A Prank Too Far

SMUUUUUUUUTTTTT!!!!!!!

Just a wee warning for y’all. In case anyone OD’d on the stooopid pills this morning or they’ve wandered into the wrong author’s stuff.

Not sure how I feel about this chapter but I figured I might as well post the sucker anyway.

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Chapter 10: Taking Care of It


House took one look at Cuddy and realised that she would never forgive him if Burndyke saw her like this. He ground his teeth and pushed away from her desk, striding across the room in a ground eating if uneven gait and yanking the door open with a crack of wood. It wasn’t beneath his notice that he had just shattered part of the frame with the lock but he just chose not to acknowledge it. He strode right out and barrelled deliberately into Burndyke. The smaller man gave a strangled yelp as House’s much larger body crashed into his and sent him sprawling to the floor. He arched a brow at Burndyke and then deliberately looked to the keys in his hands. He bent and snatched them from him in one fluid motion.

“Now, I’m no expert, but you shouldn’t have these.” House waggled the keys at him with a jingle that sounded in tune with his patronising tone and then swiftly pocketed them. One man’s loss and all that. Cuddy appeared in the doorway behind him, having managed to cover herself once more (House suppressed a pang of disappointment at the development) and looked down at Burndyke with all of her frustration of the last few days lancing into the man on the floor in a laser like glare.

“Mr Burndyke, you’re crossing the line.” She informed him coldly and House could barely believe that the cold voice that had just spoken had come from her mouth. The mouth that had been so hot and soft under his mere moments before. “And I’m too busy to deal with you just now.” She informed him and then looked to House. “You as well, both of you just…go away.” She said and then turned back to her office, retreating inside and slamming the door shut on both of them. House turned, fully intending to go back inside, but stopped as a slim body insinuated itself between him and his destination. House blinked down at Lorcain with vague surprise.

“Kid, you wanna move?” It wasn’t a question but Lorcain shook his head anyway and folded his sinewy arms over his chest.

“Nope. You heard the lady, hop it.” He jerked his chin towards the elevators. House frowned and stilled slightly when Lorcain looked deliberately beyond him and to the floor, where Burndyke presumably still sprawled.

His jaw set in a hard line, every instinct he had screaming at him to go back in there and take what was rightfully his, damnit. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his jaw to try and rub away the frustration. He knew it was the drugs in his system…but he also knew it wasn’t just the drugs that had his fists itching to flatten the door in front of him. “Fine.” He snapped and then stabbed Burndyke in the shoulder with his cane as he passed him by. “And, Lorcain?”

“Yeah, boss?” Lorcain asked, as congenially as ever.

“Get this trash out of here.” He gestured negligently to Burndyke who glared at him like a pissed of mouse to a cat. House then turned and walked away before he did something really stupid…like go back into her office anyway.


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Tawny whistled jauntily to herself as she meandered along the corridor back towards Diagnostics. She was tired, she had just finished a five hour surgery and the intensive thought process behind such a procedure always dragged on her senses after a while, but she loved it, and the kid had pulled through. Well, they were cautiously optimistic at least. Tawny held a plastic box from the deli down the street in her hand and ate the delizioso sandwich with gusto with delicate fingers. She looked a world away from the coiffed and expensively adorned woman that morning. Her hair was tied back in a messy knot at her nape, her pale blue scrubs were rumpled from long hours of wear and she had tied the long sleeved shirt around her waist to reveal a black tank top underneath. Mirror lens aviator sunglasses afforded her some anonymity but not much, world travelled fast in PPTH and the good French lady doctor was already the main buzz for gossip. She didn’t care though. House and Cuddy, their relationship and the speculation thereupon was still number one grinding material for the rumour mill.

“Hey, mum!”

Tawny whirled gracefully on one heel and lapped mayonnaise from her tapered fingers and arched a questioning brow at her son. Lorcain jogged over to her, still managing to look rather dashing in his teddy bear scrubs and skidded to a halt in front of his mother. Tawny’s brow lowered in a concerned frown as she picked up on her son’s anxiety.

“What is it?” She demanded in short order and Lorcain was already pulling her back towards the elevators he had just exited from.

