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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-22 04:41 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-22 04:41 pm
*is nervous*
some demon possessed me when i said what fandom i'd do for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spook_me ficathon, and i said House. why i said House, i don't know, but i really want to write it now because i've been dying to write House for ages.
so i'm posting the first little bit of it to get some feedback and make sure my house voice isn't totally off the mark, and to get some pointers from people who've actually written him already. now this fic is from the dark corners of my imagination, and i know the situation is a bit out there, but i'm just looking at the characters.
TITLE: Muscials?
AUTHOR:iluvroadrunner6
PAIRING: gen
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: House and company plan for the annual RWJ Halloween ball.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of House. They are owned by Fox.
NOTES: Set beginning of Season 2. I liked Stacey's character. I did not make her the Wicked Witch of the West because I don't like her, it was more for my amusement. Read the fic and you'll see why. Any and all feedback would really be appreciated.
“We need a game plan this time around,” Cuddy said as she paced across the front of the conference room, “They have the home court advantage. We’ll have to hit them where they won’t see it coming.”
“You’re talking about this like we’re going to war,” Chase said skeptically, “It’s just a costume party.” A deadening gasp echoed through the room as Cuddy, Wilson and House turned on the end of the room where the three ducklings were sitting. “What?” he said, “It is.” The looks of disbelief continued, and Chase felt like he should have just kept his mouth shut.
“This is not just a costume party, Chase,” Cuddy began, “This is the costume party. Robert Wood Johnson Diagonstics have kicked our ass for best group costume every year, and damnit, this year I want to win.”
“Don’t worry about him,” House said, flashing Chase a look over his shoulder before turning back to Cuddy, “He’ll catch on eventually. He just doesn’t like competition without security. Besides, we have more important matters at hand. What did the idiots from RWJ choose for the theme this year? Are we doing ‘classic monster movies again’?”
“Actually, no,” Lisa said slowly, “The theme this year is—” she swallowed, not really sure she wanted to say this, “—musicals.”
The entire room froze.
“Musicals,” Cameron repeated.
House burst out into loud, crass laughter, until the look her face told him that Cuddy was serious.
“Musicals, huh?” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Well, it’s official. The old hack has finally lost it. So what’s the plan? Gonna put us all in leotards and have us for a chorus line? We all know Chase has great legs, mine might not go over so well.”
“Actually,” Cuddy began, “I was thinking more along the lines of The Wizard of Oz.”
“I hope you’re not planning to go as Dorothy?” he continued with a lecherous grin, “I don’t think the girls could stand to be covered up for that long. Besides, we all know you’re no innocent school girl from Kansas.”
“Actually, no,” Cuddy sighed, “Cameron was going to be Dorothy, I’m Glinda, and I was going to leave it between you boys to sort out who’s going to be who.”
“Funny, Cuddy,” House stated, “You seem more like a Wicked Witch of the West type. Who is our Wicked Witch anyway? You can’t do The Wizard of Oz without a Wicked Witch.”
At that moment, Stacey burst into the room, slightly out of breath, “Sorry I’m late. Things ran longer than I thought they would.”
“Nice choice,” he grinned, “I run in fear every time I see her, and that’s without the green makeup.”
“Be nice to me, House,” Stacey stated evenly, “You might wind up playing my flying monkey.”
House looked at Wilson, and the man shook his head, “Don’t look at me. I’ve already called dibs on the Tinman.”
“You may not get a flying monkey, Stacey,” House said, “If Chase is the Scarecrow and Foreman’s the lion, there has to be someone to play the Wizard.”
“We can forego the Wizard, House,” Cuddy smirked.
“I’m the Scarecrow,” Chase spoke up.
“I’m the Lion,” Foreman said not soon after, and Stacey gave House an evil look.
“Aww. You’ll make such a cute flying bitchmonkey.”
spook_me ficathon, and i said House. why i said House, i don't know, but i really want to write it now because i've been dying to write House for ages.so i'm posting the first little bit of it to get some feedback and make sure my house voice isn't totally off the mark, and to get some pointers from people who've actually written him already. now this fic is from the dark corners of my imagination, and i know the situation is a bit out there, but i'm just looking at the characters.
TITLE: Muscials?
AUTHOR:
iluvroadrunner6PAIRING: gen
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: House and company plan for the annual RWJ Halloween ball.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of House. They are owned by Fox.
NOTES: Set beginning of Season 2. I liked Stacey's character. I did not make her the Wicked Witch of the West because I don't like her, it was more for my amusement. Read the fic and you'll see why. Any and all feedback would really be appreciated.
“We need a game plan this time around,” Cuddy said as she paced across the front of the conference room, “They have the home court advantage. We’ll have to hit them where they won’t see it coming.”
“You’re talking about this like we’re going to war,” Chase said skeptically, “It’s just a costume party.” A deadening gasp echoed through the room as Cuddy, Wilson and House turned on the end of the room where the three ducklings were sitting. “What?” he said, “It is.” The looks of disbelief continued, and Chase felt like he should have just kept his mouth shut.
“This is not just a costume party, Chase,” Cuddy began, “This is the costume party. Robert Wood Johnson Diagonstics have kicked our ass for best group costume every year, and damnit, this year I want to win.”
“Don’t worry about him,” House said, flashing Chase a look over his shoulder before turning back to Cuddy, “He’ll catch on eventually. He just doesn’t like competition without security. Besides, we have more important matters at hand. What did the idiots from RWJ choose for the theme this year? Are we doing ‘classic monster movies again’?”
“Actually, no,” Lisa said slowly, “The theme this year is—” she swallowed, not really sure she wanted to say this, “—musicals.”
The entire room froze.
“Musicals,” Cameron repeated.
House burst out into loud, crass laughter, until the look her face told him that Cuddy was serious.
“Musicals, huh?” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Well, it’s official. The old hack has finally lost it. So what’s the plan? Gonna put us all in leotards and have us for a chorus line? We all know Chase has great legs, mine might not go over so well.”
“Actually,” Cuddy began, “I was thinking more along the lines of The Wizard of Oz.”
“I hope you’re not planning to go as Dorothy?” he continued with a lecherous grin, “I don’t think the girls could stand to be covered up for that long. Besides, we all know you’re no innocent school girl from Kansas.”
“Actually, no,” Cuddy sighed, “Cameron was going to be Dorothy, I’m Glinda, and I was going to leave it between you boys to sort out who’s going to be who.”
“Funny, Cuddy,” House stated, “You seem more like a Wicked Witch of the West type. Who is our Wicked Witch anyway? You can’t do The Wizard of Oz without a Wicked Witch.”
At that moment, Stacey burst into the room, slightly out of breath, “Sorry I’m late. Things ran longer than I thought they would.”
“Nice choice,” he grinned, “I run in fear every time I see her, and that’s without the green makeup.”
“Be nice to me, House,” Stacey stated evenly, “You might wind up playing my flying monkey.”
House looked at Wilson, and the man shook his head, “Don’t look at me. I’ve already called dibs on the Tinman.”
“You may not get a flying monkey, Stacey,” House said, “If Chase is the Scarecrow and Foreman’s the lion, there has to be someone to play the Wizard.”
“We can forego the Wizard, House,” Cuddy smirked.
“I’m the Scarecrow,” Chase spoke up.
“I’m the Lion,” Foreman said not soon after, and Stacey gave House an evil look.
“Aww. You’ll make such a cute flying bitchmonkey.”