Apparently, elva_barr hates me...
because she requested House/Cameron. The kicker of it is that her tiny behiney doesn't even like
House/Cam, she's just FUCKING with me.
And she pretty much dared me. You know, without actually saying that.
So, anyway, I wrote it, but it's NOT exactly fluff. Dark humor, much?
Title: Enough
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cameron; House/gin
Rating: PG
Words: hairclip, strawberry, nails, sharp, gin
She's clipping her nails in bed again.
It's like a knife through his skull, and she knows it.
He takes another swig of gin, swishing it around his teeth and gums, seriously debating
his options. Again.
He could actually talk to her...but that seems like taking it to far. It's not like
anything will penetrate her vacuous skull, short of a bullet.
Which is a thought.
He'll be the prime suspect, though, and that's never good. Besides, his only character
witness is Wilson, whose credibility is less than shot due to some bad decisions in
script-writing (most notably, trusting House).
Making it look like a suicide is thoroughly out of the question, as everyone knows she'd never be so kind as to
put him out of his misery.
Now she's filing her nails. Presumably into sharp points.
He hates her so very much in this moment. Divorce is too good for her. He hates her
from the tip of her strawberry-scented head, to the bottom of her french-pedicured feet.
He's formulating the statistical possibilities of hairclip-related fatalities when she
finally rolls over and switches off the light.
And leaves him in the dark.
"Inconsiderate whore," he mutters.
"Did you say something, dear?" she asks sweetly.
Too sweetly.
House reaches silently for his pillow...
If I'm not much mistaken, there are still TWO drabble prompts left. One to five words, fandoms are Angel, Buffy, Bones, House, Dresden Files, Firefly, and Harry Potter. I want to get these finished so I can move onto the next project, so give me something!!
ETA: Just another one of those things that shows how easily amused I am. Here it is, for your viewing (dis)pleasure, Nicky and Kare, Yahoo Avatars version.
Okay, so in other news...uh....damn. Not much of nothing, really. We finally finished off the cans of boiled peanuts Miss Ashley sent me in my birthday package. Ain't that a bitch? Canned boiled peanuts don't measure up at all to the real deal, but they're good when that's all you've got.
I gotta write a fucking report thing on school prayer. Taking the pro position. Piss me off. And her ass was supposed to email me back telling me what to do next, but she's falling down on the job.
My girls called me today (I was helping out Cindy at the other store, she's just taken over and her store is shitty, like mine was when I took it over), and they were like "We've got you a surprise." But they won't tell me what it is, just that I'll see it when I go into work tomorrow morning. Isn't that adorable? They tried to talk Sherry into leaving me to go work for Cindy, BEHIND MY BACK, and word through the grapeving is that she refused to go. She's really kept it quiet to me, though. I think that's so cool.
I can't think of anything else at the moment. Give me something to write, dammit. I demand it.
House/Cam, she's just FUCKING with me.
And she pretty much dared me. You know, without actually saying that.
So, anyway, I wrote it, but it's NOT exactly fluff. Dark humor, much?
Title: Enough
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cameron; House/gin
Rating: PG
Words: hairclip, strawberry, nails, sharp, gin
She's clipping her nails in bed again.
It's like a knife through his skull, and she knows it.
He takes another swig of gin, swishing it around his teeth and gums, seriously debating
his options. Again.
He could actually talk to her...but that seems like taking it to far. It's not like
anything will penetrate her vacuous skull, short of a bullet.
Which is a thought.
He'll be the prime suspect, though, and that's never good. Besides, his only character
witness is Wilson, whose credibility is less than shot due to some bad decisions in
script-writing (most notably, trusting House).
Making it look like a suicide is thoroughly out of the question, as everyone knows she'd never be so kind as to
put him out of his misery.
Now she's filing her nails. Presumably into sharp points.
He hates her so very much in this moment. Divorce is too good for her. He hates her
from the tip of her strawberry-scented head, to the bottom of her french-pedicured feet.
He's formulating the statistical possibilities of hairclip-related fatalities when she
finally rolls over and switches off the light.
And leaves him in the dark.
"Inconsiderate whore," he mutters.
"Did you say something, dear?" she asks sweetly.
Too sweetly.
House reaches silently for his pillow...
If I'm not much mistaken, there are still TWO drabble prompts left. One to five words, fandoms are Angel, Buffy, Bones, House, Dresden Files, Firefly, and Harry Potter. I want to get these finished so I can move onto the next project, so give me something!!
ETA: Just another one of those things that shows how easily amused I am. Here it is, for your viewing (dis)pleasure, Nicky and Kare, Yahoo Avatars version.
Okay, so in other news...uh....damn. Not much of nothing, really. We finally finished off the cans of boiled peanuts Miss Ashley sent me in my birthday package. Ain't that a bitch? Canned boiled peanuts don't measure up at all to the real deal, but they're good when that's all you've got.
I gotta write a fucking report thing on school prayer. Taking the pro position. Piss me off. And her ass was supposed to email me back telling me what to do next, but she's falling down on the job.
My girls called me today (I was helping out Cindy at the other store, she's just taken over and her store is shitty, like mine was when I took it over), and they were like "We've got you a surprise." But they won't tell me what it is, just that I'll see it when I go into work tomorrow morning. Isn't that adorable? They tried to talk Sherry into leaving me to go work for Cindy, BEHIND MY BACK, and word through the grapeving is that she refused to go. She's really kept it quiet to me, though. I think that's so cool.
I can't think of anything else at the moment. Give me something to write, dammit. I demand it.