“It’s Dr Cuddy, she doesn’t look too good.”

Tawny threw her sandwich in the nearest trash can and followed her son without further comment. Taking the stairs when the elevators weren’t fast enough, the two McQueens strode across the lobby with a purpose that wasn’t missed. Nurses gaped after Tawny as she passed by but she succinctly ignored them as she threw open the blinkered doors to her superior’s office.

“Where?” She demanded of her son.

“Behind the desk.” Lorcain answered and stayed by the door. “I’ll be just here, shout if you need anything.”

Tawny nodded and skirted the massive mahogany desk, dropping to a crouch next to Cuddy, who half lay curled against her desk, her eyes closed tightly and one arm folded low over her stomach. Tawny reached up and laid the back of her hand against the smaller woman’s cheek.

“Cuddy?” She spoke softly.

Cuddy flinched away, her skin feverish and blinked rapidly with dazed eyes at Tawny. She swallowed hard and seemed to rally herself a little. “Dr McQueen, I didn’t hear you come in…what time is it?”

“A little after four.” Tawny murmured and looked over the top of the desk, gesturing for Lorcain to come to her. She gave him instructions to get a sedative and the biggest soda he could find. Then she turned her attention back to Cuddy. “Are you in any pain?”

“Cramp.” Cuddy admitted on a wince, but then pushed through it and tried to rise to her feet. It was ridiculously easy for Tawny to keep her exactly where she was with on hand on her shoulder. “It’s not bad, I have a board meeting to go to.”

Tawny snorted to convey exactly what she thought of that idea and then took the syringe and soda from Lorcain as he shuffled back into the room. “You can’t even stand under your own power, you’re going nowhere except to a bed.” Tawny coolly informed her boss shoved the paper cup of soda into her trembling hand. “Drink.” She caught the cup as Cuddy’s fingers slipped over the cool wet plastic and Tawny held it for her. “Drink it, you’re dehydrated, that’s why you can’t focus on anything.”

Cuddy scowled at her, on the verge of refusing.

Tawny glowered. “You’re as bad as House.”

Cuddy took a drink.

“Go and find House.” She told Lorcain quietly and he nodded hurriedly before slipping from the room again.

Tawny didn’t relent until Cuddy had drained at least half of the soda. She set the cup aside and rolled up the dean’s sleeve of her black fitted jacket with quick efficient movements. She readied the syringe and tapped Cuddy’s arm with her fingers to raise the vein.

“What’s that?” Cuddy’s voice was hoarse, but she sounded better than she had a few moments ago.

“A little Valium. You’re pulse is through the roof.” Tawny explained with the bare minimum of words and injected the solution into Cuddy before she had a chance to protest. Cuddy watched the entire proceedings with a kind of numb detachment. She was in a considerable amount of pain from the way her womb seemed to be trying to claw its way out of torso but she had even grown used to that. Mostly she was just tired and…fuzzy. Everything seemed to be bleeding into everything else a little bit.

“Cuddy.” Tawny snapped her fingers in front of Cuddy’s face. “Cuddy!” Tawny held up one finger and moved it throughout Cuddy’s field of vision. Cuddy followed the movement with her eyes, though a little sluggishly. “Tell me what happened.” Tawny encouraged her and Cuddy straightened a little as she tried to sort her scattered thoughts into some semblance of order.

“Wasn’t feeling too hot, went to get up and go to the door to…the clinic.” It was an effort to remember. She had actually been intent on going to House, but she didn’t feel the need to enlighten Tawny to that little factoid. “Felt dizzy when I stood up, went to sit down and…missed the chair I think. Too tired to get up again.” Cuddy shut her eyes and tilted to the side a little, Tawny held her upright.

“Did you hit your head?” She was already threading her fingers carefully through dark hair to check for bumps or abrasions.

“No.” Tawny finished checking anyway and looked up as the door opened to admit one lanky, and worried looking, diagnostician. He was covering it well, but his heart was obviously somewhere about his trachea instead of its usual spot.

“What happened?” He demanded and dropped to crouch behind the desk with the two women. Tawny gave him the abridged version of events.

