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thank you very much, f-list, for getting me into yet another tv show. because obviously, that is just what i needed, to be drawn to yet another fandom full of post-ending bitterness and eternal ship wars.
i've even started shipping without having seen one single episode of the show. gosh, pathetic much? ^^;;;
so let's see, what am i going to do this weekend? watch avatar, i guess.
(EDIT: ...or not. because these torrents just aren't cooperating >.<)
(if my mother complains that i'm not paying any attention to her on mother's day this monday, i'm absolutely blaming you guys).
on a not-quite-fandom note, i have decided that if i ever were to go lesbian, i would definitely have a crush on ashley greene. good god, that girl is gorgeous. i made two graphics of her yesterday and i love them-- i'm actually debating whether i should use one of them as the base for a new layout here at GAW... i probably won't, though, because i want to try to stay away from the dark colors this time. actually, i was thinking i should do something manga, but i haven't read any in so long that i wouldn't even know which scene to use... *sigh*
the house ficlet-thingie finally came out! somewhere down the road, though, it became more of a "pre-emancipation" scene, instead of a "post-the itch" scene. whatever. meh, it's so pointless that i'm not even going to bother posting it at ff.net... *grumblegrumble*
moments like these. G, chase/cameron, post-5.07 (the itch).
he was happy. "so am i," she told him and as she said the words, she knew she meant them.
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Chase caught up to her as she was on her way to the cafeteria-- to wait for him, initially, but one of the interns doing an ER rotation stopped her on the way so she could ask her some questions, and Cameron could be nothing but helpful to the tired and underslept, yet very eager younger girl, even during her lunch break. It worked out well for her because it set her back enough that she didn't have to wait for him by the cafeteria entrance... though that didn't happen much these days, she had to admit, because he'd been very good lately about fixing up his schedule so he could spend time with her during work hours (or snooping into House's cases... neither would admit it out loud, but it seemed that had become their unofficial side-gig).
He seemed happy enough, probably because the transplant he had scheduled for that morning had gone well, but she liked to think it was the afterglow from spending the weekend with her, at her apartment. Not as a visitor, but as a permanent part of her life. Of course, they hadn't spent the whole weekend together-- they'd both been called in to work at different points of it-- but he'd been all excited at the prospect of not having to go back to his place to get clothes. It was cute. Funny, if you had asked her two weeks prior, she wouldn't have thought it would be such a huge step, clearing up a drawer for him, but from the way he smiled at her when she woke up in his arms that morning, she knew it meant the world to him. And the fact that he was happy meant the world to her.
"Hey," he greeted her with a bright smile. "How was the morning?" he asked, pulling up his sleeves as they walked down the corridor.
"It was good! No gore or puke whatsoever, which is nothing short of a miracle," she deadpanned, then chuckled. Sure, working the ER might not be as glamorous as being House's fellow, and the death toll was certainly much higher, but there was a charm to it, if she was honest about it. It allowed her to interact with people more directly and help them. And there was something about emergencies that brought many different sides out of people-- and it didn't hold as much of the intrigue that diagnostics seemed clouded with. Not everybody has something dark to hide. Not every case has to be immensely complex in order to be a good case; sometimes simple and straightforward is just what she needed. Sure, there were some days that were horrible and heavy, and left her wondering why the hell she chose to go down this path, but most of the time she was content about where she was. For what it's worth, she was having fun with it. "How about yours? Did the transplant go well?"
He shrugged, corners of his mouth still tugging upward. "Yeah. Pretty much routine."
As they stopped to wait for the elevator to come down, she narrowed her eyes at him, mock suspicious. "Just routine? Then why are you so happy?"
He pointedly raised his eyebrows, as he tended to do when he wanted to look innocent. "Why is it so strange that I'm happy?" Her mock suspicion turned into a mock glare. He knew she didn't like when he answered a question with a question and he did it, just to bug her.
She was this close to taking a poke at him by saying something about a certain glow, but she refrained. For now, that is. "Nothing strange, I'm just curious. Thought you'd want to share the joy."
