer: We all know that I, Hadley, am not the owner of House, M.D. You other authors, though…I'm not so sure.
It was a sunny day, as usual. Actually, the sun was radiantly gleaming throughout the whole kingdom, the expected weather. There was never a dreary day in Plainsboropia.
She catapulted out of bed cheerily, the good dreams she always had long forgotten. Before exiting the perfect room, Cameron glanced over at her still-sleeping-dreamily bed partner—Chase. He was known far and wide as The Fool, and she only had sex with him to make him feel better. Just another dept to society repaid by the Super Woman.
Cameron walked daintily out of her perfect house and onto the perfect street with the perfect asphalt crunching under her perfect shoes. Perfect! She thought. Now I can go back to work and save trillions of lives. She entered the tall, somewhat blocky building that read 'Gregory-Plainsboro Puppy Hospital'. Cameron smiled a dentist-screaming sugar-flavored smile. It would be another great day at work!
Upon a fashionable entrance to the hospital, Cameron was greeted with adoring fans. "Oh, Dr. Cameron! I'm a HUGE fan of your work!"
Cameron would just toss her silky-smooth hair over her shoulders. "It's nothing. I'm just doing my job." Of course, her fans would swoon at the words she spoke. She quietly stepped over the fallen bodies and headed over to her office—The Colored Room. It was a beautifully and incredibly untastefully decorated room looking remarkably similar to the non-existent Diagnostics Room, but with inches of glitter on the walls.
But wait! There were more who wished to greet the Ultimate Supreme Goddess of the Universe. Cameron whistled in a Mary-Sue type way and instantly an assortment of rainbow-colored puppies and kittens were clamoring to touch her. She petted each one cheerfully, happily noting that most of them were already coated in sugar, just the way she liked her small fluffy animals. The day couldn't get better.
Cameron was wrong. Hearing the familiar sound of her superior-but-not-quite-because-women-are-equal-to-men popping a very large amount of pills, she positioned herself vulnerably against the wall and looked dreamily at the ceiling. Instantly, as if pulled by some outside author-related force, the dean of the hospital, Dr. Gregory House, pulled Cameron into his arms and began to kiss her unmercifully. She kissed back with a fire burning like a thousand grammatical errors.
And then she woke up. "Damn!" screamed Cameron, as she sat up in bed. "And I was just at the good part."