Is there a love Lost and Found
"Please," Greg begged. "Get me out of this."
Wilson smiled. He ran his hand over Greg's collar, relishing the power he had to rescue Greg. "Really? I thought you liked this?" he teased.
The tag was heart-shaped. On the back, there was the official stuff, property of Doctor Alison Cameron. On the front, in curly script, Greg & Alison.
"Doctor Cameron asked to be transferred to work in ER," Cuddy explained. She looked as if she was concealing a smile. "As she's no longer your fellow, she can tag you."
"I'm going to take care of you," Cameron said. She had to reach up to fasten the tag on his collar. Once it was on, she leaned up to kiss him. "Everything's going to be all right," she promised.
The good part about being tagged was being able to ride elevators. That was often the only good part about being tagged.
Chick-flick marathons at Cameron's apartment. House reimagined them as porn. Followed by exceptionally boring sex. Cameron liked cuddling.
Being hand-fed chocolate. Cameron liked to give him sweet cream-filled treats.
Eating Cameron's idea of gourmet food. (Actually, that part was pretty good. Apart from the oysters.) Okay, that was the second good part about being tagged, except when Vogler tagged him (chintzy rich bastard): the food got better.
Watching the L Word with Cameron with the sound track on. The Hello Kitty cane. Tea instead of coffee. Being made to eat the vegetables. Having to carry a teddy-bear dressed in a white coat and refer to it as "Doctor Bear". Listening to Simon and Garfunkel. The pink pocket-protector. Foreman's looks of contempt. Reading stories to pediatric patients in ER. Chase's looks of pity.
The food was good. He got to ride in elevators. Wilson was furious.
Annoying Wilson (creepy sadistic bastard) was one of the few pleasures. Wilson got a really terrible frown on his face whenever he saw House with that heart-shaped silver tag hanging from his collar, and whenever he spoke to Cameron he sounded like he was just barely quelling rage.
"You know, I could get you out of this," Wilson offered once, when they were both riding the same elevator. He looked down at House's pink trainers with the flashing lights and the smiley-face.
"Why would I want you to get me out of this?" House asked. "Cameron doesn't enjoy my pain." In fact, she'd bought a special pill box just for House's painkillers. It had cheerful stripes and a BE HAPPY message.
He went on saying that for weeks.
*housemd*housemd*housemd*
"What changed your mind?" Wilson asked. "What did Cameron plan that was so awful...?"
"It's her birthday next week," Greg said, hyperventilating. "She's got special permission from Cuddy to take me to American Doll Place in New York. We're going to eat out in the American Doll Cafe and she's going to choose me an American Doll that looks like her and we're going to see Wonderful Town at the Hirschfeld and you have to get me out of this I'd rather you cut my leg off!"
Wilson smiled. He took hold of the silly heart-shaped tag and pulled till the connector broke. It warmed his heart to see Greg relax.
"Now let's move you right on over into the Pain Control collarverse," Wilson said, eyes gleaming. "I like that much better."
Never to be continued...
My apologies for this. I'm trying to work seriously (if that's the word) on the last chapters of the 2nd season of CollarRedux. This actually comes from a long-ago email conversation with Tailkinker about how it might have gone for Greg if Cuddy had let Cameron tag him. It's meta. It's AU. It never really happened. Don't worry about it.