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take advantage of me!
Holy crap, everyone, I appear to be experiencing a momentary LULL IN UNI WORK.
Let's all take a moment to appreciate this, shall we?
Okay.
In celebration, I am running a drabbles-for-icons festival. Because I would like some new icons, and I'm in the mood to write drabbles. There are many shows that I love and yet have a bizarre dearth of icons for - Arrested Development, Buffy, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy and House all fall in this category. And movies! Movie icons! And yes, of course that was a blatant hint.
Post a request and I'll drabble while you icon. If the drabble sucks, you can maliciously sabotage the icon. Bien? Bien!
ETA: If you consider yourself to be extirely lacking in icon skillz, then I am also amenable to a simple drabble exchange :)
Let's all take a moment to appreciate this, shall we?
Okay.
In celebration, I am running a drabbles-for-icons festival. Because I would like some new icons, and I'm in the mood to write drabbles. There are many shows that I love and yet have a bizarre dearth of icons for - Arrested Development, Buffy, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy and House all fall in this category. And movies! Movie icons! And yes, of course that was a blatant hint.
Post a request and I'll drabble while you icon. If the drabble sucks, you can maliciously sabotage the icon. Bien? Bien!
ETA: If you consider yourself to be extirely lacking in icon skillz, then I am also amenable to a simple drabble exchange :)
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Also: if you give me a House/Wilson drabble (prompt: ummmm. wilson is sad?) or a GA drabble (prompt: GEORGE!!!!! and, um, kids!) you can make up a prompt and I'll do it.
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"Symptoms?" Cameron stood up to get the whiteboard, but House herded her back into her seat with his cane.
"No need. I've already solved it."
Chase rolled his eyes. "So what are we here for?"
"You three," House told them, bouncing over to pour himself a mug of coffee, "are going to treat the patient. I expect it to tax even your admirable initiative skills."
"Diagnosis?" Foreman asked.
"Severe depression." House looked around. "Where's the sugar gone? Ah."
"Depression?" Cameron leapt up and snatched the sugar before he could reach it, holding it hostage. "We're a diagnostics department. In a hospital. How are we supposed to treat..."
"So glad you asked!" He rapped his cane on the ground. "Unless Dr. Cameron hands me the sugar, she will be spending the day double-checking my patient discharge papers from the last six months."
Cameron handed him the sugar with a sheepish smile and sat down again.
"Right." House nodded at her. "Dr. Cameron not being entirely devoid of common sense, and also possessing a good eye for fashion, she will instead break into Dr. Wilson's house and choose an outfit suitable for dinner at a fancy restaurant. Relax, I have a key." He tossed it to her. "The address is in my planner."
Cameron caught the key deftly and began to say something, then thought better of it.
"Dr. Chase will be doing research!" He kicked open a cupboard, pulled something out, and then hopped over to dump the Yellow Pages onto the table in front of Chase, sloshing the man's coffee. Chase glared. "I want you to find the most exclusive, expensive Chinese restaurant in this city. One of those places that has a waiting list the length of your arm. No, my arm. And then you're going to get me a booking for two, for tonight."
"That's absurd," Chase said, mopping up his coffee. "It's a Friday night."
"Initiative, Dr. Chase! Use your accent. Use your inheritance. Use your boyish good looks. I'm sure you'll come up with something." He picked up the red mug and headed for the door. "Meanwhile, I will be bullying the admin nurses into rescheduling all of Wilson's late consultations, and then I have an afternoon appointment with eBay." He made a face and swished his cane. "Urgent bidding deadline. You know how it is. There could be bloodshed."
"What about me?" Foreman demanded.
"You?" House paused, his cane suspended in midair. "You get to see my Clinic patients and keep Cuddy distracted. Think of it like dodgeball. No cases! No cases!" He made shooing motions with his hands. "If all else fails, claim an epidemic of Munchausen's and turf them all to Psych."
Foreman raised his eyebrows. House gave him a huge, fake grin and fled the room.
"Great." Foreman looked at the others for sympathy.
"Oh, what? You'd rather have Chinese restaurants?" Chase yanked the Yellow Pages irritably onto his lap and lifted his feet up onto the desk. Cameron just shrugged and picked up her jacket.
Foreman sighed and headed down to the Clinic.
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"You had them doing what?" Wilson paused with a glass of very expensive Riesling near his mouth.
"I know." House prodded a half-eaten egg roll and snickered. "I know. Oh, Cameron's face."
"You'd better be careful," Wilson said reprovingly. "They're smart. Treat them too badly and they'll run away to the sheltering arms of another fellowship position."
"Nah. They all love me. I'm a lovable guy." House winked at him. "Besides, Dr. Wilson, are you saying you don't appreciate all of the efforts I went to?"
"All of the efforts -"
" - they went to, yeah yeah." House waved it away. "Come on. I prescribed, I want some visible results. Give me that last dumpling."
Wilson hit his hand with the chopsticks, barely glancing at it.
"Ow."
"Wimp."
"Adulterer."
"Cripple."
House smiled; Wilson smiled back. It might not have been much, but it was visible.
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I loved this.
Think of it like dodgeball. No cases! No cases!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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*****
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No," Christina shakes her head. "This is a very bad plan. Can't you both see that this is a bad plan?"
Izzie and Meredith looked at her as though she'd grown horns. It was hard to tell because the third floor cleaning closet only had an overhead light, so all their faces were shadowed, but Christina knew those face.
"It's a bad plan," she reasserted.
It could not be reasserted enough, she felt.
"Men," Mere began.
"-Are evil," Izzie finished.
"We just feel that Alex needs that lesson more than most," Meredith said. This is all very reasonable, her face said.
"Well...." Christina was wavering, knew it was a sign of weakness.
"Flesh eating virus," Izzie said.
Meredith nodded. "And Doctor Feelgood."
Shaking her head, Christina said, "Ok. Ok, what do I have to do?"
****
Izzie walked up to the nurses' station and grinned. From the distance, Christina thought it looked like a shark's grin, but maybe that was just her, because the nurses seemed to fall for it.
"I don't get it," Christina said. "Why would they give her the good cases? I'm there every morning."
"She's nice to them," Meredith said, without paying attention. She was already marking up a chart, one that used to be blank.
"You don't really think that he's going to fall for this, do you?"
Meredith looked up, hurt. "Christina! Knock on wood! Right now!"
Blinking, Christina said, "What? No."
Meredith stared her down. Christina caved. "You are such a loser," she said, knocking on the windowsill.
Grinning, Meredith kept marking the chart.
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"Ok," Christina said. "Are you sure-"
"Yes," Izzie shoved her out the door. "Do it!"
Christina actually did stumble as she passed him, dropping all her cases. She picked up most of them, leaving out one, pretending not to see it.
She couldn't exactly bring herself to be surprised that he stole it.
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"Hey, have you seen the guy that's supposed to be in 20?" Alex asked.
Izzie looked innocent. "Nope," she said.
"20?" Meredith puzzled. "Why? Is it something interesting?"
"No, no," Alex said, quickly. "It's a nothing case."
Christina finished her pudding cup. It wasn't her fault at all if the case he stole didn't exist. She was completely innocent from this. Really. Swear.
Whatever, men sucked anyway.
*****
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