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.
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.
