Title: Borrowing Space 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or House- Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and House doesn't belong to me either.
Genre: Romance- House/Cordelia
Word Count: 361
Timeline: After the end of Angel; during/right after "House Divided" or "Under My Skin" for House
Written For: twistedshorts Fic #4
Summary: House has someone else haunting him
Doctor Gregory House groaned and had begun to roll out of bed when he noticed his subconscious sitting in the chair by his bed again. But instead of the usual visage of Wilson's dead girlfriend Amber, he saw an unfamiliar brunette sitting there, legs crossed.
"Thanks. I always liked my legs best," she commented off of his unspoken thought.
"Who are you and what are you doing here? Has Wilson put something in my script besides Vicodin, because I know we already ruled out schizophrenia as a cause for why I seem to have a visual representation of my psyche following me around," he said sarcastically as he headed to the shower.
"No, not really. I just know you've had the visualization, so to speak, so I asked Amber if I could borrow her post for a bit to get a message across. I'm Cordelia Chase, by the way," she explained blithely, following him into the bathroom and propping a hip up against the sink.
"Wait a second- I really was talking to Amber then?" House queried, sticking his head around the shower curtain to glare at Cordelia.
"Yep. Not your garden variety haunting, but the Powers didn't think you'd take a normal ghost seriously enough," she countered with a smirk.
House groaned as he got out and started to dry off. Amber he could handle for one thing because she hadn't had the kind of vibrancy and curves as this self-proclaimed specter. Putting that out of his mind before she could pick up on it, he looked over at her lounging on his bed and looking damn fetching at it.
"So why are you here?" he asked, dry swallowing a Vicodin as he dressed.
"Because I need to make sure my brother gets my message. Wolfram and Hart let Angel think I died, but Mister Neurology Doc can probably help get me out of my coma if we worked hard enough."
House stopped in the middle of tying his tie and caught her eye in the reflection of the mirror. "And who's your brother?"
"Doctor Chase- the Aussie guy days away from marrying the cute peroxide blonde," she informed him.