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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-23 12:17 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-23 12:17 am
John/Cuddy - Just a Bad Cold
1. the slogan for winchester hunting rifles is "Trust Your Hunt to a Winchester." (hee!)
2. this kinda--exploded. damnit, why do the SPN crossover bunnies always explode! *pouts*
Fandom: House MD/Supernatural
Title: Just a Bad Cold
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester, Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House, implied past John Winchester/Lisa Cuddy
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house_fest Prompt: 42. Crossover with one of the following: Scrubs; Highlander (TV Show); Jack 2.0; Babylon 5; Battlestar Gallactica; Harry Potter; Supernatural
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Dean requests a certain doctor while at the PPTH Clinic.
Author's Note: AU. I don't know if John definitely went to college, but I'm saying he did. I actually really like the idea of John/Cuddy, and think it kinda stinks that he's dead.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox.
“You look like hell, man,” Sam said from the driver’s seat. He had been looking like hell for a few days now, but didn’t seem to be doing anything about it other than some decongestants that didn’t seem to be working. Dean had been feeling sick enough to give him the keys, but was still protesting vehemently against a doctor, “We should at least stop in at one of those free clinics, make sure it’s nothing too serious.”
“I don’t need a damn doctor,” Dean replied nasally, his head resting against the passenger side window.
“Dean—”
“Sam, I’ll be alright,” he said, giving his brother a look, “I don’t need to go to the doctor for a fuckin’ cold.”
“Look, I know you hate doctors and hospitals, but—”
“But what, Sam?” Dean said, the glare intensifying, “I don’t need to see a doc—” His voice trailed off into a coughing fit.
“Says you,” Sam replied turning his eyes back to the road. Dean shook his head before looking up at the road signs.
“Where are we?”
“Just passing by New Brunswick, New Jersey,” Sam replied, “Why?”
“Will you get off my back if I see a doctor?”
“Yes,” Sam replied.
“Go to Princeton.”
***
“Not so fast, House.”
House turned to face the nurse behind him and gave her a look, “You’re not Cuddy. You can’t use that line.”
“Can’t I?” she said with a smirk before handing him the file, “You’ve got one more patient.”
“Give it to Cameron,” he replied, turning around and starting to walk again, “I only have five minutes left before my clinic time is up.”
“It will take you five minutes to diagnose him,” she replied, “Hell, even I could diagnose him.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I not a doctor,” she said, before dangling the file in front of him until he took it. He flipped it open reluctantly, before looking up at her.
“He requested Dr. Cuddy,” he said pointedly.
“Do you really think the Dean of Medicine is going to come down here for a clinic patient?”
He knew the answer to that, but chose to grumble about it none the less. He limped his way over to the door of the exam room, and pushed it open. There were two men in the room, one sitting up on the exam table, looking sick as a dog, the other sitting in one of the waiting chairs, looking bored.
“Who are you?” the sick one asked, confused.
“I’m Doctor House, and I’ve been reluctantly roped into telling you that you have a very bad cold and prescribing you a decongestant.”
“You’re not even going to examine him?” the other one spoke up.
“No,” but House and the patient replied at the same time, and the patient turned back to him.
“I asked for Dr. Cuddy,” the sick patient replied.
“Yes, I noticed that. But Cuddy is busy doing very important Dean of Medicine-y things, so she can’t right now,” House said, “You’re stuck with me.”
“Well, fine. Prescribe me the damn decongestant so we can leave.”
“No, wait,” the other one said standing up, “You can’t just prescribe him something without examining him first.”
“Stay out of it, Sammy,” the sick one said, glaring at ‘Sammy.’
“Yes, Sammy, let your boyfriend decide what’s best for him.”
“He’s my brother,” the patient corrected, and House gave him a look.
“Yeah. And I’m banging Carmen Electra.”
The sick one was starting to get irritated, “Will you just give me the damn prescription?”
“Dean, you can’t let him just give you a prescription without examining you first,” ‘Sammy’ protested again.
“He is not examining me,” ‘Dean’ replied, pointing back to the man in front of him, “It’s either Dr. Cuddy, or we’re leaving without a prescription.”
