God, all those-- literally-- sniveling brats and their overbearing parents. To top it off, being a friendly, competent doctor in the clinic wouldn't even earn her brownie points with the one person who'd care, since Cuddy already suspected ever single cell in her body. She couldn’t even do a half-assed job, since that’d only lessen Cuddy’s opinion of her. Amber wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, it is. I'll be sure to pick up the worst of the germs and pass them on to you."
She came back to him just long enough to kiss his cheek, squeeze his hand with both of hers. "Find me when we can go back home." Now that they were all made up, she'd seize the chance to do some of those things she'd thought she'd no longer be able to-- it'd be a long evening and night. Amber grinned.
Mid-morning, the clinic was just starting to get busy, with everyone who wanted to come before lunch deciding to come in at the same time. Amber was at the reception, signing in and accepting patient files when a voice spoke up behind her. "I'm surprised you even showed up."
She turned around and looked down; it was Taub. "Why wouldn't I? You heard Er—Foreman. Cuddy wants us down here." If her main boss didn't want anything from her, there was no reason to piss off her other one. Or Eric, but he didn't count. There was a whole other set of complicating factors with him.
"Yes, but I'm not sleeping with her spokesman."
Amber's eyebrows shot up. Thirteen had ratted on her already? She shouldn't be surprised. At least the bomb was partially exploded, and she'd already more or less achieved her purpose in telling Thirteen. No one could blackmail her if everyone knew the information. Grabbing the patient's folders, she strode towards a clinic room. "Jealous?"
"Nah, I'll be getting into House's bed one of these days."
Now there was an image Amber would've paid to never imagine. "Then you've got it all settled." Turning to face the door and twist its handle, Amber caught sight of Thirteen on the other side of the clinic. Her brunette locks swept over her face as she made a quick note in a clipboard-attached medical record. "So did you have to drag it out of Thirteen, or did she go running to tell you?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Amber thought it wouldn't be constructive at this point to confirm that statement, so she kept the thought to herself. "I saw you go off with him; of course you'd take advantage of his feelings for you."
Around her "colleagues," Amber made a point of hiding her feelings from them. It was hard to keep her expression from hardening, though. He would assume she was sleeping with Eric for ulterior motives. She would do something along those lines, but at least she'd be smart enough to sleep with the person whose opinion mattered. Being with Eric was a liability, not an advantage. He couldn't even get her a better parking space. Taub must think her an idiot. "Of course," she said, and closed the door in his face.
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She came back to him just long enough to kiss his cheek, squeeze his hand with both of hers. "Find me when we can go back home." Now that they were all made up, she'd seize the chance to do some of those things she'd thought she'd no longer be able to-- it'd be a long evening and night. Amber grinned.
Mid-morning, the clinic was just starting to get busy, with everyone who wanted to come before lunch deciding to come in at the same time. Amber was at the reception, signing in and accepting patient files when a voice spoke up behind her. "I'm surprised you even showed up."
She turned around and looked down; it was Taub. "Why wouldn't I? You heard Er—Foreman. Cuddy wants us down here." If her main boss didn't want anything from her, there was no reason to piss off her other one. Or Eric, but he didn't count. There was a whole other set of complicating factors with him.
"Yes, but I'm not sleeping with her spokesman."
Amber's eyebrows shot up. Thirteen had ratted on her already? She shouldn't be surprised. At least the bomb was partially exploded, and she'd already more or less achieved her purpose in telling Thirteen. No one could blackmail her if everyone knew the information. Grabbing the patient's folders, she strode towards a clinic room. "Jealous?"
"Nah, I'll be getting into House's bed one of these days."
Now there was an image Amber would've paid to never imagine. "Then you've got it all settled." Turning to face the door and twist its handle, Amber caught sight of Thirteen on the other side of the clinic. Her brunette locks swept over her face as she made a quick note in a clipboard-attached medical record. "So did you have to drag it out of Thirteen, or did she go running to tell you?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Amber thought it wouldn't be constructive at this point to confirm that statement, so she kept the thought to herself. "I saw you go off with him; of course you'd take advantage of his feelings for you."
Around her "colleagues," Amber made a point of hiding her feelings from them. It was hard to keep her expression from hardening, though. He would assume she was sleeping with Eric for ulterior motives. She would do something along those lines, but at least she'd be smart enough to sleep with the person whose opinion mattered. Being with Eric was a liability, not an advantage. He couldn't even get her a better parking space. Taub must think her an idiot. "Of course," she said, and closed the door in his face.