“What do you want to do?” Tawny asked when she had finished bringing House up to speed.

“We should get her upstairs, this is more dangerous than I thought. I want to run a blood panel, among other things.” House pressed two fingers to Cuddy’s throat and she glared at him.

“Right here, you know.”

“Shush, you’re just a patient now.” House said, though he meant it to be teasing, the words had a vaguely choked quality to them.

“Later, I have a board meeting to get to.” Cuddy waved them away and tried to stand on her own…and promptly fell right against House’s shoulder. Tawny rolled her eyes, and people said she was stubborn. Cuddy levered herself up using House’s shoulder for balance and then leant heavily against the desk. The world was still spinning and doing that funky Technicolor swirl gig, but hey, at least she was upright now. Tawny suddenly appeared in her vision.

“You need to get to a bed and get some rest. An IV and a whole lab of tests done.” She informed her and Cuddy managed to glare at her in a slightly doped up way and fold her arms over her chest.

“I have to work. Somebody’s got to cover this jackass’s mistakes up.” She jerked a belligerent thumb in House’s general direction and he frowned at her. “You can’t force me to be a patient, not in my own damn hospital.”

Tawny repressed a growl. “You’re worse than House.” She stated emphatically and ground her teeth, not really believing she was about to suggest what she was thinking about suggesting. “If someone goes to the board meeting to cover for you, will you let House treat you?”

Cuddy managed a dilated frown. There was something wrong with that…she just couldn’t put her finger on what it was though. She shook her head slowly and the swirling got a little more pronounced. Wow, this Valium was good stuff. “You’re not a member of the board though…” She began and couldn’t for the life of her think what the rest of the sentence was.

Tawny took that as a ‘yes’.

“It’s alright, I’ll be acting in your stead. We’ll sort the paperwork later.” Tawny said dismissively and began to rummage through Cuddy’s desk, snatching up folders and slapping them into a pile. Cuddy managed to point her in the right direction and Tawny gathered everything together in the crook of one tanned arm.

“Get her in a bed and get those tests done.” She ordered House and House frowned at her. He had been sort of caught up in the whirlwind that was Tawny McQueen taking over with easy efficiency.

“Yes, massa McQueen.” He said sarcastically, just to prove to himself that he still could. One look at Cuddy had all flippant thoughts drying up. She looked like hell.

“Just do it, Lorcain will help you.” She said and her son nodded. Then she swept from the room, presumably to do board-like things with the other members. He turned back to Cuddy and looked her over with a roving gaze. She stiffened under the look and glared at him.

“Forget it, I’m not going to be your patient.”

He stepped closer to her and loomed over her. His presence filling her scattered senses. He looked down at her with a tight smile.

“What makes you think you have a choice?”


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“Remind me why we’re compromising again?” House asked her as he supported her into her house. A bag filled with medical supplies ungainly and unbalancing over his shoulders.

“Because I’m the light of your life and you can’t resist me.” She breathed, still a little doped and leaning heavily on him. She had point blank refused to become a patient, the events of the last few days giving her a stellar reason to not want to be trapped in a hospital full of prying eyes with a man that she was having trouble resisting, treating her.

“Oh, of course, I forgot.” House muttered and his jaw tightened in discomfort as she staggered slightly and put more pressure on his already overworked leg. “Bed.” He told her and tried to shimmy her that way down the hallway.

“Ah, and here’s the reason you agreed.” She chuckled dryly and he managed a smile for her.

“Huh, even I’m not that depraved. For, while drug use makes me even more irresistible, I don’t think it has the same mojo for you.” He told her and steered her to the bed. She sat heavily down where he set her. He lowered the bag to the floor and by the time he turned back to her she had flopped onto her side and was staring with unfocused eyes in the general direction of the ceiling.

“Wow, Valium’s good stuff.” She muttered and House fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of all the times for her to start experimenting.

“You know, most people do all their drug taking in college, you’re about two decades behind.” He informed her as he pulled her into a sitting position and began to unbutton her jacket.

“Most people don’t get turned into drug induced nymphomaniacs either, but here we are.” She looked with a vague kind of interest as he pulled her jacket away and tossed it on the floor. “Donna Karin by the way!” She pouted as her shoes suffered a similar fate.

