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Title Birthday Boy
Pairing House/Wilson friendship [slash if you squint, which I totally am]
Rating PG
Disclaimer The show, the cane, and Hugh Laurie all belong to people who are not me.
Notes So I was reading something the other day, and thought 'I've never read any fics about Wilson's birthday.' So, what did I do? Churn out this terribly written birthday!Wilson fic. Seriously, I wrote this in five minutes, and it's...probably fluff, probably just plain crap. But like I've said before, you're the judge, not me.
When Wilson returns to his office that afternoon, he notices the small rectangular box on his desk before the person seated behind it.
"House," he acknowledges curtly. House has his legs up on the desk, crossed at the ankles, his right arm twirling the cane above his head. "What are you doing here?"
House stills the cane in his fist, bringing the cane down to lie across his lap. "I know you think I'm an ass and all that, but even I couldn't resist a present on your birthday," House replies with a smirk that makes Wilson nervous.
"How'd you know it was my birthday?" Wilson picks up the box, examining the paper. "You wrap this yourself?" There was no way House had wrapped it himself; the corners are creased too well.
"Come on, what kind of friend do you take me for?" Wilson thinks that House sounds almost offended, until he continues, "Of course I hacked into your personal file." He smirks again, his long fingers toying with the cane's handle. "Open it." It's not a request.
Wilson slides a finger under an edge, and gently frees the strip of tape. "Did you only just figure out it was my birthday?" He lifts one edge of the paper, revealing a small white jewelry box.
"No," House admits, and he sounds sincere enough that Wilson decides to believe him. "It's just taken me awhile to find something that I thought you deserved." Wilson is sure now that there's something horrible inside the box. He's almost afraid to find out what it is.
"House," he says unsurely. "What…is this?"
"Open it, Jimmy."
"Greg."
"James."
Wilson sighs in his long-suffering manner and lifts the lid of the box. At first he's taken aback; he can't figure out what it is.
"You…got me a 'J?'" he asks slowly, as he tries to process the absurdity of the whole thing. That gets a snort from House.
"Of course not; that would be tacky." House pushed himself up, and moves so that he is standing directly in front of Wilson. He takes the tiny orange-brown (sepia, Wilson thinks) pin in his fingers, and turns it so the 'J' is upside down. "I got you a cane," he corrects cheerily. Wilson tries (and fails) to resist the urge to roll his eyes. House removes the back of the pin, and pins it carefully to Wilson's labcoat pocket. "There. Now you'll always think of me when you look in the mirror." He thinks a moment before adding, "Or remember what your name starts with when you look down."
"I cannot believe you," Wilson says quietly. He's not sure if House can detect it, but he is glowing inside.
"Happy Birthday, Jimmy."
"You're insane."
"But you love me."
"Maybe"
"Absolutely."
Wilson rolls his eyes and glances down at his present.
'House,' he thinks.
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Pairing House/Wilson friendship [slash if you squint, which I totally am]
Rating PG
Disclaimer The show, the cane, and Hugh Laurie all belong to people who are not me.
Notes So I was reading something the other day, and thought 'I've never read any fics about Wilson's birthday.' So, what did I do? Churn out this terribly written birthday!Wilson fic. Seriously, I wrote this in five minutes, and it's...probably fluff, probably just plain crap. But like I've said before, you're the judge, not me.
When Wilson returns to his office that afternoon, he notices the small rectangular box on his desk before the person seated behind it.
"House," he acknowledges curtly. House has his legs up on the desk, crossed at the ankles, his right arm twirling the cane above his head. "What are you doing here?"
House stills the cane in his fist, bringing the cane down to lie across his lap. "I know you think I'm an ass and all that, but even I couldn't resist a present on your birthday," House replies with a smirk that makes Wilson nervous.
"How'd you know it was my birthday?" Wilson picks up the box, examining the paper. "You wrap this yourself?" There was no way House had wrapped it himself; the corners are creased too well.
"Come on, what kind of friend do you take me for?" Wilson thinks that House sounds almost offended, until he continues, "Of course I hacked into your personal file." He smirks again, his long fingers toying with the cane's handle. "Open it." It's not a request.
Wilson slides a finger under an edge, and gently frees the strip of tape. "Did you only just figure out it was my birthday?" He lifts one edge of the paper, revealing a small white jewelry box.
"No," House admits, and he sounds sincere enough that Wilson decides to believe him. "It's just taken me awhile to find something that I thought you deserved." Wilson is sure now that there's something horrible inside the box. He's almost afraid to find out what it is.
"House," he says unsurely. "What…is this?"
"Open it, Jimmy."
"Greg."
"James."
Wilson sighs in his long-suffering manner and lifts the lid of the box. At first he's taken aback; he can't figure out what it is.
"You…got me a 'J?'" he asks slowly, as he tries to process the absurdity of the whole thing. That gets a snort from House.
"Of course not; that would be tacky." House pushed himself up, and moves so that he is standing directly in front of Wilson. He takes the tiny orange-brown (sepia, Wilson thinks) pin in his fingers, and turns it so the 'J' is upside down. "I got you a cane," he corrects cheerily. Wilson tries (and fails) to resist the urge to roll his eyes. House removes the back of the pin, and pins it carefully to Wilson's labcoat pocket. "There. Now you'll always think of me when you look in the mirror." He thinks a moment before adding, "Or remember what your name starts with when you look down."
"I cannot believe you," Wilson says quietly. He's not sure if House can detect it, but he is glowing inside.
"Happy Birthday, Jimmy."
"You're insane."
"But you love me."
"Maybe"
"Absolutely."
Wilson rolls his eyes and glances down at his present.
'House,' he thinks.
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