“So we came all this way out of the way, and sat in the waiting room for a few hours for nothing?” Sam said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Apparently, considering you won’t let him give me the prescription without examining and he is not going to do it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Sam said, rubbing a hand over his face, “He’s just going to take your temperature and feel your glands, he’s not going to molest you.”
“He said that I don’t need a damn doctor, alright? I never did, I just did it so that you would get of my fuckin’ back about it!”
Sam started to open his mouth but House cut him off, “Whoa, whoa, whoa—Fred, Ethel. Can it for two seconds.” The two men looked at him sullenly, and he continued, “I will go talk to Cuddy and see if she’s willing to come down and exam a patient. If she can’t, I will come back here, give you a prescription for a strong decongestant, and send you on your merry way. If she will, she’ll come down, examine you, and write you the exact same prescription.” He glanced between the two of them, “Does that work for you?”
“Works for me,” Dean replied, and Sam slumped back into the chair again.
“Fine.”
“Good. I’ll be right back,” House replied before getting to his feet.
***
House burst into Cuddy’s office, but she didn’t even look up. “What do you want, House?”
“You have a patient,” he said, gesturing to the folder in his hand as she looked up.
“What are you smoking?” she asked, giving him a look.
“A patient in the clinic is insisting that you be the one to examine him,” he said, tossing the file on her desk before sitting down, “Now, normally I would say something about how he just wanted to ogle the girls, but the way he fought back with his brother seemed pretty serious.”
“What’s his name?” Cuddy asked slowly as she picked up the file.
“Dean Winchester,” House replied, “I think he’s a bit young to be an old sextoy, but he’s pretty enough that I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“Winchester?” Cuddy frowned, opening the file quickly and scanning through it.
“Yeah,” House now looked interested, “You know him?”
She looked up at him with a smirk, “That’s none of your business.” She then stood up from behind her desk, “I’ll take it.”
“You will?” House said, surprised.
She nodded, before moving out from behind the desk and walking towards the door, “Yes, House. I’ll take it.” She pulled the door open, and gestured for him to walk through, “After you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll lock up when I leave,” House replied, not moving from the chair.
“You break into my office when I’m trying to keep you out,” Cuddy said, hands on her hips, “Do you think I’m going to willingly leave you in my office when I’m not here?” House grumbled slightly before getting to his feet. He made it halfway to the door before he spoke up again.
“You know I’ll just pick the lock to get back in.”
“Out, House,” she said, pointing out the door, and he grumbled some more before making it out the door.
***
Dean and Sam both looked up as the door to the exam room opened, and a young pretty doctor walked in, her head buried in a file. “Hello, my name is Doctor Cam—” she looked up, and her face became slightly confused, “—eron.” The three of them stared back at each other for a moment before she spoke again.
“You’re not Helga, are you?” she said, slightly embarrassed.
Dean looked down at himself, and then looked up again, shaking his head no before flashing his best smile, “But I can if you need me to be.”
She laughed slightly, before shaking her head, “Nice try, but thanks anyway.” The door shut again, and Sam just shook his head.
“What?” Dean asked.
“You’re sick as a dog, and you’ve still go the energy to flirt?”
“Yeah,” Dean replied, just as the door opened again, and another, equally attractive woman walked into the room. She gave them both a smile, before turning to the patient.
“Dean.”
“Lisa,” he replied, giving her a grin. Sam looked between the two of them for a minute before, Cuddy turned to the younger brother.
“You must be Sam,” she said, walking over and extending her hand to him, and Sam stood up and shook it.
“You’ve heard of me?” he frowned, and she nodded.
“From both Dean and John—well, your father I mean,” she said before the room fell into awkward silence again.
“Sammy, why don’t you go get something from the vending machine or something?” Dean suggested, and Sam shrugged before walking around them and out of the room. Lisa then turned back to Dean with a smile.
“So—what are the symptoms?”
***
Sam was waiting for the vending machine in the cafeteria to give him his food, when he spotted the first doctor who had tried to see Dean limping into the room, and sitting down at a table across from another dark haired doctor.