“I’m sure she won’t mind.” House muttered as he wriggled her out of her skirt. She must really be out of it if she hadn’t realised that he was undressing her yet.

Her fingers pushed his own jacket off his shoulders.

Perhaps not so much out of it as getting into it, then.

“Cuddy…” He began in a low warning tone.

“What happened to ‘Lisa-love’?” She asked on a smirk and his tee shirt joined the jacket. “I liked that.” She confided softly and stroked her fingers over his bared skin. He was naked to the waist just now but he was still trying to focus on getting an IV hooked up for her. She was still dehydrated and that wasn’t helping the drugs in her system that were still obviously simmering just beneath the calming cap of the Valium. However, focusing was becoming increasingly difficult as the pheromones in his system decided to rear their ugly microscopic heads and start gallivanting about in a gleeful joyride of his libido. He was very aware of the fact that she was sitting right there in front of him in nothing but her sky blue underwear.

“I need to give you an IV with some fluids.” He told her and tried to disengage her fingers from his belt buckle without much success. “It’ll make you feel better.” He panted and she giggled as she managed to whip the belt from the loops of his trousers.

“Come to bed.” She demanded on a purr and House just about snapped then and there. His jeans gaped and her hand slid inside. He gasped and flexed his hips as she wrapped warm fingers around his scalding length and pumped him slowly.

“Lisa…” Her name slipped from his lips in the tone of a prayer and her grin widened. “This isn’t…helping.” He managed to finish.

“Sure it is, I feel better already.” She told him and leant forward, her lips capturing his.

That was it.

House was helpless to resist her. He could put it down to any number of things. He was worried about her, she needed this and he was helping her, he was drugged too so it was helping them both but the truth was…he just wanted to be with her.

He lifted his hand and tangled his fingers through her hair, angling her head to his so that he could gain the pressure he wanted over her mouth. He rose, pulling himself up over the bed and over her smaller body. She lay back under him, all skin and silk and warmth. Her curves pressing against the harsher planes of his body with scintillating contact.

The first time between them had been hard and fast. They had claimed each other in a storm of lust and hormones, screams and gasps, bites and scratches. The following events had been of a similar desperation. Coming together like their next breaths depended on it. Now though, the Valium had calmed her, letting her drift in a lusty placid haze that still demanded satiation but at a more languid pace. He squirmed out of his jeans and let them thump to the floor, his shorts shoes and socks going with them and then he was completely, gloriously, naked with her.

She arched her back and rubbed her breasts against his chest through the silk fabric of her bra. That reminded him, she wasn’t naked yet. Something he planned to remedy as soon as possible. He flipped the clasp of her bra with one fluent move of his fingers and spun it away from her body negligently, not interested in the wrappings, just the luscious prize underneath. Her blue thong followed next, trailed down her legs and pitched over his shoulder with a scrunching of material. They were sprawled diagonally across the bed and he looked along the length of her body from where he rested at her knees and grinned. She raised herself up on her elbows and he was momentarily stunned by the sight of her. Her dark hair spilling down over the milky skin of her breasts, turgid pink nipples pebbled for his attention, full lips parted on panting arousal and that dazed look of lust in her gaze that was just for him.

“You’re too far away.” She lamented and reached out to brush her fingers over his shoulder. “Come up here.” She offered on a grin and he knew it would be worth his while…but he had something he wanted to do first. His lips pressed in a chaste kiss on the curve of her thigh. She arched a brow at him and his lips trailed a little higher.

Her breath caught.

In one fluid motion he flipped her leg over his shoulder and buried his face in her wet heat. His tongue swept over her delicate folds in a long lap of shiver inducing pleasure right the way up to her clit where he lavished her with attention. Lisa collapsed back onto the bed on a throaty moan. Her fingers buried into his hair and anchored his mouth exactly where it was. Greg gripped her hips and soothed her skin in small teasing circles with the pads of his thumbs as his tongue lashed her in a welter of sensation that had her back arching clean off the bed.

“Greg!” She cried out his name and thrashed in his hold.

“Mmmmm?” He murmured against her in a deliberately drawn out vibration of a question.

