#Taub would be ready to kill someone

[cassiasims]

Just remebered that the S6 og team coming back was only supposed to be temporary, I wonder what would've happened if chase just stayed on as a surgeon, he could've still used the whole "I don't regret what I did, I don't want to leave princeton" and cameron might've stayed(or maybe not).

It specifically was the fact that he wanted to work for House again, after all these years, that was the last straw for his marriage.

agree that it’s specifically chase doubling down and staying with house that makes cameron leave the marriage—although i don’t know if that’s necessarily what ends it. their marriage ended less because cameron left, and more because chase refused to follow her; in previous aspects of their relationship cameron has pushed away and had chase follow her and everything has more or less worked out fine (chase’s insistence on reminding her he likes her after the fwb thing ends is part of why they’re even together at all!). and i think cameron did expect chase to follow her again? marriages usually have death throes for months before a divorce—look at taub and his wife, their drama drags on for YEARS before he even considers a separation—but the chameron divorce is just. immediate. cameron coming back to ppth asking why chase hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet would make sense if they’d been separated for months, but they’ve only been apart for a few weeks after she makes the snap decision to leave on her own (and cameron CAN be impulsive, sure, but she is someone who prides herself on controlling her actions and desire). it’s weird!

there are a lot of reasons why i think she came back to ppth in lockdown (i think alongside her saviour complex cameron also has a bit of a martyr thing going on and a part of her was probably quietly hoping for a blowout argument so she could rationalise about things ending and not being her fault) but imo i think a big one is that she expected him to be ready to leave and follow her now. would’ve been the best cameron win of all time: chase grew a spine (exciting!) but obligingly retracted it once she applied enough pressure and moves back to her hometown where she can serve as an emotional ‘carer’ to ‘redeem’ him from the Bad Horrible Murder He Did. cameron never would’ve had to overemphasise with a dying patient again this would’ve kept her going for years. unfortunately that’s not how things turn out at all. Lol.

anyway, back to the point (promise i had one) i genuinely don’t think chase pushes to stay in princeton if it’s not for house’s involvement/the fellowship. we’ve seen chase try to hold boundaries with house in s4 and 5: he sucks at it. he succeeds in getting house off his back professionally but keeps spare bowling shoes in his car and is ready to advise him about Women And Their Friends. i think it was always going to be all or nothing for him: princeton or chicago, house or cameron. if the dibala thing had still happened with chase working in surgery, he would’ve moved to chicago and never looked back imo. you can untangle dibala and the divorce, but i don’t think you can untangle house and the divorce. like what does chase have at ppth apart from house and cameron? his boss resents him for being one of house’s former fellows (and the weird custody dispute that comes with that). he’s always living in fear of house coming knocking and not being able to draw that boundary next time. if chase had stayed a surgeon and still killed dibala, him and cameron would’ve run off to chicago and baby trapped each other and lived toxically ever after. I just can’t see it any other way :(

[eclecticelectriceccentric]

#house md#house md spoilers#i mean#the show is like a decade old but Kutner's death is kind of a big spoiler#lawrence kutner#but like#u KNOW Taub and Foreman would be seething with jealousy#kutner shows up one morning like hey guys i got a new job! I'll miss you!#and house makes some bitchy comment about who would be crazy enough to hire the guy who set a patient on fire#and Kutner is like the president did lol#thirteen would find Foreman's undying rage HILARIOUS im sure#i like to hc that Kutner is her Little Buddy™#Taub would be ready to kill someone#and House is mad bc well its p much impossible for him to meddle#can't very well intimidate and terrorize the president into not hiring one of ur emotional support ducklings bc ur jealous#wilson and cuddy c plot (Kutner's political career is the b plot patients are a plot obviously)#where they have to desperately try to prevent house from being arrested for domestic terrorism (stalking the president)#but yeah they should have just given Kutner the same reason his actor had for leaving#bc i think it would make Taub kill himself out of rage and Foreman would be chewing glass and House is going to end up on a watch list#meanwhile Thirteen is so proud of her emotional support Little Guy™ even if she's too busy talking Taub and Foreman off the ledge#to properly congratulate him#im objectively correct and kind of want to write this as an au fic

Rewatched the episode of House MD where Kutner dies and I honestly think instead of killing his character off, they should have said that Kutner got a job as physician to then President Barack Obama and that's why he was leaving. Objectively funnier since his actor did leave the show to work for Obama and I know it would have driven House nuts that Kutner was ditching to go play doctor with the President instead of getting verbally abused for House's amusement.

