Drabble Seks (6)
For versaphile, who requested Wes/House, post S5
About 250 words. Can't seem to do the whole drabble thing...Oh, well.
“Pryce, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.”
Wes knew better than to offer his hand to Gregory House.
“Is it some kind of a inbred British thing, or some terminal illness thing you’re going to ask me about, because I really don’t have time for either.” House doesn’t even glance up. “Renee is about to propose to Margie...on a daytime soap, what forward thinkers.” House shakes his head, amused at his own wit as far as Wes can tell.
“You might call it one of those terminal illness things, only without the illness part. But I can see you’re busy. I’ll come back after Margie turns Renee down to run away with Pedro.” Wes doesn’t bat an eye at this new-found trivial knowledge courtesy of the Powers...or whoever is running his show now, and neither does House.
“Well, now that you’ve ruined it, you might as well tell me something interesting if you’re going to keep standing there.”
“I need your expertise-
“Not interesting.”
“-Dr. House, you see, I’m dead. And I’d like to stay that way. I’d handle it myself, but most of my colleagues are... deader, and my knowledge of the human body is somewhat more limited than I’d like.”
Wes also knows better than to ask what House thinks he should do, so he stands silently, staring at House, lilting only to the right a little to ease the pressure on Vail’s wound. It’s been healed for a few years, but the pain never really stopped.
House eyes him for a long moment, bouncing his cane. “Well, then I guess we should take you to the morgue.”
About 250 words. Can't seem to do the whole drabble thing...Oh, well.
“Pryce, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.”
Wes knew better than to offer his hand to Gregory House.
“Is it some kind of a inbred British thing, or some terminal illness thing you’re going to ask me about, because I really don’t have time for either.” House doesn’t even glance up. “Renee is about to propose to Margie...on a daytime soap, what forward thinkers.” House shakes his head, amused at his own wit as far as Wes can tell.
“You might call it one of those terminal illness things, only without the illness part. But I can see you’re busy. I’ll come back after Margie turns Renee down to run away with Pedro.” Wes doesn’t bat an eye at this new-found trivial knowledge courtesy of the Powers...or whoever is running his show now, and neither does House.
“Well, now that you’ve ruined it, you might as well tell me something interesting if you’re going to keep standing there.”
“I need your expertise-
“Not interesting.”
“-Dr. House, you see, I’m dead. And I’d like to stay that way. I’d handle it myself, but most of my colleagues are... deader, and my knowledge of the human body is somewhat more limited than I’d like.”
Wes also knows better than to ask what House thinks he should do, so he stands silently, staring at House, lilting only to the right a little to ease the pressure on Vail’s wound. It’s been healed for a few years, but the pain never really stopped.
House eyes him for a long moment, bouncing his cane. “Well, then I guess we should take you to the morgue.”