“Winchester,” House began, and Sam hung back for a minute, wondering what the conversation was about.
“The rifle company?” the other doctor replied.
“No, it’s a name.”
“I don’t know anyone named Winchester, House.”
“But Cuddy does.”
“And you’re asking me about it?”
“What does it mean to her?”
“What makes you think I know?”
“Because going to Stacey was a bust,” House replied, “And if she hasn’t told Stacey, it means she told you.”
“Well, going to both of us was a bust, then,” he stated, “Because I have no idea who this guy ‘Winchester’ is.”
“You’re no help,” House replied before stealing the other half of the man’s sandwich, and then getting up to hobble away. Sam shook his head. He was hoping to get some answers himself. But that didn’t matter, he would just bug Dean for them later.
***
“How much is Sam like your father?”
“What makes you think Sammy is anything like Dad?” Dean said with a smirk.
“Well, he looks almost identical to him,” Lisa replied, “I was just wondering if the personality carried over in the DNA as well.”
Dean nodded slowly, “They’re more alike than they’d like to admit. They fight a lot.”
“It’s said that people with similar personalities often do if they’re left together for too long.”
Cuddy’s hands pressed against the glands on the side of Dean’s neck, and he just watched her as she did so. She was surprised that he had decided to come here to see her of all places, but on some level, she was glad she did. When she had heard the name Winchester, she had hoped for the elder of the three. But seeing Dean was just as good. She could still get news on how John was doing.
“How’s your father?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Fine, I think—” he shrugged, “I haven’t really heard from him in the while.”
“Ah,” she nodded, “Where’s the pressure?”
“Right above my eyes.”
She cringed sympathetically, before noting that on the chart in front of her, “Why did you ask for me?”
He shrugged again, looking a bit embarrassed, “I’m not really big on doctors or hospitals, and since Sammy wasn’t getting off my back about it, I figured it was worth a shot to see if I could see you.”
Cuddy gave him a small smile. First time she had met him, he wasn’t exactly that open with her and she could understand that. You don’t exactly become best buddies with your widower father’s college girlfriend. But he seemed to warm up to her eventually. She just wished she had gotten to meet Sam before this, so things wouldn’t have been as awkward. “Don’t trust House?”
“I actually like that guy. He was ready to just give me the drugs and let me go. It was Sam who made the big deal out of nothing when I wouldn’t let him examine me.”
“I’m not surprised that he could tell what was wrong with you without examining you,” she replied, “It’s pretty obvious.”
“Bad cold?”
“Bad cold.”
“That’s what I told him,” he shook his head.
“I’m gonna write you a prescription for a better decongestant than the one you’ve been taking,” she sighed, pulling out a prescription pad. “You can fill it and be on your way.”
“Thanks,” he nodded, before taking the slip of paper from her and sliding off the exam table. He started to walk towards the door and Cuddy stopped him.
“Hey, Dean?”
“Yeah?” he said, turning around to face her.
“If you see your dad anytime soon—ask him to give me a call?” she asked.
Dean nodded with a small smile, “I will. And thanks again.” He gave her wave before disappearing out the door.
***
“So who was she?” Sam asked as they were back on the road again.
“Who was who?” Dean replied, looking out the passenger window. The decongestants she had given him were much better than what he’d been taking, and he felt like he could actually breathe again. Only downside was that his nose was running like a faucet and he was blowing it every three minutes.
“Dr. Cuddy,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.
“An old friend of Dad’s,” Dean replied.
“I didn’t know Dad was old friends with Deans of Medicine,” Sam said, giving him a skeptical look.
“Lot of things you don’t know about Dad’s old friends,” Dean replied, before blowing his nose loudly into a tissue. With that, Sam knew the subject had been dropped, but he decided to let it go. He would get the answers eventually. He always did.
