A/N: I have so, SO many other stories I need to be working on. But when the muse strikes, you can't really disobey, can you?

The first one was just too much fun. This story will be a collection of random drabbles/vignettes/whatever continuing on the theme of House characters quoting Firefly. Don't count on much or any continuity, or regular updating. I'm just going to write these as they come to me. ;-P

And the first one, strangely, is angsty instead of funny. Definitely wasn't planning that—the vast majority of these are going to be (or, I guess I should say, are supposed to be) humorous. But, like I said above, it's impossible to disobey the muse. So here we are.

Feedback: Is LOVE and is read over and over and over…you get the drift. Please review!


Cameron backed away from the gurney, allowing the other doctors to do their jobs. She could vividly feel House's blood on her hands, even through the gloves, and desperately tried to distract herself, or else she would either throw up or collapse in hysterics. Ketamine. Tell Cuddy he wants ketamine. She seized upon the thought, and the words looped through her mind like a mantra.

Tell Cuddy he wants ketamine.

"You're going to be fine." "You don't know that."

No—no! Ketamine…tell Cuddy he wants ketamine…

She sensed movement, and then Chase and Foreman were on either side of her, the three of them watching House cling to life. They just stood there for a moment, the everyday routines of the hospital fading away into blurs of color and indistinct murmurs. They couldn't do anything, and she hated the feeling of helplessness.

It was Chase who broke the silence, his voice strained. "When you can't run, you crawl…" Cameron let out a choked sob, and Chase bowed his head, unable to continue.

Foreman did. "And when you can't crawl—" He had to stop for a moment, to compose himself. "When you can't do that…"

Cameron looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears clouding her vision from overflowing. Her voice was thick with emotion when she spoke. "You find someone to carry you."

They'd carried House as far as they could.

Now they just had to hope the other doctors could carry him the rest of the way.