[dilfhanni]

The baby comes

Everyone in the hospital was staring at you as you came in, your bump stretching your shirt just a little and your hair lazily thrown up into a ponytail. You made your way up to House’s floor, now in desperate need of a distraction from your maternity leave. Cuddy had decided to let you start maternity leave a week early – technically it was right on time with your due date, but you were now overdue – and it felt like you were dying of boredom at home. House was taking on a case or two before he was allowed to join you on his paternity leave, and it was hell being confined to the house with no entertainment.

You were just happy that you two had moved two months ago rather than moving after the baby came, you don’t know if you’d be able to do that. Your house was perfect; it had three bedrooms and so much room for all of your antiques and House’s collection of books and vinyl’s and instruments. As soon as you two moved in, you decided to paint the nursery and set everything up. Most of it was your project as you had started working less hours and had more free time than House did. You both picked a light purple for the walls and you snuck in white paint to paint clouds on the ceiling. House had come up with the idea to paint flowers along the baseboards and every time he came home from the hospital, you two would spend a few hours trying to paint the perfect flowers. It had taken all of the willpower you had to not have sex on the floor of the nursery; you didn’t think that was a room to break in like that.

You knocked gently on the door of his outer office, finding the whole team in there and having a differential. House came to the door and opened it for you, his eyebrow raised at you in question.

“Do I need to lock the door from the outside to get you to stay at home?” You rolled your eyes at him and stood up on your tip toes, kissing his cheek before sitting down in the chair near the door.

“No. No locking me inside. I’m dying from how bored I am, just let me spend the day with you. Maybe it’ll be what she needs to exit my womb.” You relaxed back into the chair and gestured to the whiteboard and the rest of the room. “Continue your process.” He watched you for a moment before stepping back over to the whiteboard, looking over his team. You zoned out as they began talking about their patient, your eyes wandering over the room before looking out into the hallway. You saw Cuddy coming in the direction of his office and cursed under your breath, sitting up a bit straighter and pretending like you didn’t see her. She stepped into his outer office and looked at you with her eyebrows raised.

“I thought you started maternity leave.” She placed her hands on her hips and made it feel like you were being scolded by your mother.

“You did. I was bored so I came here to entertain myself. Besides, if I go into labor, I’m in a hospital already.” You smiled obnoxiously at her and pushed yourself out of the chair to stand, heading to the minifridge to grab a water. After taking a few sips, you looked over at her again, her eyes focused on House now.

“Can’t you keep her contained until the baby gets here?” He placed his hand on his chest and feigned hurt, his other hand pointing his cane to gesture at you.

“Are you doubting my abilities now? She does have free will, you know. Maternity leave isn’t bed rest, so technically she’s not breaking any rules.” You rested your hand on your lower back and smirked at her, smugness written all over your face. Cuddy sighed and rolled her eyes before giving you a pointed look.

“Fine, just be careful please. I don’t need to worry about you while trying to run the hospital.” She left his outer office and you started to feel a slight ache in your lower back, your hand massaging the muscles gently as you sat down at the table with the rest of House’s team. You passed it off as just your back hurting from the weight you were carrying around – not unusual at this point. You looked at Foreman and rested the hand that wasn’t holding your water on your stomach.

“So, what’s the deal with this patient? Need any ideas?” He laughed softly and shook his head, the rest of the team caught up in a debate about whether or not it was cancer.

“If I let you help out, how do I know House won’t kill me?” You poked your bottom lip out in a pout and rubbed your stomach slowly, feeling a kick right under your ribs. She was already positioned correctly, everything seemingly ready for you to go into labor. Except for the fact that she wouldn’t come out on her own.

“He’s not gonna kill you, just show me the file.” You reached over and grabbed the file sitting in front of him, looking over the patient’s information. Before you could even finish the first page, House took it from you and tossed it back to Foreman. You looked up at him and raised your eyebrow, placing your water on the table. “Am I not allowed to help?”

“No, I’ve already decided it’s cancer.” He pointed at Foreman and Thirteen, already handing out jobs for everyone. “Go get me an MRI and find where it is.” He then pointed at Chase. “Talk to Wilson and see which type he thinks it is.” He paused when he got to Taub, sighing a bit and faltering. “Do something useful.” He sat down beside you when everyone got up from the table, resting his cane against the table and looking at you with some sort of fondness in his eyes. You felt another kick and reached out for his hand, placing it on your bump where the kick was coming from. She kicked again and he felt it, a smile forming on his lips and your own.

