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Day 14: The Holiday Blues
Title: The Holiday Blues
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/House M.D.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): House. Others.
Date: December 14
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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“This is what I’m missing my nummy eggnog for?”
Cuddy doesn’t even bother to glare. “David Sheppard just donated an obscene amount of money to this hospital so you’d treat his brother. You will treat him. Understand?”
“You know, this scenario is hauntingly familiar. I’m getting a little bit of déjà vu. What’ this guy’s name?” House looked at the file tab. “Lt. Col. John Sheppard. Another military guy. Cuddy, do you have a fetish?”
“Get your team and get on it.” Cuddy turned on her heel and strode away.
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“Fever, hallucinations about freaky aliens,” House wrinkled his nose. “Boring.”
“Taub, you and Thirteen, run tests. Foreman, go grill the brother. Cutner, get me some eggnog.”
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“Now, that’s interesting,” House murmured as he looked at the blood under the scope.
“That’s not possible,” Thirteen said.
“Where are you going?” Taub called to House’s steadily retreating back.
“Col. Sheppard’s room. Suddenly, all the freaky hallucinations are much more fascinating.”
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“You, move.”
The airman simply lifted a brow in response. “I’m sorry, doctor. You’re no longer on the case. Col. Sheppard is being transferred--”
“Are you people insane? I’ve got my brother the best diagnostician in the country and you want to give him your military’s medical attention? You can’t do that!” Came David Sheppard’s strident voice.
“You’re not his medical proxy and Col. Sheppard set down very specific procedures for his medical care. Frankly, we would appreciate it if, in the future, you would call us first should the situation ever arise.”
The ring of his cell phone cut in on House’s eavesdropping.
“House, the military just confiscated all of Col. Sheppard’s tests and materials,” were Foreman’s first words.
“Apparently, not our problem anymore.” House hung up.
He watched as efficient military hustled out the heavily sedated colonel and as a furious David Sheppard stood silent unable to do anything but watch.
“I heard your toy was being taken away,” Wilson teased as he stopped next to him.
“I’m thinking government conspiracy,” House mused aloud.
“And you’re letting them take away your puzzle?” Wilson sounded shocked.
“I can’t withstand the sweet temptation of eggnog. I can think of nothing else,” he answered with dramatic flair.
House grinned and patted his pocket where a vial of Sheppard’s blood rested neatly.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/House M.D.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): House. Others.
Date: December 14
Author’s Notes: For
goddess47---------
“This is what I’m missing my nummy eggnog for?”
Cuddy doesn’t even bother to glare. “David Sheppard just donated an obscene amount of money to this hospital so you’d treat his brother. You will treat him. Understand?”
“You know, this scenario is hauntingly familiar. I’m getting a little bit of déjà vu. What’ this guy’s name?” House looked at the file tab. “Lt. Col. John Sheppard. Another military guy. Cuddy, do you have a fetish?”
“Get your team and get on it.” Cuddy turned on her heel and strode away.
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“Fever, hallucinations about freaky aliens,” House wrinkled his nose. “Boring.”
“Taub, you and Thirteen, run tests. Foreman, go grill the brother. Cutner, get me some eggnog.”
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“Now, that’s interesting,” House murmured as he looked at the blood under the scope.
“That’s not possible,” Thirteen said.
“Where are you going?” Taub called to House’s steadily retreating back.
“Col. Sheppard’s room. Suddenly, all the freaky hallucinations are much more fascinating.”
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“You, move.”
The airman simply lifted a brow in response. “I’m sorry, doctor. You’re no longer on the case. Col. Sheppard is being transferred--”
“Are you people insane? I’ve got my brother the best diagnostician in the country and you want to give him your military’s medical attention? You can’t do that!” Came David Sheppard’s strident voice.
“You’re not his medical proxy and Col. Sheppard set down very specific procedures for his medical care. Frankly, we would appreciate it if, in the future, you would call us first should the situation ever arise.”
The ring of his cell phone cut in on House’s eavesdropping.
“House, the military just confiscated all of Col. Sheppard’s tests and materials,” were Foreman’s first words.
“Apparently, not our problem anymore.” House hung up.
He watched as efficient military hustled out the heavily sedated colonel and as a furious David Sheppard stood silent unable to do anything but watch.
“I heard your toy was being taken away,” Wilson teased as he stopped next to him.
“I’m thinking government conspiracy,” House mused aloud.
“And you’re letting them take away your puzzle?” Wilson sounded shocked.
“I can’t withstand the sweet temptation of eggnog. I can think of nothing else,” he answered with dramatic flair.
House grinned and patted his pocket where a vial of Sheppard’s blood rested neatly.
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lol...
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Yeah, those Sheppards, ey? Also, a little addendum for you b/c you wanted some McShep: What Rodney Was Doing:
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Jeannie knows there's something wrong. Mer had gone silent right in the middle of his rant, simply listening to whomever was speaking on the other side of the phone call. He'd rushed up to the guest bedroom, grabbed his laptop and whatever change of clothing he could manage to stuff in a small knapsack and started barking out orders.
"I'll be there, I'm leaving right now. I swear to whatever insignificant Gods you worship, if you let anything--" he swore violently, furiously jamming the phone in his pocket. "Hung up on me, that fucking bastard!"
"Mer?" Jeannie questioned worriedly, wondering what the hell aliens were planning to mess up the holidays.
"Jeannie! Great. I need you to drive me to the airport. John's sick and his idiot brother took him to some hospital in Jersey. By the time I'm at the mountain he'll be there too." He babbled as he herded her downstairs.
"Sick? Mer, it's the holidays!" Jeannie protested.
"It's John," was the only thing Mer said, intent and cartain.
Oh, Jeannie thought. In retrospective it made perfect sense.
She grabbed her car keys.
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Nice.. and fun! Thanks!