Pleasure skyrocketed through Lisa’s body and she whimpered thinking she couldn’t take anymore. Then his hand slid between her thighs and two long fingers thrust inside her in a rocking counterpoint to the strokes of his tongue.

“Oh God…” Lisa gasped and panted. Her heart felt like it was going to explode her pulse was beating so fast. Her skin shone with perspiration in a slick glitter of lust over her entire body. Her head whipped back and forth in a denial that so much pleasure could come from one man’s mouth and hands. “You’re going to kill me.” She groaned and he chuckled against her, sending her into another paroxysm of pleasure that had her jerking in his grasp. She couldn’t take much more of this.

And he knew it.

He slid another finger inside her as he gripped her clit in his teeth, gently, and then lashed her with his tongue in fast swipes back and forth, back and forth.

She screamed as she came apart for him. Her back arching, her fingers digging into his hair and her hips thrusting up against him. Her tremors hadn’t even subsided before he lunged up over her body and thrust into her with the hard length of his cock slamming into her core in a delicious invasion.

“Oh, yes, Greg!” His lips came down on hers and she wrapped her arms around him. She could taste herself on his mouth and the sensations blended with his own unique flavour somehow becoming more exotic than before. Her legs wrapped around his and he braced himself on his arms, stretching over her as he thrust almost lazily into her.

Bliss. That’s what this was. He was blissed out…shouldn’t he be doing something though? Or not doing something? There was something that they weren’t supposed to…

“Greg, harder.” Her nails cut into his shoulder and he hissed at the blending of pleasure and pain that the love wounds caused. He was going to be hamburger meat if she kept this up…but that was okay. He could deal.

Every muscle in his body bunched and flexed in perfect harmony as he pounded into her. Each impact a sending off a nova of bone-melting pleasure that had her gasping and crying out. He was close, he was so close, but he wanted her there with him. Again. He leant down towards her, nipping the soft skin of her throat with his teeth, getting in a few of those marks that hurt so good of his own, and growled low in her ear. His voice was honey and gravel and sent shockwaves of pleasure through her brain.

“Come on, Lisa-love, let go for me. Come apart. For me.” He thrust harder into her. “Just for me.”

Lisa threw her head back and did as she was told. He felt so good. So right. Deep inside her. She brought his mouth to hers in a searing kiss of possession as she exploded from the inside out with mind numbing pleasure.

Greg shouted and followed her over the edge. Shuddering over and inside her as he spilled himself into her.

He came back to himself, braced over her on quivering arms. Panting like he’d run a marathon and with an abruptly cleared head. He looked down at her, stretched under him with her eyes closed in bliss and a small smile touching her lips. He could almost track the retreat of the drug from saturation point in his blood stream. If it weren’t so disorientating then it would be a fascinating process…but he felt like he’d been hit by the hormone truck and then reversed over a couple of times just to be sure the treads had been really mashed in.

“You okay?” He asked her as he flopped down onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion.

“Mmm.” She answered and turned her body to his, seeking warmth as she panted slightly. Her muscles quivered and twitched and then eventually stilled into a calm restfulness. House watched her for a few moments, taking in the way she rested curled on her side.

“Can I put the IV in now?” He asked her.

“Mmm.” She rested her head against his shoulder and lay quietly as he stretched to the bag and took what he needed. She barely moved at all as he inserted the needle into the back of her hand and taped it into place, hanging the bag on the highest part of her wrought iron bed frame. He watched her for a moment more, uncertain how he should act now. He was good at the fucking thing, he was good at the medical thing but he wasn’t so sure about the caring thing. He moved to the edge of the bed and picked up his jeans, considering putting them on. Her voice stopped him.

“Greg?” She sounded sleepy, half awake and still a little drugged. He turned to look at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her lavish naked form.

“Yeah.” His throat felt raw.

“Stay with me?” She stretched out the hand without the needle in it, her fingers curling towards him. Her eyes were heavy, her pulse was still a little too rapid for his peace of mind and she probably had no idea what she was saying…but she had still said it. His eyes travelled back up her body and met hers. He nodded once.

“Alright.”


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