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Thursday, April 13th, 2006

Time:12:26 am.
For 100moods, written under heroof_canton

001.Accomplished 002.Amused 003.Angry 004.Annoyed 005.Anxious
006.Apathetic 007.Aroused 008.Awake 009.Blank 010.Bored
011.Bouncy 012.Broken 013.Calm 014.Cheerful 015.Chipper
016.Cold 017.Confused 018.Content 019.Cranky 020.Crazy
021.Creative 022.Crushed 023.Curious 024.Cynical 025.Depressed
026.Determined 027.Devious 028.Disappointed 029.Ditzy 030.Drained
031.Ecstatic 032.Embarrassed 033.Enamored 034.Energetic 035.Enraged
036.Enthralled 037.Envious 038.Excited 039.Exhausted 040.Flirty
041.Frustrated 042.Giddy 043.Giggly 044.Gloomy 045.Good
046.Grateful 047.Grumpy 048.Guilty 049.Happy 050.Hopeful
051.Impressed 052.Indescribable 053.Indifferent 054.Intimidated 055.Jealous
056.Kinky 057.Lazy 058.Lethargic 059.Listless 060.Lonely
061.Loved 062.Melancholy 063.Mischievous 064.Moody 065.Morose
066.Naughty 067.Nervous 068.Nostalgic 069.Numb 070.Optimistic
071.Peaceful 072.Pensive 073.Pessimistic 074.Playful 075.Pleased
076.Predatory 077.Productive 078.Refreshed 079.Rejected 080.Relaxed
081.Relieved 082.Romantic 083.Restless 084.Sad 085.Satisfied
086.Sinful 087.Scared 088.Shocked 089.Sick 090.Silly
091.Stressed 092.Surprised 093.Sympathetic 094.Thankful 095.Thoughtful
096.Touched 097.Uncomfortable 098.Vulnerable 099.Weird 100.Worried
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Friday, March 10th, 2006

Time:12:26 pm.
The rest of the challenge for 1sentence

#26 – Jump
“Foreman!” Chase’s voice is firm and strong; his eyes catch yours for a moment before turning back to the confused young man on the edge of the roof, “Dan, Dan you’re not on the field.”

#27 – Jester

“Now juggle,” House tossed over his shoulder at Chase, who held his coffee cup, House’s eraser, and a pencil precariously in his hands (you even wait a moment, you’re sure Chase might start, just to impress House).

#28 – Jousting

“Get a room already,” House cries out as he passes the lab, and the two of you stop mid-argument, Chase immediately demanding to know if you two really do fight that often.

#29 – Jewel

“Nah, I’m sure she’ll love it,” you hand the necklace—a birthday gift for Cameron—back to Chase, desperately pushing down the sharp pain of…something…that comes with the knowledge that he cares for her that much.

#30 – Just

You still can’t believe that Chase ratted to Vogler, but his shrug is enough to tell you what you already figured: he did what he thought was right.

#31 – Smirk

You’d kill for anything to wipe that smirk off Chase’s lips; a good solid punch, or a sudden, abrupt kiss…

#32 – Sorrow

“He’s not wearing weights on his wrists,” Cameron suddenly tells you as you both watch him walk across the cafeteria, “He’s bowing beneath his own sorrow.”

#33 – Stupidity

“Christ, Chase, are you really that stupid?!” House’s voice echoes, and for a moment, Chase looks truly broken, before he allows the mask of indifference to slide back on.

#34 – Serenade

Too much gin and tonic, and Chase is on one knee next to you, serenading along with the radio---funny, thing, though, he’s putting all of his effort into one crappy love song.

#35 – Sarcasm

“Why do you sleep with me?” you ask, and you feel him shift beneath your weight with the answer, “Because House wouldn’t fuck me.”

#36 – Sordid

“Do you really think no one knows?” House draws out every disgusted syllable, “Your job or your sex life, Foreman, you can’t have both.”

#37 – Soliloquy

“Why not go to his funeral?” Cameron asks, and Chase gives her a disgusted scowl, “I’ve got better things to do.”

#38 – Sojourn

You hand him his milkshake at the rest stop---a three-hour drive to the patient’s house is far from fun---and, for some reason, when your fingers brush, you get the distinct feeling he doesn’t want to pull away.

#39 – Share

Chase’s affection for House runs deep, and all the promises of love or whatever don’t take away the notion in your mind that you will always have to share him.

#40 – Solitary

Air streams from his nose against the cold, “You have no idea what this is like,” he says in an inhumanly ragged voice, “Parents, siblings, that’s you, and I’ve just got me.”

