Fic: Meow - House - wtf27
Title: Meow
Fandom: House
Pairing: none
Prompt: animal transformation
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1112
Warnings: none
Summary: When House wakes up one morning, something is...different.
Table: here
The first thing House realized as he slowly returned to consciousness was that he wasn't in any pain. With his eyes still closed he carefully flexed his right leg, breath catching when there wasn't even a twinge of discomfort. Then a moment later, he realized that his leg wasn't moving quite the way it was supposed to. Pain or no pain, that couldn't be good.
One eye blinked open, then slammed shut again. Obviously he was still asleep, since there was no possible way that everything in his room was actually that much bigger than it should be. Or else he had accidentally overdosed on Vicodin and was hallucinating. Yes, that was probably it, though if it was he still wasn't going to admit it to Wilson.
After a few more minutes of lying there with his eyes tightly shut, House finally took a deep breath and cautiously cracked his eyes open again. He sighed explosively when everything still looked way too big, and tried to curse. He barely got a sound out before he was snapping his mouth closed, trying to convince himself that the noise that had come out of his mouth wasn't actually a yowl.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't deny the fact that something had gone terribly wrong while he was asleep and he was going to have to deal with it, whatever it was. So he braced himself, lifted his head and looked down at his body.
Which was now small, furry, and dare he say it? Cute. He was definitely feline, though he didn't even have the very small dignity of being a full-grown cat. No, he was a small, gray tabby kitten.
Suddenly he heard his front door opening, and he jumped. Then he let out a small, feline groan. It had to be Wilson, as Wilson was the only other person with a key to his apartment. And Wilson was going to see him, and that was not good. No one needed to see him while he was small and furry and cute. Not even Wilson. Maybe especially not Wilson.
House could hear Wilson's footsteps coming closer as he tried to push himself to his feet, which was difficult as he had four of them now and they didn't quite want to work in sync. He wiggled around until he was able to burrow partially under the blankets, but only his head was hidden when Wilson rapped on the bedroom door and then pushed it open.
"House, are you awake?" The footsteps came closer, and then House was being pulled backwards and lifted into the air. "House, when did you get a cat?"
A moment later, he was face to face with Wilson. House did his best to glare at him, though he had no idea how effective it would be coming from a kitten, and swiped at Wilson's face with one paw. Though he did keep his sharp little kitten-claws sheathed. He didn't want to draw blood, after all. That would be too messy.
Wilson blinked. "Wow. I know they say that pets start to resemble their owners, but this is ridiculous." He glanced around the room, frowning when he noticed House's clothes in a messy heap on the bed. "House, where are you?"
Wilson poked his head in the bathroom, still holding kitten!House and absently rubbing his furry head. House was just trying his best not to start purring at the relaxing sensation of having his ears scratched. He grumbled a bit when Wilson's hand suddenly froze on his head, until he realized what had caused it.
Wilson was staring at his abandoned cane, leaning against the wall by the bedroom door.
House let out a kitten sigh, and butted his head against Wilson's hand. As much as he didn't want Wilson to know what had happened to him, it just wouldn't do for the other man to think he'd been the victim of foul play. When he changed back, and he would, Wilson would give him that sad, wounded look and then House would feel guilty, something which should be avoided at all costs.
So once Wilson was looking down at him again House pushed up onto his hind legs, bracing his front paws on Wilson's chest. He met Wilson's eyes, let out a sharp meow, and thumped one paw against the other man for emphasis. And when Wilson's eyes started to widen in shock, House flashed him a kitten smirk.
"House, is that you? Or are you hiding somewhere just waiting to jump out and scare me half to death?"
House's eyes widened innocently as he nodded his head slowly and deliberately. Then he was jerked up until he was literally nose to nose with Wilson. One of Wilson's hands was holding his furry body up, and the other was resting on the back of his neck.
"Is this really you, House? Give me a sign, or something."
House glared at him for a moment, then smirked and leaned forward to lick the end of Wilson's nose. He let out a feline laugh when Wilson reached up to wipe off his now-damp nose.
"Yeah, it's you, all right. No real kitten could possibly be this obnoxious. How on earth did this happen?"
House let out an inquisitive meow and attempted to shrug, though he didn't quite manage it. How was he supposed to know how things like this happened? It wasn't like he'd ever woken up as a cat before.
Wilson just sighed. "Of course you have no idea. That would be too easy. I guess you'd better come with me to the hospital. You can either stay in my office, as long as you don't get into trouble, or your fellows can watch you." He sighed again at kitten!House's frantic head-shaking. "Yes, I know you don't want anyone to see you like this. That's tough. You're coming in with me anyway."
House grumbled quietly as Wilson carried him into the living room. He hated to admit it, but Wilson was right...and much bigger than he was. If the other man wanted to take him somewhere, he didn't have much choice in the matter. At least it seemed that Wilson could understand him, even though he couldn't talk.
And as Wilson locked the front door and carried him out to his car, something occurred to him. There were actually benefits to being a small, cute kitten. Just think of all the trouble he could get into, all the places he could go where no one would notice him. The possibilities were nearly endless. Maybe this whole cat thing would be fun, after all.
