Authors Note: Reposting this!

This story is a dark!fic, rape!fic and has no specific pairings other than ones mentioned in conversation. This is rated M, for graphic sex, language, violence and rape. Oh, I also don't own the show or it's characters.

Look Both Ways

"Will you two stop already." Dr. Lisa Cuddy playfully knocked her blonde employee in the shoulder with her own as the three laughed over their multicolored and fruity drinks. "Not everyone's getting it on a regular basis." She half grinned, half giggled as she brought her drink to her lips. Unfortunately the 'oh so sympathetic' look Thirteen and Cameron were giving her caused her awkward shaped glass to tilt a little, spilling her cosmopolitan down her chin and the top of her shirt.

Before she could wipe it away, Thirteen, who was seated in the booth on the dark haired woman's other side, grabbed both of the woman's hands once she'd set the drink down, and held them in her lap. Before the woman could protest she explained, "You know it's blasphemy to spill alcohol; you know, letting it go to waste." Cuddy shook her head, not understanding. "Generally one spills on the table, which is always fun to watch."

"People lick alcohol off tables? These Tables?" The woman exclaimed looking at the site of the rickety, stained old wooden table. "I ain't putting my tongue to that thing-" Before she could finish Thirteen's hands had left the woman's and were now holding Cuddy's head in place; both women now facing each other. "What are you-"

Again before she could finish, something she definitely wasn't expecting happened; Thirteen kissed her. It was very brief and mostly involved the brunette running her tongue across Cuddy's lips and then down over her chin, taking up the spilt alcohol off the proverbial table. When she was satisfied she backed away and looked completely calm and collected; like this was something she did everything. Then again, it was Thirteen. "There, now you've had some. It's up to you whether you want it on a regular basis." She winked at her dumbfounded employer and picked up her Long Island Iced Tea.

Cameron was giggling throughout the encounter, having had the same reaction as Cuddy the first time Thirteen had done that to her. At least the older doctor was wearing a high cut top so no alcohol made it to her upper chest. "Stop looking like I just asked you to marry me." Thirteen waved her hand in front of the Dean, who suddenly snapped out of her reverie. "You should of seen what I had to do to Cameron a few weeks ago." The two younger doctors laughed at their in joke, not realizing that Cuddy wasn't laughing along.

"You gonna finish that?" Cuddy asked Thirteen, pointing to her LI Iced Tea." The brunette had planned on it but shook her head no. "Thanks." Cuddy grabbed it and gulped down the mixture of alcohol and sours and slammed it down on the table when she was done. This time she wiped her lips quickly with the back of her hand.

"You okay? You know I was only playing around, right?" Thirteen asked, now terrified she'd crossed the line where the lesbians sit at the back of the class. Involuntarily she grabbed Cameron's strawberry daiquiri and began choking it down as fast as the burning in her throat would allow. Cameron, who was now drink-less, and one down from the others, grabbed Cuddy's Cosmo and painfully chugged it down. It was not one of her favorites.

Cuddy took a moment to ponder, staring at the glass that was now only full of watery ice. "No, no. It's alright. It's just I didn't expect you're tongue," She glared playfully at Thirteen, "to be the first thing to touch my lips in four months." She said sincerely, and both women beside her unclenched and then had to laugh. The last thing they wanted was to freak out their boss the first time they'd managed to get her out of the hospital and to a bar for a drink.

As the night continued, there was no more spilling of alcohol, but much of it was passed around between the three. "You know..." Cameron slurred, the beer in her hand sloshing but not spilling over the edge. "we're doctors..." This led up to a great silence.

When she didn't seem to be able to finish her sentence, Cuddy giggle and took the woman's beer from her. "Cutting you off missy." Not that she was one to make judgement on another individuals impairments. "And you too." She grabbed Thirteens still half full Margarita when she noticed the girl only seemed interested in the salt around the glass. "Alright you two." She managed, pushing Thirteen off the circular booth first so she could stand up. They left Cameron to collect her motor functions while they paid the tab.

"The cabs are parked behind us." Thirteen explained, tripping over the air before her feet. When they reached the table, Cameron was resting her arms on it, her head squished neatly between them. "Get up you lazy blonde cow." That always did the trick and Cameron pulled herself to her feet and the three doctors made their way oh so gracefully out of the pub.

*****

"I don't get why we have to go this way." Cuddy groaned as she stumbled over some sort of soggy cardboard box. The three were heading down a long wide alley that separated the bar and the warehouse next door. "This doesn't seem very safe." Despite the multitude of alcohol in her system, there was still a part of her that was trying to remain rational.

Thirteen held onto Cameron as the girl nearly fell head first into a puddle after tripping over the same cardboard box. "We do it all the time. Soooooooooo much faster than going out the front." She giggled when Cuddy now fell into her arms as the woman's high heels were definitely not made for walking through alley trash. "Besides, there's no one else here." She pointed ahead. She was correct of course, they were halfway through the alley and appeared to be quite alone.

