My Fuzzy Valentine - Pt 2
Another short part, but I'm pressed for time! Hope you're still enjoying it. Steve will make his appearance in the next part :)
My Fuzzy Valentine - Pt 2
It was after two o’clock and House was still holed up in his office. Wilson had long since expected him to come begging him for lunch money. A hungry House was a grumpy House… although lately it had become difficult to tell the difference between grumpy and normal.
Armed with a Reuben sandwich, a bag of chips and a carton of milk, he approached House’s office door. It was closed, which was expected, and he balanced all the food in one hand and opened the door with the other. Knocking would give House the opportunity to tell him to get lost, so he didn’t bother.
“Don’t attack. I brought food,” he said as he entered and House looked up with a distinct scowl.
“Gimme. And there had better not be pickles.”
Wilson let out a weary but ever-accepting sigh and tossed the wrapped sandwich onto House’s desk. He lobbed the milk and chips next and House caught them easily.
“Aww, such a good friend,” House said, tone sarcastic although the truth of his words could not be so easily masked.
The chair in the corner beckoned and Wilson dropped down into it. House looked mildly annoyed that he was not being left to eat in peace.
“So, planning on staying isolated in here for the foreseeable future?”
“Possibly,” House muttered around a mouth full of pastrami.
“So let’s recap,” Wilson had his elbows planted on the chair arms, his fingers steepled in front of him. “You spend a month obsessing over Stacy. Then you engage in some sort of slow motion, rat-induced courtship with Cameron. You kiss Cameron on New Year’s Eve, and then you kiss Stacy in Baltimore and send her away. And now, a week later, you’re refusing patients and OD’ing on classic rock music. I miss anything?”
“Yeah, the part where you mind your own business,” House snapped, irritated with himself for the fact that he’d been unable to keep from kissing and telling.
“Well your team is getting bored, the hospital is going to start wondering why they pay your salary, and frankly, Allison deserves better than to be jerked around by you.”
House scowled again at the easy way Wilson said her name when he couldn’t get beyond calling her Cameron, even in his thoughts.
“She’s a big girl, and last I remember I didn’t make any promises to her.”
“Oh c’mon, House. You want her to pine after you the way you pined after Stacy?”
“I didn’t pine,” he retorted.
Wilson just gave him a look and didn’t bother to argue. “I’m just telling you that it would be nice if you went back to being semi-human again. It’s exhausting trying to keep up with your mood swings. I’ll have to start calling you Sybil.”
“So sorry,” House said in a tone which meant the opposite.
Another sigh and Wilson shook his head feeling that he hadn’t accomplished anything.
“You don’t have to be this miserable, House. It’s not getting you anywhere,” he tried one more time to get something other than a snide comeback.
“Flattered as I am by the attention, let’s try talking about something other than me, for a change. What’re you getting for Julie to keep her from kicking you out?”
Wilson’s exasperation kicked up a notch but he couldn’t say he wasn’t expecting House’s response.
“We’re going out for dinner. And for your information, we’ve been doing better, not that you ever ask.”
“Of course I don’t ask. I’m not a big ol’ girl,” House scoffed. “I have more important things to think about.”
“Right, like the next monster truck rally and who’s screwing who on “The O.C.”
“Exactly,” House replied, popping the last chip into his mouth.
“Fine. But I’m telling you now, that you’d better fish or cut bait. Because if Julie ever does kick me out, I can’t guarantee I won’t start looking for a brunette immunologist to ease my broken heart. Maybe if I get a pet rat, she’ll take an interest in me.”
And there. That look. That half-murderous glare. That was what made Wilson sure that there was still something of the old House cloaked under a new layer of bitterness. He smirked and House rolled his eyes, knowing that he’d been had.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, House,” Wilson said as he stood up and headed to the door. “Try to stop being an ass for five minutes if it’s not too much trouble.”
He left before House could reply, and walked to the elevator with a smug smile on his face.
My Fuzzy Valentine - Pt 2
It was after two o’clock and House was still holed up in his office. Wilson had long since expected him to come begging him for lunch money. A hungry House was a grumpy House… although lately it had become difficult to tell the difference between grumpy and normal.
Armed with a Reuben sandwich, a bag of chips and a carton of milk, he approached House’s office door. It was closed, which was expected, and he balanced all the food in one hand and opened the door with the other. Knocking would give House the opportunity to tell him to get lost, so he didn’t bother.
“Don’t attack. I brought food,” he said as he entered and House looked up with a distinct scowl.
“Gimme. And there had better not be pickles.”
Wilson let out a weary but ever-accepting sigh and tossed the wrapped sandwich onto House’s desk. He lobbed the milk and chips next and House caught them easily.
“Aww, such a good friend,” House said, tone sarcastic although the truth of his words could not be so easily masked.
The chair in the corner beckoned and Wilson dropped down into it. House looked mildly annoyed that he was not being left to eat in peace.
“So, planning on staying isolated in here for the foreseeable future?”
“Possibly,” House muttered around a mouth full of pastrami.
“So let’s recap,” Wilson had his elbows planted on the chair arms, his fingers steepled in front of him. “You spend a month obsessing over Stacy. Then you engage in some sort of slow motion, rat-induced courtship with Cameron. You kiss Cameron on New Year’s Eve, and then you kiss Stacy in Baltimore and send her away. And now, a week later, you’re refusing patients and OD’ing on classic rock music. I miss anything?”
“Yeah, the part where you mind your own business,” House snapped, irritated with himself for the fact that he’d been unable to keep from kissing and telling.
“Well your team is getting bored, the hospital is going to start wondering why they pay your salary, and frankly, Allison deserves better than to be jerked around by you.”
House scowled again at the easy way Wilson said her name when he couldn’t get beyond calling her Cameron, even in his thoughts.
“She’s a big girl, and last I remember I didn’t make any promises to her.”
“Oh c’mon, House. You want her to pine after you the way you pined after Stacy?”
“I didn’t pine,” he retorted.
Wilson just gave him a look and didn’t bother to argue. “I’m just telling you that it would be nice if you went back to being semi-human again. It’s exhausting trying to keep up with your mood swings. I’ll have to start calling you Sybil.”
“So sorry,” House said in a tone which meant the opposite.
Another sigh and Wilson shook his head feeling that he hadn’t accomplished anything.
“You don’t have to be this miserable, House. It’s not getting you anywhere,” he tried one more time to get something other than a snide comeback.
“Flattered as I am by the attention, let’s try talking about something other than me, for a change. What’re you getting for Julie to keep her from kicking you out?”
Wilson’s exasperation kicked up a notch but he couldn’t say he wasn’t expecting House’s response.
“We’re going out for dinner. And for your information, we’ve been doing better, not that you ever ask.”
“Of course I don’t ask. I’m not a big ol’ girl,” House scoffed. “I have more important things to think about.”
“Right, like the next monster truck rally and who’s screwing who on “The O.C.”
“Exactly,” House replied, popping the last chip into his mouth.
“Fine. But I’m telling you now, that you’d better fish or cut bait. Because if Julie ever does kick me out, I can’t guarantee I won’t start looking for a brunette immunologist to ease my broken heart. Maybe if I get a pet rat, she’ll take an interest in me.”
And there. That look. That half-murderous glare. That was what made Wilson sure that there was still something of the old House cloaked under a new layer of bitterness. He smirked and House rolled his eyes, knowing that he’d been had.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, House,” Wilson said as he stood up and headed to the door. “Try to stop being an ass for five minutes if it’s not too much trouble.”
He left before House could reply, and walked to the elevator with a smug smile on his face.