This will be posted until I near the end: I've been thinking that maybe I'd give a preview of my upcoming story to see if it's any good... If you want to be put on the list of possibilities, tell me.
Three reviews? You're kidding me! Do I suck that much? Maybe I will make them gone for only a week… But maybe not… Today I found the old TV show I had been hunting for (Ronin not Roman) for at least three years (yup, that long), so I'm super-duper happy. And super-duper happy writers give the readers what they're really here for – oh yeah, strip poker (which I have never played and am too busy to really research)!
Ideas again thanks to K, M, M.A, my aunt Jodi, and of course, my beta, Mezzo Princess (who I haven't been able to reach lately). More spoilers at the end (this time they're PICS!)
Chapter Nine
The Attack of the Clowns (and Whipped Crème)
After the men had recovered from their shock at what Cameron had said, everyone had had a pretty good time. Now it was dark, and they were all sitting outside, fire in the middle of the circle of people. Cameron had vanished into the motor home, saying she was getting supplies for s'mores. Now she had emerged from the motor home, carrying marshmallows, Fudge Strip cookies, and things to roast the marshmallows.
"So, who's ready for the best s'mores ever made?" She grinned as she put the items on a picnic table that was near the camper, grabbed a 'mallow, stuck it on the end of the stick, took two cookies, and sat back down on her chair. She extended the rod, and making sure it was perfect, hovered the marshmallow over the fire.
"Where are the gram crackers?" Foreman was over by the table, prepared to make himself one.
"We don't need any. Just take two cookies. I promise you'll like them." She flipped the marshmallow over. Soon everyone had a marshmallow and was roasting it over the fire. House was having way too much fun watching his burst into flames and fry until it popped and slid off of his rod.
"You're going to waste all of the marshmallows if you continue to do that." Cameron noted as she tried to eat her s'more without getting it all over her face. She was failing.
"And you're going to if you insist on getting it all over your face." House grinned as he saw the glob of marshmallow on her nose.
"Well-"
Cuddy wisely decided to switch topics, knowing they could go on forever. "Where did you find out to make them like this?" Cuddy asked, gesturing to her s'more.
"My mother always made them. We'd go to the lake and she'd always bring them along. It was easier than trying to remember where she put the gram crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows." She shrugged. "They're good though, aren't they?"
oXo
"Haha! Remove yet another layer." Keira winked at Chase, who was now down to his pants and socks. They were playing strip poker, with some edited rules. The girls were all one team, and the girl that one got to pick which boy had to take off a layer. Keira had been winning, so far, and had insisted on picking on Chase. So far, everyone except Chase was one layer down. Chase glared at Keira, but took his socks off.
"So, you done? Guys forfeit?" Cuddy grinned at the sulking Chase.
"Not until you are all in you're panties." House winked at the girls.
"Even if you guys are naked?" Cameron was grinning madly.
"We won't be naked." House grinned back.
"You guys sure of that?" Keira grinned before taking and shuffling the cards.
oXo
"So, still set on getting us down to our panties?" Cameron giggled. All the men were now down to their underwear. Keira had decided to humor the guys, and when they had been chosen they had removed her shirt, causing a considerable reaction of coughs and eyes averting and focusing on their cards like they were the most interesting things in the world. All the girls had grinned at the men's reaction.
"Oh, look at the time!" Foreman glanced down at his imaginary watch, right before remembering he wasn't wearing one. Everyone was laughing.
"So, what time is it?" Keira was the first to get a hold of her breathing.
"Oh, well… It's really dark out and-"
"Forfeiters. Well," Keira looked at her real watch, "I suppose I should get home anyway." Keira found her shirt and pulled it over her head. She then grabbed her socks and shoes and slipped them on. Cameron and Cuddy both did the same thing.
"I am never letting you guys live this down." Cameron noted as she pulled on her last sock, trying to find her other shoe.
But you don't know what's about to happen… House grinned as he started to get dressed again.
oXo
Cameron yawned as she shut the light off in the bedroom and crawled into bed. She noticed that House had stolen one of her pillows and put it on his pile, she took the top one off, revealing a miniature clown grinning and holding a cane like he was about to kill her. There was a small penlight that illuminated his face, making everything that much eerier.
"AHHHH!" Cameron screamed and rolled off the bed. "Ow!" She had landed on her butt, head just missing the nightstand. She could hear House laughing in the bathroom.
"You're going to pay!" She yelled at the door. Chase immediately rushed inside the camper: he had been outside munching on a few more cookies.
"Are you okay?" He knelt beside her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Butt's a little sore." She stood up, allowing Chase to aid her. "You're going to pay, mark my words House!" She grinned as a plan began to form in her mind.
oXo
"Cameron?" Chase groggily whispered. It was really dark now, and he had been asleep until he heard the fridge open.
"Shh!" Cameron growled at him. "I just need the whipped crème. Go back to sleep."
"Why do you need the whipped crème?" Lots of thoughts Chase didn't want to be thinking came into his mind.
"Payback." She shut the door, tiptoed back into the room and flipped on the penlight that had been used against her before. She stuck it in her mouth and shook the container. She uncapped it, and making sure to not hit House in the face with the light, covered his hand with the whipped crème. She grinned, snuck the whipped crème back into the fridge, and grabbed the feather duster from the hall closet. Taking the duster, she gently brushed over House's face with it, and got the exact reaction she wanted. His hand went up as if to swat the duster away, but she moved fast and he ended up getting his face covered with whipped crème. Cameron did everything she could do to not blow her cover as she snapped a picture of House, all covered with whipped crème. The flash woke him up, and he blinked a couple of times, not sure what was going on.
"What the-" He realized what had happened. "You're going to pay! Just wait."
"Oh, I will. But for right now you have to get whipped crème off of your face." Cameron grinned. Revenge was sweet, especially when it's whipped crème.
So you guys really owe that chapter to a lot of movies (had a favorite-movie-marathon), and to ajcookroxmysox, Boys Don't Cry, and ShipperCrazed – FanFicCrazy
But you really don't care, do you? No, because I have pics of season four!
www. Houseisright . com/2007/07/27/house-first-season-4-spoiler-photos/
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Please R&R! I've never begged for this story, but I'm prepared to know!
(And threaten… MWAHAHA!)