#41 – Nowhere

“Where’re you going?” you demand from your (not vulnerable, but certainly naked) position on his bed, yet somehow you know you’re not really going to get an answer.

#42 – Neutral

Cameron turns to Chase, “What do you think,” she asks, “Should we go to Cuddy about this?” Silly Cameron, doesn’t she know that Chase is always Switzerland when it comes to House?

#43 – Nuance

“You seem different,” you say, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes one night; “I’m in love,” he replies quickly, and, for a moment, you’re tempted to ask with whom.

#44 – Near

You always sit next to him, and you’ve perfected the lack-of-caring look on your face whenever he shifts closer to you, or brushes his arm against yours (because, really, House doesn’t need to see the thrill, it would just make him more miserable).

#45 – Natural

“I guess House owes me fifty bucks,” you grin, planting gentle kisses near his most-sensitive areas.

#46 – Horizon

“More out there?” you glance into the descending sun after mulling over Chase’s question, “No, Chase,” you reply, “We’re stuck with what we’ve got.

#47 – Valiant

“I’m no hero,” he mutters, flipping off the long-since flatlined heart monitor; when he calls the time of death without prompting, something you’d never be able to do, he’s stronger than he realizes.

#48 – Virtuous

You knock back another shot, “Can’t all be like Cameron,” you say, and your leg inadvertently brushes his thigh, and you don’t try to move it away.

#49 – Victory

“Gonna tell me how you figured out the carpet matched the drapes?” House asks, holding the money just out of your reach and smirking, “No? Then I guess we can’t really call you the victor now, can we?”

#50 – Defeat

His eyes are hollow, and as he rolls over, you feel like you’ve lost something (everything) important to you, and you have no idea how to get it back.
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Time:12:25 pm.
Mood: aggravated.
In response to Mike's challenge: Collapse )

Word Count: 363
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Sunday, January 8th, 2006

Subject:1sentence prompts, Chase/Foreman 1-25
Time:8:50 pm.
Mood:accomplished.
Totally stole this community from andrealyn.

Twenty-five one-sentence prompts for 1sentence, the theme is Chase/Foreman

#01 – Walking
His feet scrape along the slick tile floor of the lab, and you realize that you should’ve figured out about his father’s death a long time ago.

#02 – Waltz
“If you two keep dancing around each other like this,” House tells you, shooting an annoyed glance at the blond doctor in the other room, “You’ll not only drive yourselves crazy, you’ll annoy the hell out of me.”

#03 – Wishes
The first time you ask him if he regrets anything, his eyes bore into yours like red hot screws, his words are sharp: “If wishes were rainbows, Dr. Foreman, we’d all have gold.”

#04 – Wonder
His eyebrow raises at your question, but, really, it’s a reasonable one, and if the carpet really does match the drapes then House owes you fifty bucks.

#05 – Worry
“Honestly, Foreman, I’m fine---“ the door to the exam room slams behind him, and the memory of his red-tinged eyes haunt you the rest of the day.

#06 – Whimsy
The little girl’s fingers entwine Chase’s hair with a smile, like she was touching spun gold; really, you understand her enrapturement, and you’ve been longing to touch it, too.

#07 - Waste/Wasteland
The bile rises from your throat, and Chase gently rubs your back, murmuring something about the filth of the patient’s apartment being part of his illness---but really, all you can feel is ill.

#08 - Whiskey and rum
“You take another shot and you know I’ll try to take you home,” he says, and you wonder if that was a warning or a promise as the burning liquid slides down your throat.

#09 – War
“Some kind of eulogy,” he says at House’s funeral, and your fingers link with his, “A personal war that’s never ending, very fuckin’ poetic Wilson.”

#10 – Weddings
Chase is straightening Wilson’s tie, muttering something about four times being the charm, but your mind is on how Chase’s hair curls just above the bowtie on the tuxedo (oh, there’s got to be some sort of medical basis behind how he’s so fucking attractive.)

#11 – Birthday
The band of the watch, the best birthday gift this year, is smooth beneath your fingers, and before you can stop yourself, you thank him for the gift with your lips on his.

#12 – Blessing
“Chase prays before each surgery, I saw him with the rosary beads this morning,” Cameron’s voice is somewhere between awe and disgust, “He’s brilliant enough on his own, why does he think he needs some sort of God?”

#13 – Bias
No matter how many times you wake up next to him, the starkness of his pale skin against yours (or maybe it’s the darkness of yours against his) burns into your eyes and burns the image of your mother’s disapproving face behind your corneas.

#14 – Burning
Lecturing Chase on the dangers of fire, even as you’re bandaging up blistering red wounds, seems almost hypocritical; after all, you were the one who told him to take off his shirt, even though the burn is on his arm.