Fandom: House
Pairing: none
Prompt: animal transformation
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1112
Warnings: none
Summary: When House wakes up one morning, something is...different.
Table: here
The first thing House realized as he slowly returned to consciousness was that he wasn't in any pain. With his eyes still closed he carefully flexed his right leg, breath catching when there wasn't even a twinge of discomfort. Then a moment later, he realized that his leg wasn't moving quite the way it was supposed to. Pain or no pain, that couldn't be good.
One eye blinked open, then slammed shut again. Obviously he was still asleep, since there was no possible way that everything in his room was actually that much bigger than it should be. Or else he had accidentally overdosed on Vicodin and was hallucinating. Yes, that was probably it, though if it was he still wasn't going to admit it to Wilson.
After a few more minutes of lying there with his eyes tightly shut, House finally took a deep breath and cautiously cracked his eyes open again. He sighed explosively when everything still looked way too big, and tried to curse. He barely got a sound out before he was snapping his mouth closed, trying to convince himself that the noise that had come out of his mouth wasn't actually a yowl.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't deny the fact that something had gone terribly wrong while he was asleep and he was going to have to deal with it, whatever it was. So he braced himself, lifted his head and looked down at his body.
Which was now small, furry, and dare he say it? Cute. He was definitely feline, though he didn't even have the very small dignity of being a full-grown cat. No, he was a small, gray tabby kitten.
Suddenly he heard his front door opening, and he jumped. Then he let out a small, feline groan. It had to be Wilson, as Wilson was the only other person with a key to his apartment. And Wilson was going to see him, and that was not good. No one needed to see him while he was small and furry and cute. Not even Wilson. Maybe especially not Wilson.
House could hear Wilson's footsteps coming closer as he tried to push himself to his feet, which was difficult as he had four of them now and they didn't quite want to work in sync. He wiggled around until he was able to burrow partially under the blankets, but only his head was hidden when Wilson rapped on the bedroom door and then pushed it open.
"House, are you awake?" The footsteps came closer, and then House was being pulled backwards and lifted into the air. "House, when did you get a cat?"
A moment later, he was face to face with Wilson. House did his best to glare at him, though he had no idea how effective it would be coming from a kitten, and swiped at Wilson's face with one paw. Though he did keep his sharp little kitten-claws sheathed. He didn't want to draw blood, after all. That would be too messy.
Wilson blinked. "Wow. I know they say that pets start to resemble their owners, but this is ridiculous." He glanced around the room, frowning when he noticed House's clothes in a messy heap on the bed. "House, where are you?"
Wilson poked his head in the bathroom, still holding kitten!House and absently rubbing his furry head. House was just trying his best not to start purring at the relaxing sensation of having his ears scratched. He grumbled a bit when Wilson's hand suddenly froze on his head, until he realized what had caused it.
Wilson was staring at his abandoned cane, leaning against the wall by the bedroom door.
House let out a kitten sigh, and butted his head against Wilson's hand. As much as he didn't want Wilson to know what had happened to him, it just wouldn't do for the other man to think he'd been the victim of foul play. When he changed back, and he would, Wilson would give him that sad, wounded look and then House would feel guilty, something which should be avoided at all costs.
So once Wilson was looking down at him again House pushed up onto his hind legs, bracing his front paws on Wilson's chest. He met Wilson's eyes, let out a sharp meow, and thumped one paw against the other man for emphasis. And when Wilson's eyes started to widen in shock, House flashed him a kitten smirk.
"House, is that you? Or are you hiding somewhere just waiting to jump out and scare me half to death?"
House's eyes widened innocently as he nodded his head slowly and deliberately. Then he was jerked up until he was literally nose to nose with Wilson. One of Wilson's hands was holding his furry body up, and the other was resting on the back of his neck.
"Is this really you, House? Give me a sign, or something."
House glared at him for a moment, then smirked and leaned forward to lick the end of Wilson's nose. He let out a feline laugh when Wilson reached up to wipe off his now-damp nose.
"Yeah, it's you, all right. No real kitten could possibly be this obnoxious. How on earth did this happen?"
House let out an inquisitive meow and attempted to shrug, though he didn't quite manage it. How was he supposed to know how things like this happened? It wasn't like he'd ever woken up as a cat before.
Wilson just sighed. "Of course you have no idea. That would be too easy. I guess you'd better come with me to the hospital. You can either stay in my office, as long as you don't get into trouble, or your fellows can watch you." He sighed again at kitten!House's frantic head-shaking. "Yes, I know you don't want anyone to see you like this. That's tough. You're coming in with me anyway."
House grumbled quietly as Wilson carried him into the living room. He hated to admit it, but Wilson was right...and much bigger than he was. If the other man wanted to take him somewhere, he didn't have much choice in the matter. At least it seemed that Wilson could understand him, even though he couldn't talk.
And as Wilson locked the front door and carried him out to his car, something occurred to him. There were actually benefits to being a small, cute kitten. Just think of all the trouble he could get into, all the places he could go where no one would notice him. The possibilities were nearly endless. Maybe this whole cat thing would be fun, after all.