I've done that, too.

Fortified with research, more House/Wonderfalls. I don't really use the research in this next bit but I couldn't keep writing without it.
Cuddy paused, in thought, and ran her fingers through her hair. She picked up her phone and asked for Shapiro’s extension. “Alan? This is Cuddy. Have you started the Tyler evaluation yet?”

”Uh huh. Well, don’t, just yet. Because I want to supervise it. Personally.” She thought she had to be out of her mind to let Greg see her do this, but for whatever reason, God help her, she cared what he thought. He saw that look in her eye and was amused to see it aimed on somebody else for a change.

”Yes, I know I have paperwork, but I’m still a doctor, and Karen Tyler has brought a lot of donations into this hospital...ok, great. See you then.”

”Well, I’ll be damned,” House said.”Everybody does lie.”

“I did not lie...Mrs. Tyler is a big fundraiser.”

”But you don’t care about that...or at least not more about her daughter than some other patient.”

”According to legend, you don’t care at all.” She replied, “what gives?”

“She ate my pickle chips without asking.”

“Oh, well, following that logic... would make me as crazy as you. Fine, don’t tell me.”

She sighed. House was tiring, but she had to admit she loved working with him because he tapped into the part of her that remembered why she liked science and medicine...that wanted to be Madame Curie, Elizabeth Blackwell, Albert Schweitzer...not some bean counter or traffic cop watching the bottom line or some mom having to say no and make everyone play nice...it had all been an adventure once...the doctor thing, and sometimes it was only working with House that kept that part alive. And damn it, some of his risky gambles completely paid off.

“What do you expect after you crippled me? It’s bad enough you hobbled me to keep me working at the clinic.”

“Yep, you caught on to my master plan. Your constant kvetching about it is only a nice bonus.”

“You know you love it. And, another thing...”

“House, I’m in no mood, okay?”

“I think you’ll want to hear this, Cuddy. Because I’ll only say it once. I have a reputation to think of.”

“Okay. If you must, let it rip.” Cuddy braced herself for whatever hideous thing House took it upon himself to spout and was thankful she’d worn a modest blouse today.

”Thank you.”

“My hearing must be going...I thought you said...”

“I’ve got a pill that would probably take care of that.”

”One of your pills...I’ll be hearing thank you from the wallpaper. Never mind...”

House made sure to be conveniently present on the Psych floor when Mrs. Tyler, Shapiro, Jaye, and an annoying nervous blonde woman who kept introducing herself as “Sharon Tyler, Esq.” showed up. Cuddy, ever the diplomat, had arrived first and was feigning interest in some medical journals or paperwork...House couldn’t tell which, although he’d been good at reading upside down since his student days and often enlivened boring lectures by reading his classmates’s scribbled notes about their personal travails. What a pity adults didn’t pass notes anymore. He found himself wondering what kind of guy a teenage Cuddy would have written about and put his name in her notebook surrounded by hearts and flowers...no, it was too big of a disconnect.

Shapiro struggled hard to be gracious. “Wow...we have a full house today,” he said, flop sweat showing underneath his attempt at jocularity. “I guess you cured all the rare diseases in New Jersey.” He forced a laugh, and looked back at the Tylers.

“No,” House replied. “It’s you. We want to make sure you don’t screw up. Unless you want to make a case for your incompetence being some kind of disorder or something....”

“Look,” the psychiatrist said, trying a different tack, “I can appreciate your frustration...cut down in your prime and everything? That’s bound to lead to hostility. No wonder you act out.”

“You know what else leads to hostility? (continued...)

( continues...) Those stupid childproof caps on my pill bottles...oh, and something else...doctors that suck. Yeah.”

“Gentlemen, could we remember that this is a hospital and not a playground, please?”

“Yes, a little decorum, please, Dr. House...”

House snorted. “He’s just mad because most of his other patients are so over-medicated they look like refugees from a Pink Floyd revival and I don’t want him to do it to Ms. Tyler.”

“You would know...” Shapiro mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” House demanded. “I assure you my hearing is beyond perfect. Share your joke with the class, there, Alan.”

Shapiro caught Cuddy’s eye. “Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

”That doesn’t sound like good, therapeutic self-esteem...go on, say it.”

“I said ‘you would know’ because you know you struggle with painkiller dependency and the denial it engenders.”

”I’m impressed...didn’t think you had the guts. Or maybe I’m just stoned. I get those so mixed up. For the record, I don’t struggle at all...becoming addicted to painkillers was one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. Just like riding an operating table,actually.”

I'm looking for a beta to give a quick look-see at my porny Baith/Spike story. A hair under 4,000 words, angsty AU leads to sex, there are a couple bits I'm not sure belong. (Wow that sounds porny.) Anyone interested?

ETA hi. I just discovered this thread - yay!

If you're still looking, arby, you could sling it over to me at thingsinvisibletosee at gmail dot com. I should have time to look it over during tomorrow, insh'allah, if you haven't nobbled anyone else by that time (and I'd love to read it!).

Oh! Thank you darling. I've not nobbled (hee) anyone else yet. Of course (of course!) I don't have it on me ATM (I try not to bring the porn to work, as a rule, at least not in electronic form) but I can shoot it to you the second I get home. Is a Word file ok?

Ah, now I'm nervous about the great Fay seeing my lowly fic. Be gentle with me!

OK insent.

sits on hands to avoid gnawing knuckles

Oh, Fay is very encouraging.(Although mostly I've had her Britify stuff I've written so she is probably part of the reason I didn't join the chorus of idiots on Netflix complaining that Jeeves & Wooster are "Hard to understand")

People at Netflix find Jeeves and Wooster hard to understand?

Apparently so.... Some of that is...the joke, you guys. Dag. And their votes count the same as mine.