This is definitely AU. Huddy. Will be moody at parts, confusing at others, will be a little dark in parts. A set of 20 ficlets; maybe a drabble or two for the 20_fics prompt table I claimed at lj. All prompts in the table will be related and should be read in order (I re-organized the prompt table, which can be found at my lj...same username), and though this first one isn't Huddy yet...it leads up to it (and by the last fic, this first chapter will make sense...I don't want to give it away). As always, thanks to my lightening fast and brilliant betas: Chippers87 & Wrytingtyme.
One
"One, two, three, good job Lisa, come on just a little longer...nine, ten. It's almost over; count with me again. One-"
"But Mommy, it hurts." Five year old Lisa tried not to look at the second large needle that was on the verge of piercing her skin. Glaring at the brutal beast who was assigned the job of routine vaccinations, Cuddy stuck her tongue out at him and looked at her mom, hoping the fake tears she managed to summon would do the trick.
"I know sweetie, just count with me one more time and it'll be all over, okay?"
Lisa hated the number one. One was always followed by two and then by three. Counting meant two things: she was in trouble and her father would give her until the count of three to obey his every word, or the number one meant her mother was trying to get her to calm down. Knowing the tears weren't working, Lisa began counting while trying not to look at that rather fascinating needle. "One, two, three…."
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"Okay, one more time, now. That's it. One, two, three, four, five, six…."
Cuddy gasped; she had always hated the number one.