Coming And Going - a 13+m3 fanfic
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damigellaTitle: Coming And Going
Spoilers: 7x16 Out Of The Chute (not really a post-ep fic)
Summary: One month has gone by since Remy's and Martha's first kiss. A sequel to Valentine's Date. Wildly AU. M3 is IC only with my idea of her.
Rating: PG-13 (T) because I can't admit I've written something fit for the general public.
Word Count: 700 approx
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them.
Author's note: many thanks to my incredibly efficient and supportive beta reader,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coconut_ice22 .
March 14, Monday - post Out of the Chute
Remy made sure everything was ready for the one-month-since-we-met celebration. The lasagna was hot, the table set, and the Vermentino in the fridge. Her girlfriend had sent a text announcing she was leaving the hospital forty minutes ago. She wondered why she hadn't phoned. Maybe she hadn't been able to escape the hospital's many curious ears. But she should have been here fifteen minutes ago at least. She sighed, relieved, when she heard her lover's key in the lock.
Martha got in, looking completely exhausted, in her usual work "drag". She gave her a quick kiss, then marched off as usual towards the bathroom. Ten minutes later she was back, in jeans and nerdy t-shirt, her short, dark hair still wet from the shower. This time the kiss was much longer, but Remy knew something wasn't okay. "What happened?"
The younger woman looked up at her. "I can't hide stuff from you, can I?"
"You could try and pretend it's just your feet killing you, after such a long day on those heels."
"That's even too true. But it's not my main problem right now. House is. He seems to have gone mad since Cuddy left him."
"He always was."
"No, this whole Cuddy thing really changed him. He's using drugs openly." She shivered, remembering the hookers. Tried to remind herself there was nothing wrong with that. At least, not as wrong as being high while working.
"Well, he always did. He's just back to how he was."
"No, he isn't. I've asked the others. He's much more drugged than he used to be, and he drinks all day long. I'm just afraid one of these days he'll make a major mistake. Let's hope that when it happens he won't say it's my fault."
Remy looked at her with a shocked expression. "Martha! He would never do that!"
She got back a very dark look. "You haven't seem him recently, Remy. He's not the man you knew anymore."
"No, I haven't seen him in a long while." Her eyes looked dreamily at a picture on the sideboard. It showed the whole team and had been taken at Chase's bachelor party. House was in the center, and he held an arm around her shoulder while Chase on her right stared at her in a way no man about to be married should be staring at someone who's not his fiancée. On House's left, an unusually disheveled Wilson stared at him like…she interrupted her thoughts and looked back at Martha, having finally found the resolve she had been looking for.
"However, I will see him soon. I've talked to Cuddy. She's willing to give me my job back. For as long as I'll be able to do it. I'll start again in a few weeks, once the current trial is over. The rest of the therapy I can do while working."
"This means I'll become a full-time medical student again. Good, because work at PPTH is really creeping me out these days."
"You can't work while hiding who you are. You will stop wearing those ridiculous clothes once your stint at PTTH is over, right?"
"I promised you to, so I will. You're right." She looked in her girlfriend's eyes and smiled. "At least, I pulled a nice prank on them today."
"What did you do? I love pranks."
"I made them believe I was attracted to the patient. The stupidest-looking male I've ever seen. They all swallowed it. Especially that moron Taub."
"I think he likes you, poor guy."
"You'll find out when you go back to work. Feel free to tell him that I didn't have a problem with him being short, or old, or bald."
"Not to mention his nose." Remy laughed, then put her hand to cover Martha's. "I think it's time to go to bed. I want to celebrate."
Martha's eyes were shining back at her. "Me too."
Spoilers: 7x16 Out Of The Chute (not really a post-ep fic)
Summary: One month has gone by since Remy's and Martha's first kiss. A sequel to Valentine's Date. Wildly AU. M3 is IC only with my idea of her.
Rating: PG-13 (T) because I can't admit I've written something fit for the general public.
Word Count: 700 approx
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House, MD characters, which is good since I tend to kill them.
Author's note: many thanks to my incredibly efficient and supportive beta reader,
coconut_ice22 .March 14, Monday - post Out of the Chute
Remy made sure everything was ready for the one-month-since-we-met celebration. The lasagna was hot, the table set, and the Vermentino in the fridge. Her girlfriend had sent a text announcing she was leaving the hospital forty minutes ago. She wondered why she hadn't phoned. Maybe she hadn't been able to escape the hospital's many curious ears. But she should have been here fifteen minutes ago at least. She sighed, relieved, when she heard her lover's key in the lock.
Martha got in, looking completely exhausted, in her usual work "drag". She gave her a quick kiss, then marched off as usual towards the bathroom. Ten minutes later she was back, in jeans and nerdy t-shirt, her short, dark hair still wet from the shower. This time the kiss was much longer, but Remy knew something wasn't okay. "What happened?"
The younger woman looked up at her. "I can't hide stuff from you, can I?"
"You could try and pretend it's just your feet killing you, after such a long day on those heels."
"That's even too true. But it's not my main problem right now. House is. He seems to have gone mad since Cuddy left him."
"He always was."
"No, this whole Cuddy thing really changed him. He's using drugs openly." She shivered, remembering the hookers. Tried to remind herself there was nothing wrong with that. At least, not as wrong as being high while working.
"Well, he always did. He's just back to how he was."
"No, he isn't. I've asked the others. He's much more drugged than he used to be, and he drinks all day long. I'm just afraid one of these days he'll make a major mistake. Let's hope that when it happens he won't say it's my fault."
Remy looked at her with a shocked expression. "Martha! He would never do that!"
She got back a very dark look. "You haven't seem him recently, Remy. He's not the man you knew anymore."
"No, I haven't seen him in a long while." Her eyes looked dreamily at a picture on the sideboard. It showed the whole team and had been taken at Chase's bachelor party. House was in the center, and he held an arm around her shoulder while Chase on her right stared at her in a way no man about to be married should be staring at someone who's not his fiancée. On House's left, an unusually disheveled Wilson stared at him like…she interrupted her thoughts and looked back at Martha, having finally found the resolve she had been looking for.
"However, I will see him soon. I've talked to Cuddy. She's willing to give me my job back. For as long as I'll be able to do it. I'll start again in a few weeks, once the current trial is over. The rest of the therapy I can do while working."
"This means I'll become a full-time medical student again. Good, because work at PPTH is really creeping me out these days."
"You can't work while hiding who you are. You will stop wearing those ridiculous clothes once your stint at PTTH is over, right?"
"I promised you to, so I will. You're right." She looked in her girlfriend's eyes and smiled. "At least, I pulled a nice prank on them today."
"What did you do? I love pranks."
"I made them believe I was attracted to the patient. The stupidest-looking male I've ever seen. They all swallowed it. Especially that moron Taub."
"I think he likes you, poor guy."
"You'll find out when you go back to work. Feel free to tell him that I didn't have a problem with him being short, or old, or bald."
"Not to mention his nose." Remy laughed, then put her hand to cover Martha's. "I think it's time to go to bed. I want to celebrate."
Martha's eyes were shining back at her. "Me too."