2. this kinda--exploded. damnit, why do the SPN crossover bunnies always explode! *pouts*
Fandom: House MD/Supernatural
Title: Just a Bad Cold
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester, Lisa Cuddy, Gregory House, implied past John Winchester/Lisa Cuddy
house_fest Prompt: 42. Crossover with one of the following: Scrubs; Highlander (TV Show); Jack 2.0; Babylon 5; Battlestar Gallactica; Harry Potter; Supernatural Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Dean requests a certain doctor while at the PPTH Clinic.
Author's Note: AU. I don't know if John definitely went to college, but I'm saying he did. I actually really like the idea of John/Cuddy, and think it kinda stinks that he's dead.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of House MD. They're owned by Fox.
“You look like hell, man,” Sam said from the driver’s seat. He had been looking like hell for a few days now, but didn’t seem to be doing anything about it other than some decongestants that didn’t seem to be working. Dean had been feeling sick enough to give him the keys, but was still protesting vehemently against a doctor, “We should at least stop in at one of those free clinics, make sure it’s nothing too serious.”
“I don’t need a damn doctor,” Dean replied nasally, his head resting against the passenger side window.
“Dean—”
“Sam, I’ll be alright,” he said, giving his brother a look, “I don’t need to go to the doctor for a fuckin’ cold.”
“Look, I know you hate doctors and hospitals, but—”
“But what, Sam?” Dean said, the glare intensifying, “I don’t need to see a doc—” His voice trailed off into a coughing fit.
“Says you,” Sam replied turning his eyes back to the road. Dean shook his head before looking up at the road signs.
“Where are we?”
“Just passing by New Brunswick, New Jersey,” Sam replied, “Why?”
“Will you get off my back if I see a doctor?”
“Yes,” Sam replied.
“Go to Princeton.”
***
“Not so fast, House.”
House turned to face the nurse behind him and gave her a look, “You’re not Cuddy. You can’t use that line.”
“Can’t I?” she said with a smirk before handing him the file, “You’ve got one more patient.”
“Give it to Cameron,” he replied, turning around and starting to walk again, “I only have five minutes left before my clinic time is up.”
“It will take you five minutes to diagnose him,” she replied, “Hell, even I could diagnose him.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I not a doctor,” she said, before dangling the file in front of him until he took it. He flipped it open reluctantly, before looking up at her.
“He requested Dr. Cuddy,” he said pointedly.
“Do you really think the Dean of Medicine is going to come down here for a clinic patient?”
He knew the answer to that, but chose to grumble about it none the less. He limped his way over to the door of the exam room, and pushed it open. There were two men in the room, one sitting up on the exam table, looking sick as a dog, the other sitting in one of the waiting chairs, looking bored.
“Who are you?” the sick one asked, confused.
“I’m Doctor House, and I’ve been reluctantly roped into telling you that you have a very bad cold and prescribing you a decongestant.”
“You’re not even going to examine him?” the other one spoke up.
“No,” but House and the patient replied at the same time, and the patient turned back to him.
“I asked for Dr. Cuddy,” the sick patient replied.
“Yes, I noticed that. But Cuddy is busy doing very important Dean of Medicine-y things, so she can’t right now,” House said, “You’re stuck with me.”
“Well, fine. Prescribe me the damn decongestant so we can leave.”
“No, wait,” the other one said standing up, “You can’t just prescribe him something without examining him first.”
“Stay out of it, Sammy,” the sick one said, glaring at ‘Sammy.’
“Yes, Sammy, let your boyfriend decide what’s best for him.”
“He’s my brother,” the patient corrected, and House gave him a look.
“Yeah. And I’m banging Carmen Electra.”
The sick one was starting to get irritated, “Will you just give me the damn prescription?”
“Dean, you can’t let him just give you a prescription without examining you first,” ‘Sammy’ protested again.
“He is not examining me,” ‘Dean’ replied, pointing back to the man in front of him, “It’s either Dr. Cuddy, or we’re leaving without a prescription.”
“So we came all this way out of the way, and sat in the waiting room for a few hours for nothing?” Sam said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Apparently, considering you won’t let him give me the prescription without examining and he is not going to do it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Sam said, rubbing a hand over his face, “He’s just going to take your temperature and feel your glands, he’s not going to molest you.”
