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Get Off (Cuddy/Amber)
Title: Get Off
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31_days_exchnge 6. unbuild it again; house_femfest: Cuddy/Amber: "Get off the damn bus"
Series: House, M.D.
Character/Pairing: Cuddy/Amber; implied Wilson/Amber
Rating: PG for blood
Spoilers: Wilson's Heart
Excerpt: "Let's go back," she says. "Get off the damn bus. Let House take care of himself."
"Let's go back," she says. "Get off the damn bus. Let House take care of himself."
She must be asleep. She's standing in the hospital hallway next to Amber, like they've just paused to exchange small talk or reports about the incorrigible doctor. But Amber isn't here. She can't be here. So Lisa must be asleep.
"You know he can't, love," Amber replies, lifting a hand to brush at Lisa's cheek. Her touch leaves a bloody smear on Lisa's face, and Lisa knows that's incorrect, they didn't find her bleeding like that, but she can still feel the blood cold (it shouldn't be cold) on her cheek. She bites her lip.
"You take care of him too. You do such a good job," she says, tilting her head to the side. She leans forward, her calves flexing in a way that catches Lisa's eye for the second before there are lips on hers.
They are lips stained with salt, with old tears, and she doesn't know why Amber is crying, but she knows why she is.
"I don't want to take care of him," she says against Amber's mouth, letting Amber's hand slide around to the small of her back and then deepening the kiss. She doesn't care who sees; she refuses to care. This is a dream and what better place to fulfill illogical fantasies?
"You're all he has, you and James," Amber says, pulling back out of the kiss. She has a bloody smudge on her cheek that mirrors the one on Lisa's, and she still knows it's ridiculous, but she reaches out to brush her fingers across it.
"You care too much," she says, feeling selfish and sort of hating herself for the impulse. She was in charge of the hospital. She took care of people-- everyone.
But she wants to take care of Amber, just Amber, and maybe their babies at some point, but no one else. Selfish.
"You do too," Amber says, with a sparkling laugh, and then the dream dissolves into a dark bedroom and cold sweats and a lonely, lonely bed. Lisa sighs and pulls the covers up across her shoulders. She isn't cold, not exactly.
"Get off the bus," she mumbles, and because she has to work tomorrow, and House is halfway through a case and three-quarters of the way through Wilson's patience, she goes back to sleep.
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31_days_exchnge 6. unbuild it again; house_femfest: Cuddy/Amber: "Get off the damn bus"Series: House, M.D.
Character/Pairing: Cuddy/Amber; implied Wilson/Amber
Rating: PG for blood
Spoilers: Wilson's Heart
Excerpt: "Let's go back," she says. "Get off the damn bus. Let House take care of himself."
"Let's go back," she says. "Get off the damn bus. Let House take care of himself."
She must be asleep. She's standing in the hospital hallway next to Amber, like they've just paused to exchange small talk or reports about the incorrigible doctor. But Amber isn't here. She can't be here. So Lisa must be asleep.
"You know he can't, love," Amber replies, lifting a hand to brush at Lisa's cheek. Her touch leaves a bloody smear on Lisa's face, and Lisa knows that's incorrect, they didn't find her bleeding like that, but she can still feel the blood cold (it shouldn't be cold) on her cheek. She bites her lip.
"You take care of him too. You do such a good job," she says, tilting her head to the side. She leans forward, her calves flexing in a way that catches Lisa's eye for the second before there are lips on hers.
They are lips stained with salt, with old tears, and she doesn't know why Amber is crying, but she knows why she is.
"I don't want to take care of him," she says against Amber's mouth, letting Amber's hand slide around to the small of her back and then deepening the kiss. She doesn't care who sees; she refuses to care. This is a dream and what better place to fulfill illogical fantasies?
"You're all he has, you and James," Amber says, pulling back out of the kiss. She has a bloody smudge on her cheek that mirrors the one on Lisa's, and she still knows it's ridiculous, but she reaches out to brush her fingers across it.
"You care too much," she says, feeling selfish and sort of hating herself for the impulse. She was in charge of the hospital. She took care of people-- everyone.
But she wants to take care of Amber, just Amber, and maybe their babies at some point, but no one else. Selfish.
"You do too," Amber says, with a sparkling laugh, and then the dream dissolves into a dark bedroom and cold sweats and a lonely, lonely bed. Lisa sighs and pulls the covers up across her shoulders. She isn't cold, not exactly.
"Get off the bus," she mumbles, and because she has to work tomorrow, and House is halfway through a case and three-quarters of the way through Wilson's patience, she goes back to sleep.