Dr Tara Campbell

57.5. (from Week 42) Tension

Co-written with drcampbell

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Tara carefully taped the tiny fresh diaper up and leaned over to drop some soft kisses to her son’s forehead. She earned a coo in return and smiled, brushing his fine blond hair back with her fingertips. “It’ll be good to get you home, A Stóirín. Out of these disposable nappies and into nice soft cloth ones, hmm,” she said in a hushed voice. She was getting him ready to put him down for the night and didn’t want to excite him too much. He reacted to voice and bright lights, so the room was dimmed.

( She tucked his cute little feet into the blue teddy bear onesie and was started to clip the buttons up when she heard someone enter the room behind her. She was pushing her hair out of her face when her husband came up beside her looking a lot more crap than he had when he left a little earlier... )


All muses referenced with permission and are part of the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,047

45.4. Emergency (from Week 39)

Co-written with drcampbell | Set Christmas night

[Follows THIS and THIS]

If Tara had the current ability to follow through on every single one of her threats to her husband’s person, Lachlan Campbell would be nothing but a squashed, bloody mess on the floor of the birthing suite. His genitals would have been the first to go, and that would not have been a scene for the fainthearted. The whole Maternity ward now knew Lachlan’s penis should have been broken and that he was never, ever, ever having sex again. He also would have a bagpipe-shaped bruise across his forehead and be now walking with his head up his own arse. And all that was before Tara reached half-way through the labour.

( It was now veering closer and closer to midnight, looking more and more like they were going to have a Boxing Day baby... )


Word Count | 1,636

30.3. Do you listen to your partner?

Co-written with drcampbell. Set approximately two weeks ago, prior to THIS.

The thing about iPods is that they work very well in drowning out unwanted sounds. When you wanted to block out the surroundings and retreat to your own little world of bliss, bubble bath, strawberries, candles, and an iPod up as loud as you can stand it playing ‘The Best of the Eighties’ was absolute heaven. Tara kicked her feet in the warm water, sending a splash of bubbles slopping over the edge of the bath tub. No matter. She could clean it up later. She had her hair piled up on top of her head in a messy ponytail and a purple gel face mask strapped around her eyes obstructing her view of the bathroom, allowing her to really lose herself in the indulgence. She rocked her head from side to side to the beat, singing the current song at the top of her lungs and using the flute of bubbling non-alcoholic wine as a microphone.

“WE SAY, SISTERS ARE DOIN' IT FOR THEMSELVES, STANDIN' ON THEIR OWN TWO FEET AND RINGIN' ON THEIR OWN BELLS!” She took a sip of the drink, still humming away happily at the tune.

( It was her obliviousness to anything beyond her little bubble of relaxation that caused her to scream in fright when a soft hand touched her wet arm, setting off a chain of four things that happened in rapid succession... )

chasemd referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,024

20.4 (8.3) If you were making a soundtrack about your relationship, what songs would go on it? Why?


( 15 songs that connect our life together... )


Patient's Name | Dr Tara Brennan-Campbell
Fandom | House, M.D. (Original Character)
Word Count | 1,180
Partner | Dr Lachlan Campbell (drcampbell)