“You took Beckett along on your hot date?” Major Sheppard sounded highly entertained by this. Katie felt herself scowling.

“Yes, can you imagine? It was a disaster. An unmitigated disaster. And it’s all that woman’s fault for putting me in that position, making me look like I needed somebody to hold my hand – when all the time it was because she had the hots for Beckett, incredible as that might seem. I mean – Beckett! The nerve of her. And then she – well, the less said about that the better, although I have to admit that Katie felt very – but really, Lieutenant Cadman is the most appalling back seat driver in this or any other galaxy, Major. I am perfectly capable of conducting my own – affairs – without help from some interfering parasite consciousness, thank you very much.”

Major Sheppard cocked his head and studied McKay during this little rant, and he seemed to be smiling.

“You’re avoiding the question. You weren’t asleep when you kissed Beckett, Rodney. You were wide awake and bossing us all around. And then she took over, we could see that – which, incidentally, definitely registered on the weirdometer. But you were conscious, Rodney. So – could you feel it?”

Katie chewed her lip meditatively while she waited for Rodney’s reply. She was beginning to piece this together, and she wasn’t at all sure how she felt about it. Other than acutely, acutely embarrassed, and increasingly pissed, and baffled as to why she had ever felt anything romantic towards Doctor Rodney McKay. An unmitigated disaster.

But it had been one hell of a kiss.

“What, is there some kind of betting pool? There is, isn’t there? Oh my God. I go through five kinds of hell and my colleagues just see it as another form of entertainment.”

He was pacing back and forth, his hands darting through the air as he spoke. Rodney McKay, Katie reflected with surprising detachment, could simply not stand still for more than a few seconds.

“If I win, I’ll share,” said Sheppard.

“What good is your money going to do me here, Major?” demanded Rodney, stopping mid-pace and looking at Major Sheppard like he was quite the stupidest man in the history of the universe.

“Swiss chocolate. That’s what I stand to win.” Katie could hear McKay’s indrawn breath all the way down the corridor. Sheppard smiled, and stepped a little closer, his eyes fixed on McKay’s. “So – could you feel it, Rodney?”

You didn’t kiss me, thought Katie, watching Rodney McKay lick his lips. It wasn’t you. Somehow it was Laura Cadman, kissing Beckett. Kissing me. Of course. Because this is the Pegasus Galaxy, and nothing ever goes smoothly.

“I – which way did you bet?” asked Rodney, and his voice was a little rough around the edges.

“That would be cheating.”

“Oh, and you’d never dream of cheating, Major.”

Sheppard was standing very close now, Katie couldn’t help but notice. “Just answer the question, McKay. Could you feel the kiss? Did she take you along for the ride?”

“I – well, I – not that it is any of your business, but I suppose that maybe I could.” There was a long pause. Katie could see Rodney’s chest rising and falling too quickly. He licked his lips again, looking at the Major standing so close and for a moment Katie thought that he might be about to run away. “Although I can honestly say that I’ve never had a single erotic thought about Carson Beckett in my life, and the fact that I – that we – well, I certainly wouldn’t have chosen him as the first – that is – I – well. Uh. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Okay.”

And that was when Major Sheppard kissed him. And Katie found that she wasn’t really surprised at all. There was a moment while McKay’s large hands flailed wildly in the air, windmilling madly, but Sheppard kept right on kissing him, and after a very little while Rodney’s hands closed on the Major’s shoulder and on his waist and pulled him closer, and it turned out that he could, in fact, stand still after all.

“Well, crap,” said Katie Brown, with feeling.

• * *

When Katie finally found Lieutenant Cadman, she was with a rather pink-cheeked Carson Beckett. They were sitting very close together on a deck that looked out over the water. Katie marched right up to them anyway, and Laura was smart enough to look slightly guilty.

“You kissed me,” said Katie, standing in front of them with her hands on her hips. She glared her glariest glare. “You did. It was you, not Rodney.”