“He said that I don’t need a damn doctor, alright? I never did, I just did it so that you would get of my fuckin’ back about it!”
Sam started to open his mouth but House cut him off, “Whoa, whoa, whoa—Fred, Ethel. Can it for two seconds.” The two men looked at him sullenly, and he continued, “I will go talk to Cuddy and see if she’s willing to come down and exam a patient. If she can’t, I will come back here, give you a prescription for a strong decongestant, and send you on your merry way. If she will, she’ll come down, examine you, and write you the exact same prescription.” He glanced between the two of them, “Does that work for you?”
“Works for me,” Dean replied, and Sam slumped back into the chair again.
“Fine.”
“Good. I’ll be right back,” House replied before getting to his feet.
***
House burst into Cuddy’s office, but she didn’t even look up. “What do you want, House?”
“You have a patient,” he said, gesturing to the folder in his hand as she looked up.
“What are you smoking?” she asked, giving him a look.
“A patient in the clinic is insisting that you be the one to examine him,” he said, tossing the file on her desk before sitting down, “Now, normally I would say something about how he just wanted to ogle the girls, but the way he fought back with his brother seemed pretty serious.”
“What’s his name?” Cuddy asked slowly as she picked up the file.
“Dean Winchester,” House replied, “I think he’s a bit young to be an old sextoy, but he’s pretty enough that I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“Winchester?” Cuddy frowned, opening the file quickly and scanning through it.
“Yeah,” House now looked interested, “You know him?”
She looked up at him with a smirk, “That’s none of your business.” She then stood up from behind her desk, “I’ll take it.”
“You will?” House said, surprised.
She nodded, before moving out from behind the desk and walking towards the door, “Yes, House. I’ll take it.” She pulled the door open, and gestured for him to walk through, “After you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll lock up when I leave,” House replied, not moving from the chair.
“You break into my office when I’m trying to keep you out,” Cuddy said, hands on her hips, “Do you think I’m going to willingly leave you in my office when I’m not here?” House grumbled slightly before getting to his feet. He made it halfway to the door before he spoke up again.
“You know I’ll just pick the lock to get back in.”
“Out, House,” she said, pointing out the door, and he grumbled some more before making it out the door.
***
Dean and Sam both looked up as the door to the exam room opened, and a young pretty doctor walked in, her head buried in a file. “Hello, my name is Doctor Cam—” she looked up, and her face became slightly confused, “—eron.” The three of them stared back at each other for a moment before she spoke again.
“You’re not Helga, are you?” she said, slightly embarrassed.
Dean looked down at himself, and then looked up again, shaking his head no before flashing his best smile, “But I can if you need me to be.”
She laughed slightly, before shaking her head, “Nice try, but thanks anyway.” The door shut again, and Sam just shook his head.
“What?” Dean asked.
“You’re sick as a dog, and you’ve still go the energy to flirt?”
“Yeah,” Dean replied, just as the door opened again, and another, equally attractive woman walked into the room. She gave them both a smile, before turning to the patient.
“Dean.”
“Lisa,” he replied, giving her a grin. Sam looked between the two of them for a minute before, Cuddy turned to the younger brother.
“You must be Sam,” she said, walking over and extending her hand to him, and Sam stood up and shook it.
“You’ve heard of me?” he frowned, and she nodded.
“From both Dean and John—well, your father I mean,” she said before the room fell into awkward silence again.
“Sammy, why don’t you go get something from the vending machine or something?” Dean suggested, and Sam shrugged before walking around them and out of the room. Lisa then turned back to Dean with a smile.
“So—what are the symptoms?”
***
Sam was waiting for the vending machine in the cafeteria to give him his food, when he spotted the first doctor who had tried to see Dean limping into the room, and sitting down at a table across from another dark haired doctor.
“Winchester,” House began, and Sam hung back for a minute, wondering what the conversation was about.
“The rifle company?” the other doctor replied.
“No, it’s a name.”
“I don’t know anyone named Winchester, House.”
“But Cuddy does.”
“And you’re asking me about it?”
“What does it mean to her?”
“What makes you think I know?”
