Title: from doctors and patients.
Fandom: Supernatural, House MD.
Warnings / Spoilers: None , pre-series for both series.
Characters / Pairs: John Winchester / Lisa Cuddy.
Notes: funny that my first Supernatural fic in a long time is John-centric when it takes me lately is that of a thousand wonders with him. But hey, never say no to plotbunnies of crossovers. That said, would be longer, but the muse did not allow for more and prefer to say that you can damage the drabble sequel xD
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Lisa (a few hours ago was still Dr. Cuddy) was not like Mary, and John must have realized that nothing she entered the office wrapped in a white gown with a frown. He continued staring at him (blue eyes, long eyelashes) while threatening him with an air of superiority which are most of the doctors you have known. "We have two options, or is plastered arm or I guarantee you'll be worse off in three days and then have to bear to operate, Mr. Smith."
was tired, a fucking week to end up with a poltergeist, and he was staring at this woman who threatened to open the arm of a pit if necessary to put the ligaments in place. So I had no choice but to agree, let her cast her right arm helped by a nurse.
After having his arm in a cast, I can not say what exactly happened before, when he complained loudly that the motel was quite far from the hospital or she just finished her evening shift in clinical practice. Perhaps the two phrases are aligned at one point and John ended up in the passenger seat of a car that was not hers, a doctor at the wheel.
John would have liked that she left at the door of the room and heading in the opposite direction. But instead of the characteristic sound of the engine on fire, he heard the creaking wood and almost gave thanks to God for all the notes on a new case in Oklahoma (at first glance looks like a werewolf, but we have to find it) scrambled into the seat Impala rear. That and the children were staying with Jim, she had all the earmarks of being these women who know the number of Social Services report.
Luckily, all he gets is a couple of empty beer and dirty laundry on the floor revolt. He felt something close to shame when She raised an eyebrow at such a show but said nothing, simply gestured to sit down on the bed as he went to the bathroom. Reappeared with a plastic cup in one hand and a tiny bottle in the other, John wanted to ask him where he got it but was silent as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"It's to reduce inflammation. You should also make you a prescription, but they do not cause much sleep ...- was silent a moment, biting her cheek as if to laugh-I hate to imagine how many ethical doctors and patients about me I jumped this time ...- John
only then noticed that she was a brunette (very dark, his hair fell over her shoulders) and without the white coat looked much younger than him. There was a flash of Mary in her as she sat on the edge of the mattress and leaning toward him with a look worried. And it was very (really very ) time that there was someone sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking at him with a half smile. He wanted to make a joke about the boundaries between doctors and patients because they had been jumped all, but remained silent while his left arm raised, stroking her back with outstretched palm. "Thanks ...-
-Lisa, Lisa ...- call me with pursed lips whispered, as if reading his thoughts. John touched her cheek with his fingertips and set again in the dark and disheveled hair, skin and soft white. It was Mary ( never were Mary) but he kissed her slowly, her lips parted, tongue scraping the palate and felt the body shuddering under the mattress. She Lisa , slowly moaned, gasping and stroked his face with his fingertips. He still held the force of the waist as she leaned up to kiss his neck, up to the earlobe, instinctively closed his eyes as his fingers sank into her hair, silky and clean. In the moments following the sting left arm.
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