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origamiflowers) wrote2008-11-02 01:04 am
origamiflowers) wrote2008-11-02 01:04 am
Entry tags:
fic: House: Three Drabbles, Allison Cameron
Title: Three Drabbles
Fandom: House
Characters, Pairings: Cameron
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: absolutely nothing
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words total
Notes: Part of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
housefic50 challenge. Three one-hundred-word drabbles, all Cameron-centric. Allison's late, Allison playing dress-up, and Truth or Consequences. Inspired by the following prompts: #08 (Fear), #11 (Red), #18 (Consequences).
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08 : Fear
Good God is she late.
House doesn't spare her a glance as she stumbles into the office, hair dripping and slick rainwater oozing from her pores.
"I'm so sorry, Dr. House, my tire blew out and I didn't have a spare, and the cab driver got stuck in traffic and took the wrong exit - what kind of cab driver -"
"Shut up." House points his cane at her. "I don't want to hear it."
Allison gapes at him. It's only her first day. Is she fired?
"Multi-system organ failure. What do you think, Dr. Cameron, now that you've joined us? Lupus?"
11 : Red
Her lipstick is the exact shade of red as the pinstripes on her blouse. Allison checked.
The blouse is new, still bright and too crisp. The lipstick, however, is familiar; it is the same Chanel that her mother wore when Allison was young. She can vividly remember her mother carefully applying it, every morning, in front of the glossy vanity. Allison watched, sometimes.
Her mother - a women who, no matter what, always seemed to have everything together.
She catches a glimpse of her lips in the window and forces herself to straighten up, shoulders square, before entering House's office.
18 : Consequences
They're in the lab, alone. House wants to play Truth or Consequences.
"You make me break into houses on a regular basis. What kind of consequences could I possibly be asked to perform?" Allison keeps her eyes in the microscope viewer, but her heart is beating faster.
"I'm sure there are many things more humiliating than breaking into houses."
"I'm sure there are, but even asking for most of them would land you on the losing side of a sexual harassment lawsuit."
House spreads his hands, looking innocent. "What kind of man do you take me for?"
"The winning kind."
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Fandom: House
Characters, Pairings: Cameron
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: absolutely nothing
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words total
Notes: Part of the
housefic50 challenge. Three one-hundred-word drabbles, all Cameron-centric. Allison's late, Allison playing dress-up, and Truth or Consequences. Inspired by the following prompts: #08 (Fear), #11 (Red), #18 (Consequences).*
08 : Fear
Good God is she late.
House doesn't spare her a glance as she stumbles into the office, hair dripping and slick rainwater oozing from her pores.
"I'm so sorry, Dr. House, my tire blew out and I didn't have a spare, and the cab driver got stuck in traffic and took the wrong exit - what kind of cab driver -"
"Shut up." House points his cane at her. "I don't want to hear it."
Allison gapes at him. It's only her first day. Is she fired?
"Multi-system organ failure. What do you think, Dr. Cameron, now that you've joined us? Lupus?"
11 : Red
Her lipstick is the exact shade of red as the pinstripes on her blouse. Allison checked.
The blouse is new, still bright and too crisp. The lipstick, however, is familiar; it is the same Chanel that her mother wore when Allison was young. She can vividly remember her mother carefully applying it, every morning, in front of the glossy vanity. Allison watched, sometimes.
Her mother - a women who, no matter what, always seemed to have everything together.
She catches a glimpse of her lips in the window and forces herself to straighten up, shoulders square, before entering House's office.
18 : Consequences
They're in the lab, alone. House wants to play Truth or Consequences.
"You make me break into houses on a regular basis. What kind of consequences could I possibly be asked to perform?" Allison keeps her eyes in the microscope viewer, but her heart is beating faster.
"I'm sure there are many things more humiliating than breaking into houses."
"I'm sure there are, but even asking for most of them would land you on the losing side of a sexual harassment lawsuit."
House spreads his hands, looking innocent. "What kind of man do you take me for?"
"The winning kind."
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