Hola! It's been a while since I've been on FF; new account and all that jazz. My fic interests have changed drastically since the old account, and since it was a joint account, I figured I might as well just start one of my own. Now, this is going to be a collection of House/Cameron drabbles from prompt lists, so please refrain from throwing things at me if you aren't a fan of the pairing; most of them aren't really in the romantic sense, anyway, so much as... I'm not quite sure. Flirty teasing, perhaps. (Also, this is my first attempt at a Houseverse fic, so if you spot anything that seems too far off-base canonwise, feel free to comment on it, and I'll see if I can correct it next time around. /insecure)
Anyway, without further ado, here's Only In Jest. :D
TOP 10
She let him look through her iPod playlist while she drove him to Wilson's one soggy evening (something about his own car having a flat; she wasn't quite buying it). She should have known she was asking for trouble, but by the time she realized this, it was far too late.
"Adam Lambert?" House asked, pulling a face at her as they came to a stoplight. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with Adam Lambert, House."
"Cameron, the boy never should have made it beyond the top ten. He sounds like a dying Siamese. ... In heat."
She scoffed, her eyes narrowing a little as the gentleman in the car ahead of them, chatting away on his cell phone, failed to notice the light turn green. "That's a little harsh, don't you think?" she asked, flicking a glance at him as she tapped the horn in a halfhearted attempt to actually get somewhere before the light turned again. House's eyebrows arched at this.
"Honking the horn? Terribly. Oh," he continued, barely pausing as he feigned an epiphany. "You mean your terrible taste in music." She pouted a little; he ignored it. "Really, though. I could recommend so much better."
"What's not to like?" she argued, stubborn (all the while cursing the man still obliviously on his phone). House stared at her for a moment, then retrieved his cane and held it up to his face, imitating a microphone.
"Whataya want from me?" he shrilled, screwing up his face with the effort of his impression before looking her dead in the eye. Cameron could only gape at him, oblivious to the cars honking behind her - the guy on the cell phone had long since moved.
She never could listen to Adam Lambert songs after that.
Holy cow this looks longer on paper. ;_; Well. I guess that's the point of a drabble, eh? Reviews are appreciated - few more to come.