Laura looked up, and although her brows were crinkling apologetically, her mouth was curving into an irrepressible grin. “It was me. Sorry about that, hon.”

“You – I – god DAMN it.” She looked from Cadman to Beckett and back again, and found that she didn’t have the energy to hate either of them. Beckett looked entirely too sympathetic to resent, damn him. To her own surprise she sat down next to him on the bench and stared out at the sea. “Well, that sucks.”

“Imagine how I felt, love,” said Beckett, patting her hand. “I certainly wasn’t expecting to get snogged by Rodney McKay in front of my entire staff. Although he was a surprisingly good kisser.”

“I was. That was me,” pointed out Cadman.

“Yes,” said Katie, grimly. “That was you.”

Cadman leaned forward and beamed at her around Beckett, and there was so much honest liking in that smile that Katie couldn’t keep up her crossness. “It was me. But Rodney was making such a mess of it all - he really doesn’t have the first idea of what to do with a pretty girl.”

“No,” agreed Katie, thinking of the passionate embrace she’d walked away from a little while ago, which had been notably lacking in pretty girls. She sighed. “No, he really doesn’t, does he?” But you do, she found herself thinking, and when she caught Cadman’s eye there was an expression there that made her redden unexpectedly.

Oh.

It had, Katie reflected, feeling suddenly reckless and exhilarated, been one hell of a kiss.

Beckett’s fingers were still laced between hers. He was, she thought, a remarkably sweet man. She began to rub her thumb meditatively in circles over his skin, and when he glanced at her, something in her own expression made his eyes widen. And that was when she kissed him, hard and fierce and tender, revelling in how entirely he wasn’t expecting it.

When they broke apart for air, he looked satisfyingly tousled and taken aback.

“This is very – I mean, are you sure – that is – good heavens,” stammered Beckett. Cadman winked at her, and snaked her own hand across his lap and closed it over their interwoven fingers, and the look on her face then left very little to the imagination. Katie was wholly unsurprised when Cadman leaned into Beckett and kissed him herself.

“So,” said Lieutenant Laura Cadman a few moments later, laughter rippling just below the surface of her voice. “Your place, or your place, or mine?”

FINIS

More House/Wonderfalls:
Foreman was torn between laughter and sympathy as he watched Cameron water Wilson’s tree. “Look, Cameron, my psych rotation was a long time ago, but we could still talk about this.”

”Talk about what?” She checked to make sure the tree was getting enough light.

“You’re watering another man’s wood, girl. Catch a clue.”

”It’s a living thing, Eric. I’m not gonna let it die.”

Chase wore a sardonic smirk that would have done the man himself proud. “Maybe Cameron’s gone Hindu and that tree is her husband reincarnated.”

”Could I get a differential on that?”

”Major daddy issues,”Foreman suggested.

“And I say I just care about nature and don’t want Dr. House to come in and find a dead tree.”

”It’s not just a tree, though, Allison. “ Chase pointed out. “It’s a love token, disturbing as those mental images may be. Face it, Penelope...this Odysseus may like boys.”

”Well, yeah...he was Greek.” Foreman added. When everyone looked, he said “I’m a doctor, not a homeboy consultant,okay?”

“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about.”

”Fifty bucks says she’s been pricing mulch.”

”I have not. But Miracle-Gro makes these little sticks...”

“Cheer up, girlfriend. Somewhere out there, there’s another pain-riddled old bastard just waiting to treat a beautiful brunette like crap, okay?”

”Gee, you really think so?” Foreman was relieved by Cameron’s sarcasm. “He’s a genius, you know? They just don’t conform to the usual standards.”

“Boring old rot like tenderness and civility, you mean?” Chase said dryly.

“Yeah...like it was chivalry that made you picture me naked when I said ‘orgasm’. I could do it again. Orgasm...climax...CLITORIS!”

Someone knocked tastefully at the door. “Maybe I was a little loud.” Cameron’s cheeks were pink.