#15 – Breathing
Air streams from his nose against the cold, “You have no idea what this is like,” he says in an inhumanly ragged voice, “Parents, siblings, that’s you, and I’ve just got me.”

#16 – Breaking
The “Why the hell did you call me” dies on your lips at the sight of his ramshackled house---everything broken, but his hands are clutched around a picture of a little blond boy and a woman, and he’s looking up at you like you can fix everything.

#17 – Belief
“I was in seminary,” he confides to you and Cameron over a few drinks, “That nun, she was full of bullshit; belief doesn’t save you, it just makes you bitter when nothing good happens.”

#18 – Balloon
The multicolored mylar screams at you from across the room, and, for reasons you can’t figure out, Chase seems to find House’s birthday balloons to you a hysterical treat from the ordinary.

#19 – Balcony
You sip at your coffee as you sit on House and Wilson’s balcony; raising an eyebrow you ask Chase if the two of you will ever become quite as pathetically in love as the two of them.

#20 – Bane
House all but slaps Chase on the back of the head as he leaves, and all the scowls in the world at House’s back can’t take away the nagging jealousy you feel whenever Chase’s eyes lay on the older doctor a minute or two too long.

#21 – Quiet
He’s far from a screamer---almost too silent as your lips trail down his body, thumbs press into his hipbones---and when you scream his name, it feels like sacrilege, breaking such beautiful quiet.

#22 – Quirks
You demand to know what exactly the pencil did to him, and Chase, the chewed-up wood dangling from his lips, looks at you in confusion, asking, “Nothing, why do you ask?”

#23 – Question
“Do you love your father?” he asks you, and your spoonful of cereal stops it’s rise towards your mouth, to be replaced with an echoing question: “Why d’you ask, Chase?”

#24 – Quarrel
“Lovers spat?” House’s smirk is almost too much to take, and you scowl in reply, the red slap mark on your cheek really already answers his question well enough.

#25 – Quitting
All the ‘no’s in the world can’t stop you, and eventually the paper finds its way to House’s desk, Chase’s eyes slicing red cuts up and down your body so you know how much you’re hurting him, too.
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Wednesday, January 4th, 2006

Time:3:22 pm.
Title: Puppy Love
Written for: santahouse_md
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn’t be eating Papa John’s, that’s for sure.
Pairing: Foreman/Jessica (1x15 "Heavy")
Spoilers: 1x15 “Heavy”, 2x03 “Autopsy”
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Seriously, a future!fic would be too damn easy.
Story Notes: Okay, so you wanted torment, kissing, love denied and then accepted. I managed all but one.

Is this what it was like for Chase?Collapse )
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Time:3:20 pm.
Title: Subtlety Isn’t Everything
Written for: santahouse_md
Disclaimer: I’m tellin’ ya, bitches, it ain’t mayne yo.
Pairing: House/Stacy
Spoilers: None
Ratings: R
Warnings: House/Stacy is my least favorite couple to write. So, Merry Christmakkuah, and feel loved.
Story Notes: It isn’t angst, it isn’t fluff, it isn’t PWP, it’s just right.

Dr. House doesn’t do the whole ‘Christmas’ thing.Collapse )
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Time:3:17 pm.
Title: What You Want
Written For: santahouse_md
Disclaimer: Not mine. Though it couldn't be more canon if I'd planned it.
Pairing: House/Chase
Spoilers: None
Ratings: R
Warnings: A POV practice piece, I've never written 1st AND 2nd person
at the same time before
Story Notes: It's fluffy! Well, this is really as close to fluff as I get.

It may have just been the sheer loneliness of Christmas.Collapse )
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Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005

Subject:This is for fanfic100, topic: Allison Cameron
Time:8:06 pm.
*plans to fix it up more later, is overly rushed*

