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Ficlets from the Stump the Writer challenge!

queenzulu stumped me with House hadn't spoken to him for a month. (Wilson the Great - I thought it was Locked Up and Set Free) and asked for girlslash.

Sequel to Shiksa, double-drabble, Julie Wilson/OFC (set during the closing montage of Damned If You Do)

Julie hadn't laughed this much in ages. She and Rebecca sat for an hour in the floral-patterned chairs that James hated, just talking and laughing. Rebecca's legs were curled under her, Julie's legs flung over the arm of her own chair. They were enjoying each other's company, taking it slow. Because this wasn't a race.

Julie's head was dangling over the other arm of her chair, when suddenly Rebecca was there, just as beautiful upside-down. Rebecca kissed her slow and sweet, and ran soft hands down Julie's front, brushing the sides of her breasts and sliding down to the sensitive skin of her stomach. Julie arched into the touch and tried not to gasp, not to break the contact of the kiss.

Rebecca's fingertips danced and teased, finding a way under Julie's shirt and then sending electric trails along every inch of skin they touched. Julie reached her hand out into Rebecca's hair. It was luxurious to run her fingers through a length of silky strands, for the sensation to last longer than a millisecond before hitting empty air.

Time was what Julie needed, time and care, and she felt blessed that Rebecca seemed willing to give them to her.

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hannahrorlove stumped me with "Is it about a patient?" (The Pier at Caesars; I guessed Green) and asked me to use this quote from Ferris Bueller's Day Off: "A - You can never go too far. B - If I'm gonna get busted, it is not gonna be by a guy like that."

Dean's Office, quadruple drabble (by accident), dialogue only.

So, your Dean-ship, light of my life, that's my plan. What do you think?

Absolutely not. It goes too far, and your patient's father will find out and sue the hospital.

A - You can never go too far. B - If I'm gonna get busted, it is not gonna be by a guy like that.

You did get busted and it was by a guy like that.

Thanks for ruining a good movie quote with ancient news, Cameron. You've certainly gotten snippy since you made department head.

You keep poaching my best candidates! A month with you and they leave the hospital. Why don't you give me six months with the latest one? Let me get her hooked on the hospital and inured to you, and then you can have her for a couple of years.

Ooh, sounds like a sex slave thing. I'm getting turned on.

It's a good idea, Cameron. We're doing it. In fact, I might have all of House's new hires go through your tutelage first.

No way! She'll get caring cooties on them.

Real mature.

I recognize a negotiating stance when I see one. What do you want?

More money.

You don't need more money.

Do any of us need more money? I want more.

Quit turning down lectures then. There are companies willing to pay a lot for you to speak. The hospital gets half and you get half.

I won't whore myself out like that. But if you up my salary, I'll make it worth your while.

House!

Sleeping with me for gain is fine, but actually doing something that should be part of your job is prostitution?

I knew you'd see it my way, Jimmy. You're a much more amenable Dean than Cuddy ever was.

She still chairs the Board, so she can still give us both hell. No on the procedure, no on the higher salary, and yes on the plan for Cameron to break in your new fellow.

Thanks, Dr. Wilson.

I take it all back, everything nice I ever said about you.

All three of them? I think I'll live. Back to work.

Come on, you've got to give me something. Cameron's going to think I'm whipped.

A mental image I did not need.

Ok, fine, I give in; I'll make you fettucine carbonara tonight.

And no veggies!

Not so much as a sprig of parsley. Now go.

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earlwyn stumped me with Wilson took a sip of his coffee and smiled. (Hello, Godot). She gave this intriguing prompt: "International investigation (H/W style)."

O Canada, midquel to My Fathers' Son, 229 words.

Canada is boring. Why didn't you pick Tasmania? The Devil lives there.

The Devil lives in this house, and is not helping me find facts on Canada for International Week at Jack's school.

I thought this was supposed to be relevant to family origin. Why not Judaism?

It's celebrating other countries, not cultures per se. Besides, Fyvush's mother is doing Israel.

With so many tease-worthy Jew names out there, how'd you get 'James'?

Canada! Find something out about Canada! Why don't you research the Mounties? I'll just cut out the double entendres later.

You take all the fun out of a good 'get my man' joke. Hey, my grandmother was Dutch; you could've picked The Netherlands.

Sunshine's father took it.

Think he'll bring in pot brownies?

Of course not! It's an elementary school event! … Still, to be on the safe side, I'm not letting Jack touch anything on that table.