"I am," he shrugged as they got on the elevator, big goofy grin still in place. "I'm going to have lunch with my girlfriend. What's there not to be happy about?" She started to smile now as well. She thought it was sweet-- mushy, but sweet, in that dorky way of his, but she didn't want to give in so easily either, so she tried to control her mirth. He noticed. "I'm serious. When was the last time we actually had lunch together? I don't remember."
He had a point there. They did often see each other in the hospital: he'd sneak down to visit her in the ER, or she'd meet him up at the doctor's lounge, or when he was prepping for surgery, but it had been a while since they'd coincided during the actual lunch hour. The fact that they were going to sit down and have a meal together made it feel a bit domestic in a "date" sort of way (like the ones they didn't have because they didn't have enough time out of their busy work schedules to do something as trivial as go to a restaurant and have a nice, romantic dinner), so it was a welcome change.
"Okay, maybe you're right," she conceded as the elevator doors opened to the ground floor. She finally relented and smiled, looking a bit thoughtful. "It's actually kind of nice, isn't it? Maybe we should do this more often... think you could arrange your schedule so that your breaks actually happen during lunch time?" she suggested, interested in the possibility.
"I can try," he thought about it, measuring how it could work. Surgeries had an estimated time, but it wasn't something you could really measure, there were all sorts of complications that could come up-- sometimes something that should only take a couple of hours wound up taking forever to be done. Not to mention the fact that since he wasn't a specialist, the Head Surgeon and the rest of his colleagues had a habit of dumping all the non-specialized surgeries to him, which meant he had a lot of work, and that was without counting House suddenly popping in and demanding a procedure for his patient of the week...
She nodded her assent as they neared the entrance to the cafeteria. As the doors swung closed behind them, though, he lightly grabbed her elbow to stop her. She turned to him, wondering. "What is it?"
Still smiling warmly, he signaled her to wait for a second. Then he moved a hand to his breast pocket and took out a small, but perfect daisy, and presented it to her.
She smiled at the sight, touched. She took the flower from his hand and spun it lightly between two fingers, as she thought of the right thing to say. Nothing seemed enough to voice the warm feeling that was coursing through her at the moment. "You know..." she started, her voice amused and teasing, "...that after this I'll have to try even harder to keep the nurses off you."
He laughed outright at that. Of course, he didn't know that she was only half-joking (even now, she probably only had to turn around to find one or two women in the surrounding tables who found their conversation-- and her boyfriend in particular-- way more interesting than their lunch), but she didn't mind. "I wouldn't worry about that," he let her know, tugging her hand that wasn't holding the daisy towards him. "Listen, I just wanted you to know that I really am... happy."
"So am I," she told him and as she said the words, she knew she meant them. For so long she had tried to stay away from any serious relationships, she had been so hurt the first time, that she was still wary of moving too fast. But it was small details like this that made her feel that she could do this. Through the past year and a half they'd been together, she had seen so many things in him that she had never imagined she would find. Just little things, like the fact that he'd switched from Crosswords to Sudoku, or his (very unhealthy, she liked to tease him) crush on Kylie Minogue... little things that in any other case might've been irrelevant or annoying, but that only made him more endearing to her. And she knew he'd seen similar things in her. He always let her know, like he had just now. And she loved that about him.
It was in moments like these when she knew she had made the right choice in being with him.
"I'm glad," he breathed, gazing at her face, sincerity flowing from his expression. Then he grinned. "All right. Lunch now?"
"Yes, please," she replied with a grin of her own, and they continued on the way to get their food. As they got in line, she put the daisy carefully inside her scrubs' breast pocket, making a mental note to take it to her locker after they were done with lunch. Wouldn't want to get any blood, or God knows what else, on it. She looked ahead at the food selection, thinking of her options for the day. "Hey, Rob, they have pizza today. Weren't you craving for pizza last night?"
He took a look down the line to see what she was pointing at, then frowned lightly. "I was, but I'm not sure it's what I want to have now. Does it have anchovies, can you tell?"
"Don't know, guess you'll have to risk it," she told him, then turned around to let the cafeteria lady know what she wanted to have. Chase followed her down the line, still deliberating with himself whether he should order the pizza or not.
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and chase didn't mention this but IT WAS TOTALLY TUESDAY ♥