The iPod Shuffle Challenge
Pick a subject to write about (fandom, character, pairing, the first thing that pops to mind, etc.)
Set your mp3 player/iPod to shuffle ALL of your songs, then hit Play.
You have from the beginning to the end of ONE song to write, based on whatever the music inspires you to write cencerning your subject.
Lather, rinse, and repeat for the first ten songs, no matter how ludicrous they may be!
Fandom: House
Pairings: Huddy, slight Hameron, Chameron, slight Hacey, and some Hilson bromance. And Foreman might pop up somewhere just 'cuz I feel like it.
1. THIS AIN'T A SCENE, IT'S AN ARMS RACE - FALL OUT BOY
Each step towards the hospital was a step to his doom. He knew he should just turn right back around and get on his bike to go back home, but he knew it wouldn't happen. He was already in view of the doors, and no doubt Cuddy had spotted him coming a mile away. Her nose was just that sharp. Just to prove his inner conscience's voice correct, as soon as he strode through the door, she was on him like a cop on a doughnut. That was Cuddy, digging her claws in and resisting every shake he made. He made it to the elevator without a comment and just stared back into her eyes as the doors closed and she stopped ranting. He gave her an apologetic raise of his eyebrows as she finally disappeared from his sight.
2. I DON'T WANNA BE (IN LOVE) [DANCE FLOOR ANTHEM] - GOOD CHARLOTTE (again??)
House twirled his cane in his right hand as he stared at his dry erase board that listed the symptoms of the little boy, Ian; both what he had and what he would have stared right back at him. Turning at the sound of his office door closing, he let out a sound of distress. Yes, distress was certainly what it was. His mind was hazed over from that little, red, strapless drape Cameron wore. He had to blink to look past her outrageously hot body, hidden by her lab coat as it was, and get a grip on reality. She'd noticed his stare, and he had to come up with something. Just play it off, House, his sharp mind commanded. With a quick glance into her eyes, he blinked once more. "What were we talking about?"
3. THE SWEET ESCAPE - GWEN STEFANI feat. AKON
"Where are you going?" Foreman asked and House shouldered his bag on his way out the door. The usually disgruntled doctor was in a good mood and gave his neurologist a nod. "I'm making my escape," he countered, and strode out the door, out of the hospital, and straight to his motorcycle. He straddled the hunk of metal and stroked the handlebars like he would a lover. Within moments, he was leaving the hospital behind, reaching higher speeds and feeling the wind blow through the eye shield of his helmet. He'd escaped, he laughed to himself, he was finally free. As he weaved in and out of the traffic around him, he had nowhere in particular on his mind. Just being away from his work, allowing his mind to clear and focus for even a few hours, was enough for him.
4. LIVIN' ON A PRAYER - BON JOVI
He kicked back the kickstand, revved the engine, and watched as Cuddy raised the flag. His grip tightened beneath his racing gloves, and as soon as she let the flag go with a wild yell, he sped past. The scenery around him blurred as he raced on. He rounded one corner, his eyes focused on the road one minute, then darting to the sidelines the next. He saw the faces of his subordinates, his "ducklings" as he called them, cheering him on. Foreman, Chase, and Cameron shouted their approval. Wilson nodded. It was then that he caught the gaze of the last person he'd expected to see, the face that threw him off track completely. He jolted, the bike bucking him off. He flipped over the handlebars with a wild yell, preparing his body for a hard smash against the asphalt, but only a soft mattress met him. Instead of the blaring sunshine, he saw darkness. He sat up, wiped sweat from his forehead and sighed; another nightmare. And he knew the one who'd caused it.
5. HEY THERE DELILAH -
Chase glanced up from the operating table and his heart rate sped when he caught sight of Cameron up in the observatory box. She caught and held his gaze; he saw her swallow. Was it from fear for their patient, or was it a display of nervous affection for him? He shook his head and concentrated on the patient, whose life was slowly ebbing away. He couldn't deny House and Foreman's acclaimations, couldn't deny that there was something between him and Allison. After an unexpected and wild one-night stand and years of working together, he'd felt the bond between them growing and growing. Something was there, and if he could just grasp it and hold on, maybe they had a chance.
6. MISERY BUSINESS - PARAMORE
Cuddy threw papers across the room in her frantic search for a certain file. She needed that file, but could not, for the life of her, find it anywhere. A thump on her work desk and she looked up to see a cane directly on top of a manilla folder. She glanced up into House's blue eyes; her heart leapt at the dark promise in his gaze. That smirk . . . how could she have been blind in all her years of working together? How could she have not noticed how charming he was? How his smile made her melt inside? She grabbed the folder from under his cane and smiled. "It's like you read my mind."
7. GOTTA BE SOMEBODY - NICKELBACK
Wilson opened the door to the balcony outside of his office, seeing House leaning on the brick wall, staring at the stars above. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Wilson shut the door and stood next to his colleague and friend. He raised his eyes to the stars. After a moment of silence, House stated, "Tell a man that there are ten billion stars in the sky and he'll believe you. Tell him that he's dying of tuberculosis caused by pneumonoconiosis and he wants proof." Wilson sighed. "That's generally what patients want: proof. If they thought you were diagnosing on a whim, they might get a little suspicious." House turned to him. "They can't trust their own doctors?" Wilson shrugged. "Trust is given when trust is recieved." "I'm saving his life." "You chained him to the bed." "To stop him from making a stupid decision that would have killed him. Sorry for being humane." Wilson shook his head and glanced back at the sky, knowing that House was House, and House was right.
8. SLEEPLESS NIGHTS -
House shifted in his bed, placing his arm under his pillow as he glanced at the clock. 2:39. He sighed and flopped onto his other side. As heavy as his eyelids felt, he could not get them to shut for good. Vicodin wouldn't help, unless he wanted to OD, but he wanted sleep, not a drug-induced coma; he didn't have any sleeping pills. He tossed and turned, sleep just beyond his fingertips. He sat up, frustrated, and rubbed the back of his head, then his right thigh. Grabbing his cane, he began to pace around his apartment, trying to relieve some of the pain. It was sleepless nights like these that he desperately wished to be in the hospital working.
9. STAGES - ZZ TOP
House glanced up from the file to watch Cuddy step out of her office and lock the door. He studied her intently, his jaw dropping slightly without him even knowing. His mouth watered as though he'd sniffed out something good. He could vaguely hear Chase tell him something about the patient's vitals, and he gave him mumbled instructions, his mind elsewhere. Setting the file down, he limped towards Cuddy, following her until he was neck-and-neck with her. She slowed her pace to watch him and smiled. House returned it with a small smirk, opening the door to the cafeteria like a gentleman to allow her in. A look of confused gratitude crossed her features. House smiled, deciding to take his lunch early as he followed her in.
10. PARALYZER - FINGER ELEVEN
House walked into the hospital and stopped dead in his tracks. Cuddy marched straight towards him, a frown on her face that told him that he was in trouble. But God, she was beautiful when she was angry. He listened to her rant and all the while, he stared at her lips; an undeniable urge to kiss that scowl off her face rose inside him. He did his best to contain it, but he found himself making a small noise of slight irritation and bending his head to take possession of her mouth. The small squeak of surprise melted away as soon as his lips began to move. When he lifted his head with a smirk, he began to walk away. "Now I know how to stop you when you start yelling at me." Cuddy scoffed and turned with an angrier scowl, but by the time she screamed, "HOUSE!" he was already inside the elevator and jamming his finger on the "Close door" button.
I'd have to say that my favorite pairing is definitely House/Cuddy, or "Huddy". For every fast song, I keep imagining House racing on his bike, or being yelled at by Cuddy. Lolz.