“She says hi, I think.” You both sat there for a moment, enjoying the comfort in each other’s presence and the feeling of your baby moving. Before too long, you started to feel a sharp pain in your lower abdomen and lower back, the pain making you scrunch your face up a bit. He looked at you with concern, his hand moving up to your shoulder to steady you.

“What’s wrong?” You shook your head and grabbed his hand with your own, lacing your fingers together and giving his hand a gentle squeeze to calm him and yourself. You took a bit of a deep breath and adjusted in your seat, the pain subsiding and the baby calming down now, her feet no longer pressing against your ribs.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine. She’s just getting acquainted with my ribs.” You sighed and tilted your head slightly, a little grumble sounding throughout the room and breaking the seriousness. You raised your eyebrows and smiled a bit at him. “Will you escort me to the cafeteria and get me something to eat? I know you would much rather get some food than work.” He rolled his eyes and stood, grabbing his cane before helping you to stand, and you let yourself smile brightly in victory.

--

“Okay, will you just admit that you’re in pain?” You stopped walking – well, attempting to walk through the pain – and looked at House, your hand on your lower stomach and your eyes narrowed. He had his eyebrows raised and Wilson was looking between you two as though he didn’t know if he should be there. You huffed and shook your head, running your other hand through your hair.

“I’m fine, leave it alone.” You continued walking through the hall to his office and sat yourself down in his desk chair, wincing as another pang shot through your abdomen. You avoided eye contact and reached out, grabbing the grey and red ball from the top of his desk and squeezing it, hearing the tap of a cane in front of you. You decided to look in front of you and make eye contact, finding House already staring you down and Wilson standing behind him. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Maybe it’s time.” You looked back at Wilson and he was looking at you with that stupid puppy dog face, his eyes hopeful. You turned your attention over to House and threw the ball at him, annoyed that he caught it so easily. You threw your hands up in mock surrender, wincing again as what felt like a tiny aftershock flowed through your body.

“I surrender. Take me to the maternity ward if you must.” You pushed yourself up to stand and walked past the two men, their heads turning towards each other before they both followed you. You stopped just outside of the door, turning quickly to look back at both of them and raising your eyebrows and attempting to look as threatening as possible. “If anyone besides you two or the nurses needed bother me, I will make sure to have someone’s head.” You made sure they nodded before continuing to the elevator, nerves finally spreading throughout your body and making you a little uneasy.

--

“Do you have to eat right beside me?” You were on your side facing House as he ate a Reuben, his eyes drifting to you from the tv. He set the sandwich down and brushed some crumbs from his shirt.

“Would you rather I starve?” You rolled your eyes and looked up at the monitor, noticing a contraction. You could feel it, but not a lot of the pain that came with it. It was strange. Especially since it was one of the larger ones. You tapped his leg and pointed at the monitor and he looked over as well, his eyebrows raised before he looked back at you. “You don’t feel that?”

“I feel it, just not… I don’t feel the pain. Well, okay, I feel the pain, but it’s not as bad.” You were close to meeting your baby for the first time and it felt weird. They had checked how far you were dilated not too long ago and told you that you were 8 centimeters dilated. Which meant that you would have to start the not too fun part soon. Not like any of this was fun. You placed your hand on your stomach and sighed, in desperate need of a nap. It had been 13 hours since you had been admitted and you hadn’t been able to fall asleep. The excitement had been too much for you and prevented you from sleeping. “I’m not going to be pregnant anymore. That’s so fucking weird.” You looked over at House and saw him looking at your stomach, his eyes holding some expression you were too tired to analyze.

It was then that you felt something… weird. You reached over and pressed the button for the nurse and tried to keep a neutral expression, your legs firmly pressed together. He sat up straight, his legs no longer propped up on the edge of the bed.

“What? What’s wrong?” He tried looking you up and down to figure out what was wrong, and the nurse came in with a bright smile, putting her gloves on and coming over to the bed.

“Do you think it’s time?” You could only nod and you looked over at House and his own expression was one filled with fear and excitement and shock. The nurse lifted the blanket and gently pried your legs apart and pressed the button on the side of the bed, calling for a few other nurses and the doctor. You were really fucking having a baby.

