[Scott]

Date: 2007-05-25 12:27 pm (UTC)
Scott laid his hand over Blaise's on the doorknob. The soldier (in my wife's body!) had been ready to waltz right in. He whispered, "She might be--"

"I'm not decent!" a male, British-accented voice cried.

"--awake."

"Looks like," Blaise/Ami shrugged.

(This is so fucked up,) Scott thought. Aloud he said, "Ami, it's Scott. In, uh, House. Blaise is here with me. Can we come in?"
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