[AGM] Cruel Intentions quote
[Noah is sexydocman and is used with permission from his mun, who made a request for a Noah/Mic snuggle, Wayward!style. House = cantstopourlove.]
“I’m the Marsha fucking Brady of the Upper East Side and sometimes...I want to kill myself.”
There were some days when she was really glad she worked for House, and there were other days when she wasn’t so sure anymore. Of all the people that she had ever worked for, House was the only one who never expected her to react the right way all the time. He expected her just to react and she wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Everyone else, though-they expected her to be perfect. They expected her to react just the right way and say the right thing, and she couldn’t always do that. And when she couldn’t, she felt like she was disappointing, and she hated that feeling.
She was just coming back after dropping off some specimens for testing, and she could already feel herself cracking under the pressure. She couldn’t crack here-it wasn’t expected and if she acted out of the ordinary, it would hurt her more than it would help her. She took a deep breath before sliding her hands into the pockets of her labcoat, walking with quick even strides towards the nearest on-call room.
She couldn’t break down in the middle of a hallway, but she couldn’t breathe, either. In fact, the only time she could breathe was when she was in front of House, because all House cared about was the medicine. He didn’t care about your personal connections, or saying things the right way, he just wanted you to be right. Sometimes she was and he acknowledge that, sometimes she wasn’t and he berated her for it. But at least he was objective.
She reached the on-call room and made her way inside, closing the door behind her and collapsing on the bed, burying her face in her hands as she tried to get a handle on herself again. She didn’t know how Cameron did it. She figured that it probably just came naturally, and of that, Michaela was jealous. She wished she wasn’t naturally gifted at being the kind one, because she had big shoes to fill-first Cameron, then Kutner. She couldn’t naturally take care of someone else. She learned that a long time ago, that most of the time she buckled under the pressure of trying to take care of anyone other than herself, and it wasn’t healthy. As steady as she was, she needed people to take care of her sometimes.
She just sat where she was, curled into her ball with her head in her hands, taking deep breaths and trying to do her best to keep herself steady. She needed to find her center again and she was having a hard time doing it. She was about ready to collapse back on the bed when the door to the room flew open, and her head snapped up in shock to find Noah standing in the doorway of the room.
“Doctor Spencer!” she said, in surprise, wiping at her face as she looked up at him. “What are you doing here?”
Noah paused for a moment, looking at her concerned. “It’s the-on call room. I’m a doctor here.”
She blinked at that, before shaking her head. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, just-give me a minute.”
He was quiet for a minute, closing the door to the room behind him and starting to move towards her. “You alright?”
“Me?” she frowned, looking up at him and shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“I’m fine,” she replied, standing up on her feet, and starting to head towards the door, but Noah cut her off at the pass, his arm in front of the door as he looked at her.
“No, you’re not.”
Michaela slid her hands back into her pockets again, looking away from him and shook her head. “I just-need some room to breathe sometimes. Sometimes it’s just a little too much, ya know?”
Noah watched her for a moment, before making his way forward and wrapping his arms around her warmly. She was a bit startled by the motion at first-Spencer had been flirting with her for a while, but this wasn’t flirting. This was-different. This was genuine, and she was a little bit grateful for that. She moved in closer and slid her arms around his waist, returning the hug as best she could. That was what she had needed right then, and she was willing to take what she could get.
“I think you’re doing just fine,” he said, rubbing her back lightly. “Really. I do.”
She nodded slightly as she pulled back, before giving him a small smile. “Thanks, Noah. I needed that.”
He just nodded a bit, before returning the smile. “Anytime, Shea. Anytime.”
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“I’m the Marsha fucking Brady of the Upper East Side and sometimes...I want to kill myself.”
There were some days when she was really glad she worked for House, and there were other days when she wasn’t so sure anymore. Of all the people that she had ever worked for, House was the only one who never expected her to react the right way all the time. He expected her just to react and she wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Everyone else, though-they expected her to be perfect. They expected her to react just the right way and say the right thing, and she couldn’t always do that. And when she couldn’t, she felt like she was disappointing, and she hated that feeling.
She was just coming back after dropping off some specimens for testing, and she could already feel herself cracking under the pressure. She couldn’t crack here-it wasn’t expected and if she acted out of the ordinary, it would hurt her more than it would help her. She took a deep breath before sliding her hands into the pockets of her labcoat, walking with quick even strides towards the nearest on-call room.
She couldn’t break down in the middle of a hallway, but she couldn’t breathe, either. In fact, the only time she could breathe was when she was in front of House, because all House cared about was the medicine. He didn’t care about your personal connections, or saying things the right way, he just wanted you to be right. Sometimes she was and he acknowledge that, sometimes she wasn’t and he berated her for it. But at least he was objective.
She reached the on-call room and made her way inside, closing the door behind her and collapsing on the bed, burying her face in her hands as she tried to get a handle on herself again. She didn’t know how Cameron did it. She figured that it probably just came naturally, and of that, Michaela was jealous. She wished she wasn’t naturally gifted at being the kind one, because she had big shoes to fill-first Cameron, then Kutner. She couldn’t naturally take care of someone else. She learned that a long time ago, that most of the time she buckled under the pressure of trying to take care of anyone other than herself, and it wasn’t healthy. As steady as she was, she needed people to take care of her sometimes.
She just sat where she was, curled into her ball with her head in her hands, taking deep breaths and trying to do her best to keep herself steady. She needed to find her center again and she was having a hard time doing it. She was about ready to collapse back on the bed when the door to the room flew open, and her head snapped up in shock to find Noah standing in the doorway of the room.
“Doctor Spencer!” she said, in surprise, wiping at her face as she looked up at him. “What are you doing here?”
Noah paused for a moment, looking at her concerned. “It’s the-on call room. I’m a doctor here.”
She blinked at that, before shaking her head. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, just-give me a minute.”
He was quiet for a minute, closing the door to the room behind him and starting to move towards her. “You alright?”
“Me?” she frowned, looking up at him and shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“I’m fine,” she replied, standing up on her feet, and starting to head towards the door, but Noah cut her off at the pass, his arm in front of the door as he looked at her.
“No, you’re not.”
Michaela slid her hands back into her pockets again, looking away from him and shook her head. “I just-need some room to breathe sometimes. Sometimes it’s just a little too much, ya know?”
Noah watched her for a moment, before making his way forward and wrapping his arms around her warmly. She was a bit startled by the motion at first-Spencer had been flirting with her for a while, but this wasn’t flirting. This was-different. This was genuine, and she was a little bit grateful for that. She moved in closer and slid her arms around his waist, returning the hug as best she could. That was what she had needed right then, and she was willing to take what she could get.
“I think you’re doing just fine,” he said, rubbing her back lightly. “Really. I do.”
She nodded slightly as she pulled back, before giving him a small smile. “Thanks, Noah. I needed that.”
He just nodded a bit, before returning the smile. “Anytime, Shea. Anytime.”
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