--

You cradled her close to you, your finger stroking her cheek softly. You were so exhausted, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go to sleep; not yet, at least. House had convinced you to let the team come in after a few hours and you didn’t think it was the worse idea in the world. You were more surprised that he was willing to let them in on this moment. You figured he was going all caveman and wanted to show off what he made. Thirteen was the first to speak up, her eyes trailing from the baby to you and then to House sitting close to your bedside.

“What’s her name? Or does she just get a nickname?” You forced yourself to look away from her, looking up at Thirteen and the rest of the team instead and smiling softly. You felt a little flutter in your chest and pushed down the anxiety immediately. This would be the first time you had told anyone besides the nurse and suddenly you were very aware of that.

“Jade.” You looked over at House and saw his eyes trained on the sleeping bundle in your arms. She had his bright blue eyes and you couldn’t be happier; although you had become used to the moodiness and – what others would call – mystery behind his eyes. It was different to see them with nothing but innocence and wonder. You sat up, wincing just a bit, and passed her over to him. He took her from you and stared down at her as he held her in one arm, his brows furrowing slightly. You forced yourself to look back at his fellows and cleared your throat slightly. “The middle name is still unknown so…” You bit down on your bottom lip and looked over their faces; each of them had varying looks of awe and teary-eyed happiness.

It was then that Wilson came in with a teddy bear, a balloon, and a burger. You reached your hands out and he immediately offered the burger up to you. You mouthed a thank you to him and he nodded to you, his hands now awkwardly holding the teddy bear and balloon. House mumbled something from beside you and you didn’t have to hear exactly what he said to know he was talking to your daughter.

“Thank you for the gifts, Wilson.” You gave him a warm closed mouth smile after speaking with a mouth full of burger, your free hand reaching out for the teddy bear. He handed it off to you and looked over at Jade, his smile growing soft and his eyes getting that little fond shimmer.

“She looks like a mini House.” You heard Foreman let out a laugh and you narrowed your eyes at him, his hands raising and him taking that as his que to leave. Taub followed when he saw Cameron, Chase and Cuddy enter the room.

“She is my mini House.” You looked over at them both and saw that House was still staring at her. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, looking up at the three that entered the room, Cameron’s smile stretching from ear to ear and her hands on her hips. Cuddy’s smile was softer, and her hands were clasped together as she stood beside Wilson and his balloon. You held the teddy bear close to your chest, feeling like you might cry and trying to hold it in.

“She’s beautiful.” House raised his eyebrows and glanced at you.

“What else would you expect from my outstanding genes?” You rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. Everything was perfect.

“What’s her name?” You looked over at Cuddy and felt everyone’s eyes on you once more, the anxiety not returning for once.

“Jade. The middle name still isn’t figured out.” You looked back over at House and then back down at Jade, the swelling in your chest making you feel warm all over.

“Just leave it blank.” You turned your head slowly to look at Chase and raised your eyebrow, his shoulders shrugging and his eyes widening. “I’m just saying, it’s not like it’d be the first time someone didn’t give their kid a middle name.”

“No. You can do that to your kid.” You sighed and tilted your head back to look at the ceiling before groaning. You should have planned ahead.

--

“You like Thirteen. Steal her name.” You were laying on your side in the hospital bed, facing House. He was also laying in the hospital bed, laying on his side beside you. Jade was in the little bassinet next to your bed and sleeping; you had just fed her and she seemed to be content for now. You and House had been debating her middle name for the past two hours and had gotten nowhere.

“Remy? Jade Remy? Does that even sound normal?” You groaned and shoved at his shoulder slightly. Your eyes drifted shut and you shoved your face into the pillow, his hand resting on your waist.

“I don’t even care anymore. Just call her Mini House.” He let out a little huff of a laugh and pulled you closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I like Remy. JR. Junior. Like Mini House. Just don’t tell the others. Thirteen can know, but it’ll get to her head and it’ll be a whole thing. We’ll have to make her babysit so she loses her mind.” You look up at him and smile brightly, raising your eyebrows.

“Really?” He nods and you can’t help but to kiss him, your arm wrapping around his shoulders. Jade Remy House. Okay, so you figured it out.

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[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Rewatched the episode of House MD where Kutner dies and I honestly think instead of killing his character off, they should have said that Kutner got a job as physician to then President Barack Obama and that's why he was leaving. Objectively funnier since his actor did leave the show to work for Obama and I know it would have driven House nuts that Kutner was ditching to go play doctor with the President instead of getting verbally abused for House's amusement.