House, MD Fan Fiction (no title as of yet)
Takes place during the "It's Tuesday" phase of the show; there aren't any particularly planned romantic encounters during this story, though they may come about through a natural progression of the plot. No graphic stuff and (hopefully) no OOC behavior. This is my first House, MD fic, and I've only recently begun watching the reruns. Full cast involved, but may turn character-centric at some point.
He could hear her heels click-clacking on the linoleum-tiled floors of the hallway and waited for them to enter the office. He could picture the look on her face, and tried not to sneer as he kept his eyes focused on the TV airing his favorite soap.
"House!" her shrill voice hit a new octave. He glanced up, and focused his eyes on her cleavage. "House, pick your chin up off the floor, wipe the drool from your mouth and get to the clinic! There are 46 patients and only 2 doctors!"
"Hey Cuddles. You serving fries to go with that milkshake?" He smirked as his feet slid off the chair and onto the carpet beneath while he turned his body to face her. Cuddy rolled her eyes and pointed out the door. "Sorry, can't do it, I'm on my break."
"What is this, a 48 hour break?" Cuddy shot back.
"That would be a 52 hour break. I'm taking the accumulated breaks Cameron hasn't used for the past 8 weeks. Come to think of it, she never takes breaks so this could be the start of a 365 hour break." At this, she moved directly between him and the television, staring him down. He cocked his head and stared at her breasts again with a quizzical look on his face, "Nope, General Hospital is still more interesting. Now move."
"House if you're not down in the clinic in the next 20 minutes I'll cut off your supply of vicodin." Cuddy warned.
"Ouch, you really know how to hurt a guy. Make it 25 minutes; I want to see if they're going to make up." House teased.
"Fine." Cuddy stated as she walked out the door. She smiled quietly to herself, knowing that he may have chosen his own time frame, but she'd won the battle. She passed Dr. Cameron in the hallway and the customary pleasantries were exchanged before she stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button to take her to the sanctity of her office.
"Ah, Dr. Cameron, how good of you to come by." House remarked as he picked up his nametag and tossed it to her. "You've got clinic duty."
"House, I'm taking a break," she said calmly as she tossed the nametag back. It landed with a small bounce next to him on the chair, which once again held his tennis-shoed feet, and she made her way through the glass doors that separated their offices.
"Yeah, about that." House started.
"House, legally I have to take a break," Cameron said, popping her head back into his office.
"And legally, you already have… in fact, according to my calculations you owe the hospital 3 more break hours." House said, turning off his soap and turning to her. 'What perfect timing,' he thought, 'my show just rolled credits.'
"What? House, I haven't had so much as a coffee break for months!" Cameron insisted.
"Right, and when you leave that much up to chance you risk losing your breaks altogether." He hinted.
"You're giving me your clinic hours in exchange for my breaks? House!" she nearly screamed. "House, you can't do that; particularly the part without my consent!"
"It's already done, now get or I'll tell Chase you like him. It is Tuesday you know." He smiled, knowing he'd won.
"You're an ass."
"And you're late for your clinic hours… Dr. House." He teased, throwing the nametag at her again.