House ; Stacy/Cuddy ; #068, #071, #037, #039
Title: Don’t Worry
Fandom: House
Characters: Stacy/Cuddy
Prompt: 068 - Lightening
Word Count: 254
Rating: G
Summary: Cuddy knows not everything has to be dull.
Author's Notes: Several fics beneath the cut.
When she’s with Stacy, Lisa feels like a completely different person. Stacy’s daring and exciting- she takes risks that send Lisa into a spin. Oh, that’s not to say Lisa is completely straight-laced. She didn’t become the head of Princeton-Plainsboro by following the rules right down to polishing her shoes every Sunday. But she’s always been very careful to make sure that if she does anything that could cause gossip, she has an alibi, a reason, an alternative look at the situation. After all, that’s what her job description basically entails.
Stacy doesn’t worry about things like that, though. She has always been there on the edge, calling the shots and when the situation looks messy, jumping in and kicking up a fuss. Lisa isn’t like that with all the aspects of her life. With work, she’ll control what she can, but if doing things another way is the only way, then she’ll allow it- that’s why House still has his job. Lisa knows risks have to be taken but she prefers others to do it.
But that completely changes with Stacy. Stacy has bite and grip and hunger. Stacy goes out on a limb and leaps without a second glance. It sends a shiver down Lisa’s spine and a tingle through the rest of her body when Stacy takes her by the hand and convinces her to do something ridiculous again.
But everybody needs some excitement in their life, Lisa reasons when Stacy snatches her by the hand to do something impulsive again.
Title: Blighted Hope
Prompt: 071 - Broken
Word Count: 490
Rating: G
Summary: She has to pretend things will turn out well.
They only shared one thing in common- Greg. Stacy was his girlfriend, Lisa was his boss. They had met a handful of times before the infarction- not enough to consider one another friends, but enough to nod to one another on the street and wish each other a Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah (for Stacy and Lisa respectively).
After the infarction, Lisa found several missed messages on her answering machine from Stacy. Some asking if there was anything she could do to ease the pain for Greg, several asking if he’d change, a handful confirming appointments.
And one asking if she’d mine going out to lunch.
Lisa was hesitant to take Stacy up on her offer. The message sat in her machine for three days as Lisa settled into her new position as Dean of Medicine. The former head of diagnostics was retiring, and even though House worked in nephrology, she was keen to offer him the job. If he was up to it, of course.
The phone rang as soon as she entered her house, a month after the infarction. Greg was reluctantly going to physical therapy, but after Lisa had offered him the position, he had stopped complaining as much and appeared to be working harder, though he denied it every step of the way.
Picking up the phone, she gave her usual greeting. There was silence on the other end, before Stacy’s voice crackled over the line.
‘Hey… it’s Stacy.’
Lisa paused, before replying. ‘Hi.’
The other end was silent. Lisa heard Stacy clear her throat before speaking again. ‘I just wanted to so thank you… for giving Greg a position.’
‘Oh.’ Lisa set her bag down on the floor and leant against the table. ‘He’s a very good doctor… worked very well in nephrology. I know he’d do well in diagnostics, he’s often leant a hand around there when help was needed.’
‘Even when it wasn’t,’ Stacy agreed with a laugh. Lisa smiled, fingers curling around the cord of the phone. ‘He’s doing better,’ Stacy continued in a murmur. ‘He’s still in pain, but…’
Her voice drifted off. Lisa lowered her eyes, breathing slowly. ‘It’s going to be hard,’ she finally said.
‘I know.’
‘It’s going to take time.’
‘I know.’
‘You made the right decision.’
There was a pause. Somewhere in the distance, on Stacy’s end, there was a loud bang. ‘Oh. Um… I need to go, Greg…’
Lisa nodded, even though Stacy couldn’t see.
‘I… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Greg’s going in for physical therapy…’
‘All right.’
‘Oh… Okay. Bye.’
‘Bye.’
Stacy was off the phone quickly and the silence echoed through. Setting the phone on the hook, she ran her tongue over her lips and picked up the phone. She knew House would never get better, and deep down, she knew Stacy knew it as well. But she had to give at least a shred of hope, if only to make herself feel better.
