Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D., nor do I own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any of the characters within. However, I'm half convinced of something after watching two hours of House, and would like to voice my suspicions.
After all that hard work, House was finally having a tender moment with on Dr. Lisa Cuddy. How touching. Not.
Buffy Summers watched the scene with a trademark smirk on her face. The fact that said smirk was in violation of the Summers copyright, as this was in no way, shape, or form Buffy Summers, only made the smirk all the smirkier. The First Evil was finally going to get its own back on the Slayer and her little band of freaks, and it was going to do it by doing what it did best. She'd waited for exactly the right moment, when House was not only actually happy, but all but certain that things were going to turn out alright. She slipped her incorporeal skin into Amber's form, and casually strode out into House's admittedly distracted field of view. She put a bright mockery of a smile on her face and casually caught his gaze over his erstwhile lover's shoulder.
House froze like a deer in the headlights, and Cuddy froze too, knowing something was deeply wrong and feeling absolutely powerless to stop it. Amber couldn't decided which reaction pleased her more, and her mockery of a smile actually became a real one as she let out a small chuckle. "What? Don't stop on account of me! You've been trying to score her for longer than it took you to learn how to ride a motorcycle."
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Meanwhile, at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, a tall brown haired girl was being rushed to the ER on a stretcher, seizing uncontrollably with sweat pouring down her face. Allison Cameron was thoroughly startled by her appearance, and took a moment before regaining her composure and ordering a sedative to try to stabilize the patient.
The girl's eyes blazed with unchained bright green energy, and Cameron knew she desperately needed Dr. Gregory House.