“So, is that, like a common problem for you?”

“Shut up, Foreman.”

Dr. Wilson. A collective “Oh, crap,” went through the duckling ranks. If things played out like the oncologist wanted, Dr. House might as well have video of them screwing around on the hospital’s dime...a definite do-as-I-say, not- as- I- do situation.

“I hate to interrupt whatever the hell is going on in here, but Tyler’s missing, and incredibly enough she and PPTH’s answer to Sherlock Holmes seem to have bonded. I thought harboring a fugitive might be this year’s ‘Everybody lies.’

“Pink is the new black, though.” Cameron babbled. “Haven’t seen her.”

“It sounded as though your thoughts were occupied somewhere else, Allison.” Wilson replied, not unkindly.

“Yeah. I suppose it would. Sound like that.”

“Happens to the best of us.” Wilson noticed the tree looking so healthy and said “That’s looking well.”

“Oh, yes. Well, I’ve been watering it every day, and I bought these little stakes...”The second she said it, Cameron could have bitten her own tongue off. Wilson looked *sad*, and not his usually baseline-level, divorced-oncologist level of sad.Which was enough sad for normal people. But this was a sadness Wilson tried to cover, although within a beat, if she hadn’t spent so much time with him, she might not have noticed. “You’re watering this plant.”

“Uh huh.”She remembered that feeling of not understanding spoken English from when she, a Bio major, had made Mike’s doctor point out the thyroid in a diagram three different times.

“Ok...well, I won’t say anything about the little rap session in here, if you’ll stop looking at me like you’ve run over my dog.”

“Dr. Wilson...I-“

“I’ve got a patient to find, Dr. Cameron. We’ll have to get to the ten thousand things that are on your mind some other time. Please.”

“Dr. House lost her,” Chase pointed out. “So maybe he ought to shuffle around and...”

“Dr Chase,” Cameron said, and her voice betrayed her by quivering “If you don’t shut up right this minute, I swear I’ll shove my fist so far up your nose that you’ll die...and everybody in here knows I (continued...)

( continues...) went to Juvie...does anybody want to test me on that?”

Dr Wilson, taken aback, wondered what it was about Dr. House’s arrival at this hospital that brought out ordinary people’s urges toward assault. “Allison, dear, your passion is most admirable, but you don’t want to kill Doctor Chase.”

Fay, I don't watch SGA at all, but I felt like I knew all the characters just from what you wrote. Wonderful!

erika, obviously House's wood needs all the attention it can get, poor neglected thing.

She said that. I didn't. Dr. House has already been bad influence enough, thanks very much. Fay, wrod.

erika, fabulous as always.

And, even if you no longer need a beta, I'd love to read a little naughty Cameron/Chase action. Y'know, if you were wondering.

Should I post it or send it? Will anyone else care? Because I'd hate to be that Internet Chick..."Ok, we get it. You don't feel good about yourself! Do you really need a whole thread for this?"ETA: Well, if my thread monopoly annoys, you can dig out some drabbles or something

Be advised, though...my people always talk more than they shag.

Taking A Life

It wasn’t until Chase sat with Cameron over that lacrosse player that he noticed she had amazing breasts. Well, cleavage, actually, it’s not like he could see all with her wearing a lab coat and everything, but what he saw? Was almost enough to make him trade with that poor bugger in bed. Almost. She had that wholesome thing that people, himself included, had come to think of as particularly American, although sometimes, when his teasing struck her as particularly insufferable, the finger gestures she aimed his way were somewhat less than pristine.