001.Beginnings. 002.Middles. 003.Ends. 004.Insides. 005.Outsides.
006.Hours. 007.Days. 008.Weeks. 009.Months. 010.Years.
011.Red. 012.Orange. 013.Yellow. 014.Green. 015.Blue.
016.Purple. 017.Brown. 018.Black. 019.White. 020.Colourless.
021.Friends. 022.Enemies. 023.Lovers. 024.Family. 025.Strangers.
026.Teammates. 027.Parents. 028.Children. 029.Birth. 030.Death.
031.Sunrise. 032.Sunset. 033.Too Much. 034.Not Enough. 035.Sixth Sense.
036.Smell. 037.Sound. 038.Touch. 039.Taste. 040.Sight.
041.Shapes. 042.Triangle. 043.Square. 044.Circle. 045.Moon.
046.Star. 047.Heart. 048.Diamond. 049.Club. 050.Spade.
051.Water. 052.Fire. 053.Earth. 054.Air. 055.Spirit.
056.Breakfast. 057.Lunch. 058.Dinner. 059.Food. 060.Drink.
061.Winter. 062.Spring. 063.Summer. 064.Fall. 065.Passing.
066.Rain. 067.Snow. 068.Lightening. 069.Thunder. 070.Storm.
071.Broken. 072.Fixed. 073.Light. 074.Dark. 075.Shade.
076.Who? 077.What? 078.Where? 079.When? 080.Why?
081.How? 082.If. 083.And. 084.He. 085.She.
086.Choices. 087.Life. 088.School. 089.Work. 090.Home.
091.Birthday. 092.Christmas. 093.Thanksgiving. 094.Independence. 095.New Year.
096.Writer‘s Choice. 097.Writer‘s Choice. 098.Writer‘s Choice. 099.Writer‘s Choice. 100.Writer‘s Choice.
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Time:8:01 pm.
Title: Beginnings
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing, etc: Allison Cameron, gen.
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 678
Rating: PG
Author's Notes:


She smoothed her skirt and stood outside the small office door. Her outfit: Nice. Simple, but still attractive. The skirt was darted, so it showed off how long she’d worked on her abs this last summer, the jacket was fitted at ¾ length and fit her bosom snugly, and her shoes were stylishly pointy.

They hurt.

She really hoped he didn’t hire her for her shoes, there was no way she was working in them. Ever.

A tall, boyishly handsome older man opened the glass door. “Dr. Cameron?” he asked uncertainly, “Uh, Dr. House will see you now.”

She smiled, pressing down the bubbling sense of nervousness that seemed to creep over her. So, this nice-looking man wasn’t Dr. House. Damn. She opened the door and took a step inside. The office was small, kind of cramped, with books lining several shelves and a wooden and metal desk sitting just around the middle of the room. It wasn’t really the desk that she noticed though, it was the man, with his legs propped up on the desk and a smug sort of grin on his face, that caught her eye.

“Dr. House?” she said, forcing a smile on her face and extending her hand, “I’m Dr. Allison Cameron.”

“Yeah, I guessed it,” House replied with a bit of a smirk. She was taken by the striking blue of his eyes. They seemed to bore into her.

“Should’ve just sent me a headshot,” he quipped, “Would’ve made the interviewing process that much easier.”

Cameron’s butt wasn’t even entirely in the chair in front of the desk and already she wanted to run away. Another man, looking at her. Ignoring her brain, focusing on her looks.

“Yes, well, I’m sure the way she wears her makeup will really improve your team,” the other doctor, who’s nametag said ‘Dr. James Wilson’ replied in a deeply sarcastic tone. He leaned forward from where he was sitting and snapped in a quiet voice, “You promised Cuddy you’d at least try to fill these positions. Two years is too long to have a fellowship without any fellows.”

“Yeah,” Dr. House tossed his hand in the air as though he were batting the other doctor away, “But why does it have to be ‘fellows’, I’ve already got Chase. He does enough crosswords to fill all the positions.”

Dr. Wilson fixed the other man with an annoyed glare, and Cameron found herself wondering who would give in first. To her surprise, the harder-looking doctor gave a sigh and picked up her resume.

”Okaaay,” he said, unwrapping a red lollipop and sticking it in his mouth, “Tell me why I should hire you.”

“I would be an asset to your fellowship,” Cameron replied with a smile, “I have several years of post-medical school training in immunological studies, and my experience with the Mayo clinic---“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dr. House rolled his eyes, “Everyone else has similar credentials, Dr. Cameron,” he leaned forward, “Tell me why I should hire you.

She swallowed, “I have experience with diagnostic training and I’ve---“

“You get your hair highlighted this week?” House asked randomly, glancing at her as though she were a piece of art on display, “You spend four hours curling it every morning?”

Cameron’s jaw set, “My appearance has nothing to do with this position, Dr. House.”

“What about that skirt? You pay enough for it?”

“Dr. House,” Dr. Wilson’s voice took on a bit of a warning tone.

House rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah.” He looked down at the resume, “Funny, would’ve figured to see Baribizan on here or something.”

“I worked very hard to get where I am, Dr. House,” Cameron replied, a little harsher than she’d meant it, “I’d rather have had a phone interview if you’re going to judge me simply on the way I look.”

House stopped dead, holding his lollipop inches from his mouth. She wanted to look away from his criticizing eyes, but she…couldn’t. No, she told herself, You worked for this. You worked for this.

House nodded slowly. “You’re hired.”
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