A/N: This was my dream last night. Well, a little of it was. This is just a snippet, but I'm sure you can guess what's going on.
Dedicated to spncsifreak, who pleaded for some Huddy action. I don't know the exact definition of Huddy, but…this must be pretty close.
By: Hadley
Disclaimer: Actually, yes. I do own House, M.D., along with the state of New Jersey and several breeds of rattlesnakes. (NOTE: I do not actually own any of those things. Sarcasm, people. Sarcasm.)
The doors of Princeton-Plainsboro hospital swung open with a snap. Dr. Gregory House, known as 'Diagnostic Bastard' to the general public, led the way through the doors, guiding his very pregnant not-girlfriend. Slash boss. Her name was Cuddy.
Every few seconds, the dark-haired dean would moan and shoot House The Look, and he knew she meant business. His not-girlfriend was not above killing whoever got in her way. Finally, the pair managed to steer their way through the crowd of gawking patients to the nurses' desk.
"We need a room! Now!" House yelled, his voice wavering slightly with a rare and unfamiliar uncertainty.
An intern gripped his clipboard for dear life and his face paled considerably. "I'm sorry, b-but we don't have any rooms available at the moment. If you'd just wait for—"
Cuddy's face grew flushed. "I'm the dean of the damn hospital! Get me a room, or I'll go into labor on the waiting room floor!"
Suddenly, the head nurse, Brenda, ran into the area, pushing the intern aside with a shove. "Dr. Cuddy! We have your room." She turned around and shouted to a passing group of nurses. "I need a gurney in here!"
Four nurses pushed the gurney on its easily movable wheels through the halls of the hospital, not one paying attention to the flustered intern trailing behind them. House hurried behind them with his cane, nervously peering over at his not-girlfriend as she laid on the metal bed in anguish. The labor had begun.
The intern whispered sharply to Nurse Brenda. "How did you get a room? They're all full!"
She looked down at the man, her face showing both disgust and her obvious attempt at hiding it. "I always have a room ready. Do you really expect babies to wait until they have sterile surroundings?"
Wilson was walking through Pediatric Oncology to check up on his young patient when he quickly skidded to a stop. A shriek pierced the serenity of the hospital, definitely female, and for a moment Wilson was terrified. Was she ok? Did she need a nurse? Did he need to call security? Then he heard House's careful retort above the hospital din. "Can't you idiots go any faster? If only I'd gone to medical school…then I'd know that it was possible to scrub up in less than a few years."
He sighed in relief. It was only House. And, judging by his angry yell, the situation was under control, being handled by regular doctors and nurses.
Wilson chuckled, the reality of the situation completely unbeknownst to him. His best friend was about to be a father and he had no idea.
All he knew was this: whoever the woman was, House was making her awfully mad.