Title: Service
Prompt: 037 - Sound
Word Count: 149
Rating: G
Summary: It’s all gone to the dogs.
Stacy never liked modern-day music. When her car had to go in service one day, she was given a courtesy car. After she drove out of the lot, she turned on the radio. A screeching voice blared out of the speakers, begging the answer to the question ‘Why do you love me?’ Stacy surfed over the stations until she found the haunting melody of ‘My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why/I got out of bed at all.’ Stacy listened until there was an obnoxious male voice breaking the tune. It wasn’t until she found a soothing Celine Dion track did Stacy’s nerves feel better.
When she told Lisa after she arrived at the hospital, the doctor laughed and draped an arm around her, whispering ‘I love you.’
On Lisa’s radio, a song played softly, the singer crooning ‘It’s okay, to think about ending’ to an audience that didn’t listen.
Title: Chili
Prompt: 039 - Taste
Word Count: 193
Rating: G
Summary: Hot and sweet.
Lisa tastes of peppermint chocolate. Stacy hates it. Chocolate should remain by itself. Everything else spoils it. She tries to tell Lisa this, but the other woman shrugs and pops another piece in her mouth.
‘I don’t treat myself enough,’ she gives as a reason. ‘When I do, I may as well splurge.’
Stacy prefers the plain milk chocolate, while Lisa chews over peppermint cremes and Turkish delight and chocolate with orange pieces. Stacy has even seen Lisa drinking mocha through a straw.
‘It’s disgusting,’ Stacy spits, feeling her stomach flip-flop at the sight. Lisa smiles to herself and takes an extra-long sip.
On Christmas Eve, Stacy finds a package wrapped in cellophane on her desk. Inside is a bar of chili flavoured chocolate. Stacy scrunches her nose up, but at the handwritten note that states ‘just try it’, she draws in a deep breath. Breaking a piece off, she hesitantly pops it in her mouth. It’s hot and sweet, and the flavours seem to clash but somehow she can handle it.
By the time she finishes the last piece, she’s sent a message to Lisa’s pager, asking where she can buy more.
Fandom: House
Characters: Stacy/Cuddy
Prompt: 068 - Lightening
Word Count: 254
Rating: G
Summary: Cuddy knows not everything has to be dull.
Author's Notes: Several fics beneath the cut.
When she’s with Stacy, Lisa feels like a completely different person. Stacy’s daring and exciting- she takes risks that send Lisa into a spin. Oh, that’s not to say Lisa is completely straight-laced. She didn’t become the head of Princeton-Plainsboro by following the rules right down to polishing her shoes every Sunday. But she’s always been very careful to make sure that if she does anything that could cause gossip, she has an alibi, a reason, an alternative look at the situation. After all, that’s what her job description basically entails.
Stacy doesn’t worry about things like that, though. She has always been there on the edge, calling the shots and when the situation looks messy, jumping in and kicking up a fuss. Lisa isn’t like that with all the aspects of her life. With work, she’ll control what she can, but if doing things another way is the only way, then she’ll allow it- that’s why House still has his job. Lisa knows risks have to be taken but she prefers others to do it.
But that completely changes with Stacy. Stacy has bite and grip and hunger. Stacy goes out on a limb and leaps without a second glance. It sends a shiver down Lisa’s spine and a tingle through the rest of her body when Stacy takes her by the hand and convinces her to do something ridiculous again.
But everybody needs some excitement in their life, Lisa reasons when Stacy snatches her by the hand to do something impulsive again.
Title: Blighted Hope
Prompt: 071 - Broken
Word Count: 490
Rating: G
Summary: She has to pretend things will turn out well.
They only shared one thing in common- Greg. Stacy was his girlfriend, Lisa was his boss. They had met a handful of times before the infarction- not enough to consider one another friends, but enough to nod to one another on the street and wish each other a Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah (for Stacy and Lisa respectively).
After the infarction, Lisa found several missed messages on her answering machine from Stacy. Some asking if there was anything she could do to ease the pain for Greg, several asking if he’d change, a handful confirming appointments.
And one asking if she’d mine going out to lunch.