My mother has a lot of my grandmother's old pictures the kids would like. You know, the architecture in some of the hamlets is –

That'd be great. I'd snatch The Netherlands away from Sunshine's family in a heartbeat. But given that you won't tell anyone that you're Jack's father, how would I explain how I got the pictures, and who the people in them are?

Passenger motor vehicles are Canada's primary export.

Some day, House. Whenever you're ready.

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purrlia stumped me with "What do you think I was trying to do?" (Having an Issue) and asked for a missing scene from the Mono-verse.

Bachelor Party, House's bachelor party in the Mono-verse, 821 words:

Jazmin felt a little nervous as she rang the bell at the cute little house. She liked her job at the club but had never worked a party before. Candee talked her into it, though. "These are decent, respectable people. They're doctors, even. Sure to tip well. Come on, please!" Then of course Candee got sick and couldn't even come, so here she was with Monika and Starshine, who she barely even knew.

Oh well, gotta be professional anyway. Big smile makes the boys all happy.

She was real surprised when a woman answered the door. "Oh, for god's sake, get in here," the woman snapped, and Jazmin hustled in with the other gals.

"In there," the woman said, pointing towards a living room with some guys in it. "I'm only paying you for an hour, so don't overstay your welcome. I'll be in the kitchen with the wine."

Jazmin felt a little relieved. She didn't mind stripping for lesbians – they were respectful of the rules and usually tipped pretty good – but there was something scary about that lady. With her figure, she'd have made a good dom-type for the club.

Anyway, Jazmin followed Starshine and Monika into the living room, and things did look on the up-and-up, a little high class even. The guys were kinda cute too, even the old guy who hooked Jazmin with his cane. "It's my special day," he said. "Why don't you come talk to me?"

"Oh, sure," Jazmin giggled. "I love talking. But I love dancing even more. You want to dance while we talk?"

He grinned slowly, and Jazmin felt a little warmth in her tummy. This might even be fun, she thought. "I don't dance much myself," the guy said, taking a seat on a dining-type chair, "but you go right on ahead."

She smiled and one of the other gals started up the music. They started to dance, and the other guys sat down too. Her guy, the old one, seemed like he might be a regular at some club, but the others were gawking like high school boys. It was funny, and Jazmin giggled again.

"So," she said over her shoulder (she was giving him a nice view of her rear), "you having a good time at your party, birthday boy?"

He leaned close, and she could tell he was trying to get a better look at the tattoo that was peeking out the top of her skirt. She'd had it inked there for just that reason, a little tease for the boys, and they all seemed to like it.

"Not my birthday," he said eventually. She turned around to face him, and his eyes slid from her back to her boobs. They were good boobs; she was proud of them. "This is my bachelor party."

The song changed, and Jazmin slowed down, just a quiet back and forth with her hips now. She slipped her little jacket off and dropped it in the Groom-to-be's lap. "Your fiancée doesn't mind that you have strippers at your bachelor party?"

"Let's ask Chase; he'll know. Chase!"

The cute blond guy sitting closest to GTB (that's what she called every Groom-to-be) leaned over, but his eyes were fixed on Starshine's boobs. Not as good as Jazmin's but really, really big. "Uh huh?" he said, and she thought she heard an accent. Yummy.

GTB turned his head a little toward the blond, but his hips were swaying in time with Jazmin's. "Do you think my fiancé cares that there are strippers at my party?"

Blondie still wouldn't look over. His tongue was practically dropping out of his head. "Given that there were strippers at his party too, no, I don't think so."

Jazmin was so surprised that she stopped dancing for a second. "His? You're marrying a guy?"

GTB grinned at her; his hips were still moving with the music, and he gestured for her to start dancing again. "Marriage is between one man and one woman, at least according to the laws of this state. Commitment ceremony, anyone can join in. Besides, Jimmy sucked at being married. We're trying committed instead."

It didn't seem like he was kidding, but if he wasn't, this was the weirdest dance she'd ever done. "Seriously, you're gay?"

His leer was real familiar, and his right hand snaked out toward her breast, so that she had to sidestep to avoid him. "Do I seem gay?" he asked.

"No touching! But no."

He laughed and brought his hand back, and flopped it in his lap, clutching at the sequins on her jacket. "I'm bisexual. Jimmy is too. Much more fun that way. Ogle women together, and then work all the tension out between ourselves."

"I guess," Jazmin said. Then the music changed, and it was her favorite song. She started shaking it harder, getting lost in the music, and GTB gave her an appreciative grin.

"Do you work anniversary parties?"