House: Catch Me If You Can
Title: Catch Me If You Can
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: House
Summary: It's all fun and games until someone's laser puts an eye out.
Rating: G (or 'W' for Wilson-y goodness)
Author's Notes: Even my drabbles are on steroids. This is the first in a little series.
"Has Dr. House signed in yet?"
Under usual circumstances, looking for House to be doing what he was supposed to be doing when he was, in fact, supposed to be doing it, was the very definition of 'futility'. Obviously 'usual' circumstances didn't apply to a time of war.
The receptionist gave Wilson a sympathetic smile. "He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Do you want me to page you when he gets here?"
"No, that's alright. I'll find him." Wilson faltered outside of the clinic, trying to decide where to look next. Pathology was empty. Ditto the OB/GYN lounge. All of the staff lounges for that matter were devoid of House.
Wilson gave a glance over his shoulder towards Cuddy's office and ruled it out. Cuddy would have kicked House's ass if he'd asked for sanctuary in her office. House wasn't in any of his usual haunts which meant that he could be anywhere…
Suddenly feeling extremely exposed, Wilson placed his hand on the pocket of his lab coat and moved quickly to the stairwell. Once he reached the fourth floor he was slightly winded but confident he hadn't been followed.
He experienced some guilt over using House's handicap against him, but the feeling was fleeting. Especially when considering the fact the hospital pool favored House. Handicapped or not - House had the distinct advantage of being the sneakiest bastard ever to prowl the halls of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
It was mostly smoke and mirrors. Yet another juvenile distraction in a long line of juvenile distractions all designed to keep his mind off Julie and keep it even further away from Deborah the cute redhead in the PICU.
Contrary to popular opinion, Wilson wasn't trying to drown his sorrow in the rash of ridiculous stunts and pranks that had seized the hospital. He wasn't sorrowful. He wasn't in mourning for his marriage. Truth told Wilson found himself more than a little relieved. Not to be a three time loser in the marriage lottery, that was more than a little depressing. The relief came when it was five o'clock and he wasn't quite finished with his charts, or something interesting was going on in the clinic or any of the millions of things that filled his days was happening and he realized that he didn't have anywhere to be.
With Julie gone Wilson was able to devote himself in his entirely fucked up entirety to the hospital. Wilson can admit he's not the purist House is. He'd never be accused of being discriminate. He *does* love everything, not just healing the sick but all of the minutiae that made up a day in the life of an Oncology head. The departmental meetings, the lectures, the lunches, all of it made him happy. Less time at home translated into more time at the hospital which made Jimmy Wilson a happy man post-divorce.
The euphoria would only last for so long though. Then take-out and old black and white movies on TCM would start to wear thin and he'd be on the look out for the next ex-Mrs. Wilson but until then he intended to enjoy the freedom.
And… if that freedom happened to involve winning five thousand dollars off House in a three day laser tag tournament? Well all the better…
*BZZZT*
Wilson jumped as the small device in his coat pocket went off. He whirled around to find House standing behind him on the stairwell.
"You walked up four flights of stairs?!"
"Nope. I saw you in the lobby. Figured you were headed up here so I took the elevator to the fifth floor and slid down the railing." House offered a truly shit eating grin. "I believe that makes the score 9 to 7. I win for the day. I'm working on being gracious in victory so I'll let you buy me a beer."
"That's being gracious? And you haven't really won yet." But Wilson smiled and fell into step with House anyway. It wasn't as if he had any place better to be.
Author: ficklemuse
Fandom: House
Summary: It's all fun and games until someone's laser puts an eye out.
Rating: G (or 'W' for Wilson-y goodness)
Author's Notes: Even my drabbles are on steroids. This is the first in a little series.
"Has Dr. House signed in yet?"
Under usual circumstances, looking for House to be doing what he was supposed to be doing when he was, in fact, supposed to be doing it, was the very definition of 'futility'. Obviously 'usual' circumstances didn't apply to a time of war.
The receptionist gave Wilson a sympathetic smile. "He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Do you want me to page you when he gets here?"
"No, that's alright. I'll find him." Wilson faltered outside of the clinic, trying to decide where to look next. Pathology was empty. Ditto the OB/GYN lounge. All of the staff lounges for that matter were devoid of House.
Wilson gave a glance over his shoulder towards Cuddy's office and ruled it out. Cuddy would have kicked House's ass if he'd asked for sanctuary in her office. House wasn't in any of his usual haunts which meant that he could be anywhere…
Suddenly feeling extremely exposed, Wilson placed his hand on the pocket of his lab coat and moved quickly to the stairwell. Once he reached the fourth floor he was slightly winded but confident he hadn't been followed.
He experienced some guilt over using House's handicap against him, but the feeling was fleeting. Especially when considering the fact the hospital pool favored House. Handicapped or not - House had the distinct advantage of being the sneakiest bastard ever to prowl the halls of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
It was mostly smoke and mirrors. Yet another juvenile distraction in a long line of juvenile distractions all designed to keep his mind off Julie and keep it even further away from Deborah the cute redhead in the PICU.
Contrary to popular opinion, Wilson wasn't trying to drown his sorrow in the rash of ridiculous stunts and pranks that had seized the hospital. He wasn't sorrowful. He wasn't in mourning for his marriage. Truth told Wilson found himself more than a little relieved. Not to be a three time loser in the marriage lottery, that was more than a little depressing. The relief came when it was five o'clock and he wasn't quite finished with his charts, or something interesting was going on in the clinic or any of the millions of things that filled his days was happening and he realized that he didn't have anywhere to be.
With Julie gone Wilson was able to devote himself in his entirely fucked up entirety to the hospital. Wilson can admit he's not the purist House is. He'd never be accused of being discriminate. He *does* love everything, not just healing the sick but all of the minutiae that made up a day in the life of an Oncology head. The departmental meetings, the lectures, the lunches, all of it made him happy. Less time at home translated into more time at the hospital which made Jimmy Wilson a happy man post-divorce.
The euphoria would only last for so long though. Then take-out and old black and white movies on TCM would start to wear thin and he'd be on the look out for the next ex-Mrs. Wilson but until then he intended to enjoy the freedom.
And… if that freedom happened to involve winning five thousand dollars off House in a three day laser tag tournament? Well all the better…
*BZZZT*
Wilson jumped as the small device in his coat pocket went off. He whirled around to find House standing behind him on the stairwell.
"You walked up four flights of stairs?!"
"Nope. I saw you in the lobby. Figured you were headed up here so I took the elevator to the fifth floor and slid down the railing." House offered a truly shit eating grin. "I believe that makes the score 9 to 7. I win for the day. I'm working on being gracious in victory so I'll let you buy me a beer."
"That's being gracious? And you haven't really won yet." But Wilson smiled and fell into step with House anyway. It wasn't as if he had any place better to be.