Lisa was hesitant to take Stacy up on her offer. The message sat in her machine for three days as Lisa settled into her new position as Dean of Medicine. The former head of diagnostics was retiring, and even though House worked in nephrology, she was keen to offer him the job. If he was up to it, of course.
The phone rang as soon as she entered her house, a month after the infarction. Greg was reluctantly going to physical therapy, but after Lisa had offered him the position, he had stopped complaining as much and appeared to be working harder, though he denied it every step of the way.
Picking up the phone, she gave her usual greeting. There was silence on the other end, before Stacy’s voice crackled over the line.
‘Hey… it’s Stacy.’
Lisa paused, before replying. ‘Hi.’
The other end was silent. Lisa heard Stacy clear her throat before speaking again. ‘I just wanted to so thank you… for giving Greg a position.’
‘Oh.’ Lisa set her bag down on the floor and leant against the table. ‘He’s a very good doctor… worked very well in nephrology. I know he’d do well in diagnostics, he’s often leant a hand around there when help was needed.’
‘Even when it wasn’t,’ Stacy agreed with a laugh. Lisa smiled, fingers curling around the cord of the phone. ‘He’s doing better,’ Stacy continued in a murmur. ‘He’s still in pain, but…’
Her voice drifted off. Lisa lowered her eyes, breathing slowly. ‘It’s going to be hard,’ she finally said.
‘I know.’
‘It’s going to take time.’
‘I know.’
‘You made the right decision.’
There was a pause. Somewhere in the distance, on Stacy’s end, there was a loud bang. ‘Oh. Um… I need to go, Greg…’
Lisa nodded, even though Stacy couldn’t see.
‘I… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Greg’s going in for physical therapy…’
‘All right.’
‘Oh… Okay. Bye.’
‘Bye.’
Stacy was off the phone quickly and the silence echoed through. Setting the phone on the hook, she ran her tongue over her lips and picked up the phone. She knew House would never get better, and deep down, she knew Stacy knew it as well. But she had to give at least a shred of hope, if only to make herself feel better.
Title: Service
Prompt: 037 - Sound
Word Count: 149
Rating: G
Summary: It’s all gone to the dogs.
Stacy never liked modern-day music. When her car had to go in service one day, she was given a courtesy car. After she drove out of the lot, she turned on the radio. A screeching voice blared out of the speakers, begging the answer to the question ‘Why do you love me?’ Stacy surfed over the stations until she found the haunting melody of ‘My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why/I got out of bed at all.’ Stacy listened until there was an obnoxious male voice breaking the tune. It wasn’t until she found a soothing Celine Dion track did Stacy’s nerves feel better.
When she told Lisa after she arrived at the hospital, the doctor laughed and draped an arm around her, whispering ‘I love you.’
On Lisa’s radio, a song played softly, the singer crooning ‘It’s okay, to think about ending’ to an audience that didn’t listen.
Title: Chili
Prompt: 039 - Taste
Word Count: 193
Rating: G
Summary: Hot and sweet.
Lisa tastes of peppermint chocolate. Stacy hates it. Chocolate should remain by itself. Everything else spoils it. She tries to tell Lisa this, but the other woman shrugs and pops another piece in her mouth.
‘I don’t treat myself enough,’ she gives as a reason. ‘When I do, I may as well splurge.’
Stacy prefers the plain milk chocolate, while Lisa chews over peppermint cremes and Turkish delight and chocolate with orange pieces. Stacy has even seen Lisa drinking mocha through a straw.
‘It’s disgusting,’ Stacy spits, feeling her stomach flip-flop at the sight. Lisa smiles to herself and takes an extra-long sip.
On Christmas Eve, Stacy finds a package wrapped in cellophane on her desk. Inside is a bar of chili flavoured chocolate. Stacy scrunches her nose up, but at the handwritten note that states ‘just try it’, she draws in a deep breath. Breaking a piece off, she hesitantly pops it in her mouth. It’s hot and sweet, and the flavours seem to clash but somehow she can handle it.
By the time she finishes the last piece, she’s sent a message to Lisa’s pager, asking where she can buy more.