That is until Cameron let out a loud shriek, which was soon muffled by a large, somewhat muscular hand. The other two women opened their own mouths but quickly shut them when the man cocked a gun and held it to the side of Cameron's head. "Should have looked both way's ladies." He let go of the blonde when he was confident the three terrified women wouldn't be stupid enough to scream or try to run. He didn't like shooting women; but he also disliked the idea of being caught.

As if on instinct, Cuddy stepped in front of her two companions, as a mother would to her children. "What do you want from us?" Her voice was shaky, for she was nearly positive at least one of them was going to be raped tonight. "Look, we're doctors, if it's money you want-"

"This one talks to much, I want that one. Gun's second companion, Scar, walked forward and wrapped his filthy wrist around Thirteens'. Immediately she began to struggle but once more the sound of the Gun being cocked, this time at Cuddy's head, caused her to stiffen and allow the man to move her to the side. The third man, whom they would only remember as Spike, for that was the most distinguishing thing about him; his spiked hair, grabbed Cameron and pulled her in the opposite direction.

"Oh goody, I was hoping to get the big mouth." He snickered along with his companions. "On you're knees, bitches." His voice was authoritative, but not loud enough for anyone on the streets at either end of the alley to hear. And what were the odds someone would randomly look into their alley, as if thinking 'hey, i wonder if someone's getting raped in there'.

Cameron was the first to fall to her knees, her hands covering her mouth as she fought the urge to vomit. "If any of you bitches need to expel any alcohol, nows the time to do it." As if on cue, Cameron placed her hands on the filthy cement and brought up part of her early dinner, but mostly the alcohol she'd just consumed. Thirteen had been okay until she'd heard Cameron and was soon on the ground too, emptying her stomach while she held her own hair back.

Gun looked at Cuddy. "I'd highly suggest emptying out now." He looked from one of his companions to the other, then back at the doctor. "Because you won't get a chance once my dick is plugging up your mouth.

Cuddy tried closing her nose to the smell of her companions vomit, the sound itself not enough to get her own stomach churning. When she shook her head, refusing, Gun grabbed her by the hair and grinned. "You guys picked the wrong girls to fuck; this one here thinks she's tough."

It was one thing to know you are about to be raped, and another thing to be told. Cuddy's hand instantly went to her mouth, and like her companions, she immediately emptied out her stomach; her throat burning as the alcohol passed through it a second time. "That's a good girl." Gun patronized, actually pulling back Cuddy's hair.

"You bastard." Cuddy tossed at him as she sat up and wiped furiously at her mouth and chin. This resulted in a back handed slap across her cheek, splitting the skin directly over the bone. She immediately went to touch the wound but then stopped, realizing how filthy her hands were. Instead she closed her eye on that side as the stinging began to fade away. She could feel the small amounts of blood trickling down her face and down her jawline. To think she had been shocked when Thirteen cleaned the alcohol off her chin earlier.

Gun looked between all three women; each kneeling but sitting on their heels. Cameron was occasionally having to lean forward as another wave of nausea hit her. "I want you three to sit on your hands." He instructed, and slowly Thirteen and Cuddy placed their hands, palms up, between their thighs and their rear. Cameron was still having trouble working all the liquid out of her system but complied as well.

"Now, here is how it's going to work." Gun started to pace between the three women. It was obvious at this point that he was the only one with power, and perhaps experience. His two companions looked a little nervous with excitement and gave their presumed leader a lot of space to do his spiel. "The three of you pretty ladies are going to give us the best blow jobs of our lives. Understand?"

Cameron vomited again, this time to the side so as not to move from her posture. Both her and Thirteen were making no effort to hide their tears. Cuddy on the other hand was putting on a front; a rather good one at that. Gun watched the woman in front of him curiously, waiting for whatever she was undoubtably going to say. "You can have me; just leave the two of them alone."

The two younger doctors looked up at their Dean in shock. "Oh, I'm already going to have you..." He postured, but still remained curious at the woman's stoic nature.

Cuddy took a fresh gulp of air, which only brought the vomit taste back into her stomach. Giving herself a second to let it settle she looked up at the big man and responded. "No, I mean, you can have me... willingly." The second part was barely above a whisper but in the alley all six heard it. "Just leave my friends alone and I'll suck your cock like no bitch has ever done before."

Thirteen and Cameron shared a look, neither believing the words coming out of their bosses mouth. "Dr. Cuddy..." Cameron pleaded between her tears but Gun pointed his weapon at her and she remained silent.

"Interesting. You care about these individuals so much that you would willingly pleasure me, without a fight?" Cuddy took in another deep breath, making a great effort not to look at either of her companions. She nodded and looked up at the man, for the first time making eye contact. "Holy shit, the bitch is serious."

"Hey, man. What about us?" Scar slapped his leader on the shoulder to get his attention. "We had an agreement." Gun was less than amused and turned and spat at his youngest colleague. "Fuck this shit man.." Spike was giving Scar a look that told him to 'watch it, or he'd soon have Gun's cock pushing down his throat.'

"Alright. You said you'd give me the best damn blow job ever." Cuddy closed her eyes and nodded. "Well then, let's see what you can do."