“Because going to Stacey was a bust,” House replied, “And if she hasn’t told Stacey, it means she told you.”
“Well, going to both of us was a bust, then,” he stated, “Because I have no idea who this guy ‘Winchester’ is.”
“You’re no help,” House replied before stealing the other half of the man’s sandwich, and then getting up to hobble away. Sam shook his head. He was hoping to get some answers himself. But that didn’t matter, he would just bug Dean for them later.
***
“How much is Sam like your father?”
“What makes you think Sammy is anything like Dad?” Dean said with a smirk.
“Well, he looks almost identical to him,” Lisa replied, “I was just wondering if the personality carried over in the DNA as well.”
Dean nodded slowly, “They’re more alike than they’d like to admit. They fight a lot.”
“It’s said that people with similar personalities often do if they’re left together for too long.”
Cuddy’s hands pressed against the glands on the side of Dean’s neck, and he just watched her as she did so. She was surprised that he had decided to come here to see her of all places, but on some level, she was glad she did. When she had heard the name Winchester, she had hoped for the elder of the three. But seeing Dean was just as good. She could still get news on how John was doing.
“How’s your father?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Fine, I think—” he shrugged, “I haven’t really heard from him in the while.”
“Ah,” she nodded, “Where’s the pressure?”
“Right above my eyes.”
She cringed sympathetically, before noting that on the chart in front of her, “Why did you ask for me?”
He shrugged again, looking a bit embarrassed, “I’m not really big on doctors or hospitals, and since Sammy wasn’t getting off my back about it, I figured it was worth a shot to see if I could see you.”
Cuddy gave him a small smile. First time she had met him, he wasn’t exactly that open with her and she could understand that. You don’t exactly become best buddies with your widower father’s college girlfriend. But he seemed to warm up to her eventually. She just wished she had gotten to meet Sam before this, so things wouldn’t have been as awkward. “Don’t trust House?”
“I actually like that guy. He was ready to just give me the drugs and let me go. It was Sam who made the big deal out of nothing when I wouldn’t let him examine me.”
“I’m not surprised that he could tell what was wrong with you without examining you,” she replied, “It’s pretty obvious.”
“Bad cold?”
“Bad cold.”
“That’s what I told him,” he shook his head.
“I’m gonna write you a prescription for a better decongestant than the one you’ve been taking,” she sighed, pulling out a prescription pad. “You can fill it and be on your way.”
“Thanks,” he nodded, before taking the slip of paper from her and sliding off the exam table. He started to walk towards the door and Cuddy stopped him.
“Hey, Dean?”
“Yeah?” he said, turning around to face her.
“If you see your dad anytime soon—ask him to give me a call?” she asked.
Dean nodded with a small smile, “I will. And thanks again.” He gave her wave before disappearing out the door.
***
“So who was she?” Sam asked as they were back on the road again.
“Who was who?” Dean replied, looking out the passenger window. The decongestants she had given him were much better than what he’d been taking, and he felt like he could actually breathe again. Only downside was that his nose was running like a faucet and he was blowing it every three minutes.
“Dr. Cuddy,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.
“An old friend of Dad’s,” Dean replied.
“I didn’t know Dad was old friends with Deans of Medicine,” Sam said, giving him a skeptical look.
“Lot of things you don’t know about Dad’s old friends,” Dean replied, before blowing his nose loudly into a tissue. With that, Sam knew the subject had been dropped, but he decided to let it go. He would get the answers eventually. He always did.
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Great fic!
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Well, I really like it.
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i probably should get a beta, but i'm lazy. i'm always glad when someone catches my mistakes.and i'm glad you like it. i have a huge inkling to actually write the john/cuddy relationship, but i have too many bunnies to write as it is.
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it's probably extremely pre-series, pre-mary, even, but--they would be interesting.
i'm just thinking college!cuddy and college!john, and all that stuff. it makes me smile.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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Thanks for sharing!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
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i'm glad you liked it.
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Oh, wow. Wonderful voices and characterizations. And I liked that there's history between John and Cuddy
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I'm glad you liked it.