Title: I'll See You In Hell
Pairing: House/Cameron
Summary: Bad fic. Baaaaaaad fic! But on the bright side...Cameron's dead!
Parts: 1/1
Status: Complete.
Spoilers: Nope
Series/Sequel: Nuh-uh
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD, House, Cameron, or Stephen Lynch.
Authors notes & Warnings: Bad fic. Really, really, REALLY bad necrophilia song fic. shifty eyes Err after reading a bunch of House MST fics I'm kinda hoping to get MST-ed... waves to group And on the bright side? If it works I don't even need to TRY to make Foreman and Cuddy have a Grammar Nazi fit! I'm naturally this bad! Or maybe I can just make House and Cameron cry. And I get to shut the damned plot bunny up! Anyway...to the bad fic!
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House slid the CD into the CD player and skipped ahead to a certain song, before slowly climbing onto the bed and laying down next to his love.
I lie next her in bed,
She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed,
House stared at her. He slowly and gently ran a hand down her still face as he lay next to her on the bed. Cameron always loved this song. And he always enjoyed her weird sense of humor. And it was all so true. He did want to marry her.
Never mind the fact that she's dead,
It turns me on. It turns me on.
House chuckled darkly as he listened to the lyrics. Not so much turned him on but the alternative, being apart from her, was unthinkable.
Sure, She's a little cold to the touch,
But that doesn't bother me much,
House nodded as he ran a hand down her cool skin. Nothing could bother him as long as he could be near his beloved.
Because the embalmer's such,
A lovely job. A lovely job.
True. Very true. She was still holding up nicely. They'd even managed to cover up her many, many scars from years of self abuse and finely her suicide. She was still as lovely as ever.
She's a month dead and she's starting to smell,
But if loving a corpse is a sin...
I'll See you in hell.
He smiled. So true. So very, very true. He pushed him self up on him elbow and leaned over her brushing a kiss over her cold, still lips.
And now, I've got her propped up in a chair,
She's losing her skin and her hair,
And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare,
so much at me. So much at me.
House chuckled. Not so much that verse. No, his beloved Ally stayed right here. Her lovely skin and hair still firmly attached to her body. At least for now. And her beatuful eyes stayed closed, hidden from the world.
Yeah, rigamortis has taken it's toll,
And her body is as stiff as pole,
Yes. Sadly she wasn't as limber as she used to be, and that really limited the possible positions in bed...
But I'll never put her back in the hole,
I dug her from. I dug her from.
Never! He'd never put her back in that cold, cruel ground! No, his Allison would stay right here by his side. Forever.
She's a month dead and she's starting to smell,
But if loving a corpse is a sin...
I'll See you in hell.
I love you
Yes. He loved her. More then life. More then death. More then anything. And now? She would never leave him. Ever.
House smiled and hummed softly as the song finished and then started playing again.
The End.