In a book of his mother’s once, that he’d taken looking for dirty bits, the heroine was described as being “unaware” of her great beauty, but that wasn’t Cameron either. She knew it; she was just dedicated to living it down. Most of the time.
Then, with Brandon’s case, she wanted to know what kind of sex the girlfriend thought of as “ rough” and, in the small hours of a day spent testing and retesting virus gels, he woke from a half-amusing, half guilty dream of “wholesome” Allison Cameron wearing black leather and carrying a riding crop. He awoke just as she flicked him with it, and he couldn’t decide if the feeling that inspired was exquisite or torturous. A bit of both, most likely, and the day’s shift was in full swing before the urge to stare was past. He wasn’t sure if anyone noticed his diagnostic sense was off, probably Foreman did, being that they were two of the most competitive sods to ever put on white coats, but maybe he would be so glad to see his rival having an off whiteboard session that he wouldn’t put two and two together.

He couldn’t figure Cameron out, but since she told him that women could have an hour-long orgasm, purely to tease, he was damnably sure, he pictured her underneath him, flushed...the older woman who’d been his first had told him that the surest way to know if a woman had really come rather than faking it was the flushing along her neckline. In his fantasies, of course, Cameron’s neck was as red as a geranium; it was good for his career to believe that everyone lied, but it was more than he could face in other aspects of his life. She had seemed so prudish, so hands off, always acting like a kid that was going to tell the teacher on someone, but he couldn’t miss the little bounce in her voice when she was talking about how fun sex was...unbelievably fun, he thought she said and that echoed in his head for a long time...he wondered if that was how her voice would sound when she called his name...thinking of that, would it be “Robert” she called, or “Chase,” For fun, when he thought of her, he varied it.

Cameron considered saying no when Chase asked her to dinner. She was still smarting from House’s sculpture comment, determined to prove herself a professional and a great doctor who wasn’t running from anything, despite a painful past. But that same painful past had taught her that sometimes the present moment was all you ever had, and she was also tired of cuddling up with research materials in bed at night...and some stupid horoscope she’d read at the beginning of the year had urged her to approach life as a student, which she had taken to imply a relationship with...someone else, but it was a different doctor who stood in front of her begging sheepishly.

“Please,” he said. “I was wrong to let you apologize yesterday...I was a prat. Sometimes men really should grow up."

“It’s okay,” Cameron replied, and her cheeks were pink. “Sometimes I don’t know what gets into me.”

Chase raised an eyebrow. “And you with the hour-long orgasms...I think maybe Urology has a chart you should acquaint yourself with. Seriously.”

Cameron laughed, long and musically . .”Oh, my God...you’re terrible. Do you always come on so strong with your dinner dates?”

Chase smiled...it was a terrific smile...winning yet somehow vulnerable. Cameron hated to admit it, but her college nickname of “Florence Nightengale” had never been far off the mark. Even her juvenile record had come about from swiping codeine cough syrup for somebody else...her first love had been something of a human pharmacy and she was only one of his ways to expand consciousness.

“Yeah, you know...I generally get away with it too. Women feel sorry for the poor foreign bloke. They probably wouldn’t if they didn’t think I was pretty, though.”

”I’m only accepting this date if you’ll agree that you’ll still respect me,” Cameron thrust out her chin and looked determined.

“What does that mean, Allison?” Chase asked. “One hand on a microbiology textbook at all times to keep things honest?”

“Well, yeah...” Chase smiled again, and Cameron hedged. “No. Maybe.”

“Well, now that that’s all sorted.”

“You have no idea how much like House you just sounded right now.”

”Lovely. You’ve got to go out to dinner with me now after insulting me like that!”

“Maybe I was calling you a genius, Chase.”

”Right bastard’s more like it.”

“Ok...yeah. But we’re clear...no matter what happens tonight, I’m still a doctor. Not...just, like...some groupie. Some chick. Right?”

“I wonder what Cuddy is doing tonight. Surely she doesn’t make a man give out so many disclaimers before taking her out.”

”You think? Do you think she and House ever...”

“I can’t say I ever considered the matter one way or the other, Cameron. I do have a life of my own, pathetic though it seems at

erika, I love everything you write. If you don't want to post it, you can send it along to me, too.

Argh...the end keeps getting chopped off. Very annoying.