Hello everyone! Thank you for your continued support. There are still four or five drabbles waiting to be published but inspiration may strike again in the meantime. Or a bit later on. We'll see! Anyway, hope you will enjoy this one ;)
Edit: I forgot! This one is set before season seven, although it doesn't really matter.
14. You can borrow mine.
Cuddy was at peace.
It was three in the afternoon. No major incidents at the hospital so far. The clinic was running smoothly. House had agreed for the first time in two weeks to catch up on his clinic hours. He'd seen three patients in half an hour, none of them had stormed out looking pissed off – well, not really. She'd kept an eye on him, volunteering at the clinic as well since her schedule allowed her to, for once. So far so good.
He dropped a folder in the outbox, whined a little, teased Cuddy who was filling admission paperwork at the nurses' station. He grabbed his next file, only to walk out of the exam room a moment later, and started listlessly looking around.
"What?" Cuddy asked.
"I can't find my stethoscope."
"Bummer."
"Can't do clinic duty without a stethoscope."
He began to walk away. Cuddy grabbed him by the sleeve and unwrapped her stethoscope from around her neck. "I know what you're trying to do. You can borrow mine," she told him with a wide grin.
"Moooom."
"Go," she said, gently pushing him towards the exam room.
"It's a seventy-year-old who says her cha-cha burns!"
"Perfect, you don't even need a stethoscope!"
"You think I want to be looking at dried up, yeasty vaginas? I'd rather be looking at yours."
"What makes you think my vagina isn't dried up and yeasty?"
A nurse glanced up in shock.
He looked at her from head to toe. "I know you haven't had some in a while, but come on, Cuddy. Give yourself some credit."
She smirked. "Just hold your breath, you big baby. You'll be fine."
"You're an evil, evil woman." She shut the door behind him, chuckling to herself.