Ride With Me (House/BtVS) PG
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mhalachaiNew OTP: House/Faith. Why? Because it's so very messed up. It's an attempt at writing, anyway.
title: Ride with Me
word count: 200
fandom: House MD (Faith/House)
disclaimer: Not mine, belonging to Joss and Fox and so on.
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tthdrabbles challenge: #50 - Ride
Note: I'm going to blame this prompt for the idea of Faith/House that's rampaging through my head like an ox in WalMart.
Faith walked down the path, putting one foot in front of the other. Everything hurt, but she wasn't staying in that damned hospital.
A noise sounded behind her. "Not going back," she called out.
The off-kilter footsteps came closer. "I'm not asking you to." The pause was almost scripted. "Even if it was monumentally stupid to check yourself out ."
"Bite me."
"Do you want a lift?"
She stopped. "What?"
The doctor, House she thought his name was, leaned on his cane and gave her that piercing gaze he'd perfected in the clinic. "A lift. To wherever you were going, at the speed of magma."
She turned around. "Why?"
"Why not?"
"I asked first, Quimby,"
The corner of his mouth quirked up, his eyes flickering to the side, then back to her face. Not her breast or her ass, she noted. "You intrigue me," he said, biting out each word.
"So you want to give me a... ride."
"Yup." Not so much as a blink.
"Huh." Faith gave him the once-over. Not bad, for an older guy. "How about the bus station?"
He smiled, as if she'd said something totally different. "My bike's this way."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "Bike?"
title: Ride with Me
word count: 200
fandom: House MD (Faith/House)
disclaimer: Not mine, belonging to Joss and Fox and so on.
tthdrabbles challenge: #50 - RideNote: I'm going to blame this prompt for the idea of Faith/House that's rampaging through my head like an ox in WalMart.
Faith walked down the path, putting one foot in front of the other. Everything hurt, but she wasn't staying in that damned hospital.
A noise sounded behind her. "Not going back," she called out.
The off-kilter footsteps came closer. "I'm not asking you to." The pause was almost scripted. "Even if it was monumentally stupid to check yourself out ."
"Bite me."
"Do you want a lift?"
She stopped. "What?"
The doctor, House she thought his name was, leaned on his cane and gave her that piercing gaze he'd perfected in the clinic. "A lift. To wherever you were going, at the speed of magma."
She turned around. "Why?"
"Why not?"
"I asked first, Quimby,"
The corner of his mouth quirked up, his eyes flickering to the side, then back to her face. Not her breast or her ass, she noted. "You intrigue me," he said, biting out each word.
"So you want to give me a... ride."
"Yup." Not so much as a blink.
"Huh." Faith gave him the once-over. Not bad, for an older guy. "How about the bus station?"
He smiled, as if she'd said something totally different. "My bike's this way."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "Bike?"