Fic: Meow, part 3 - House
Title: Meow, part 3
Fandom: House
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 816
Warnings: none
Summary: When House wakes up one morning, something is...different.
After escaping from Diagnostics House wandered around for a bit, keeping mostly out of sight and simply enjoying being able to move without pain. After a while he headed downstairs, eventually finding himself outside Cuddy's open office door. He poked his head inside, and flashed a kitten smirk when he saw that Cuddy was inside.
This was perfect.
He slipped inside, making his way under her desk and sitting down near her feet. He grinned, before schooling his face into a picture of earnest kitten-ness. He began rubbing against her legs, letting out a soft, rumbling purr as he moved.
He kept up the purring even after Cuddy started and jerked her legs back. By the time she peered under the desk he was sitting up straight and his blue eyes were wide and innocent looking. He had to bite back a triumphant meow as the stern expression on her face melted and her lips curled up in a smile.
When she reached down and picked him up House began to purr louder, rubbing his head against her hand when she started to pet him. The next thing he knew he was on his back, cuddled up against her chest while she rubbed his stomach. Eyes half-lidded, he turned his head to the side and finally got a close-up view of Cuddy's incredibly nice cleavage.
Oh, yeah. This kitten thing was working out great. He could die happy right now.
"Where on earth did you come from, little guy? You shouldn't be running around loose in a hospital, especially not my hospital. I have enough problems reining in House without dealing with a runaway kitten, too." She smirked. "Though you are a lot cuter than House, and much quieter."
House thought about being insulted, but considered his current position and then decided not to. After all, he was completely pain free, he had the best view in the entire hospital, Cuddy was unknowingly rubbing his stomach and for the next few weeks any time Cuddy got bitchy he could think back on this and grin.
That would drive her absolutely crazy.
He relaxed until he was little more than a rumbling puddle of fur in Cuddy's arms. His eyes were barely open, only a sliver of blue visible, and one of his back feet was twitching slightly, as was the tip of his tail. He heard Cuddy sigh a moment before she was gently laying him in her lap, one hand now stroking his head and back.
He opened his eyes a bit, letting his purring die out when he realized that someone was walking into Cuddy's office and sitting across the desk from her. A twitch of his nose let him know that the visitor wasn't Wilson, so he curled up in a ball on Cuddy's lap with his front paws under his chin and his tail wrapped around his body and covering his nose. And then he let Cuddy's stroking lull him to sleep.
* * *
House didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up. He blinked sleepily, arching his spine as he stretched and flashing sharp kitten teeth as he yawned. He was still on Cuddy's lap, though whoever had come in earlier to see her was gone. Her left hand was resting on his back and she seemed to be doing paperwork. It was almost as if she had forgotten he was there.
He was trying to decide if he wanted another nap or if he wanted to go back to exploring when he heard someone else walking into the office. A quick sniff, and he knew who it was. Wilson had found him again.
"So, Dr. Wilson, is House going to be gracing us with his presence at any time today?"
Wilson's voice was tired when he answered. "No, I'm afraid not. He's...currently indisposed. Don't ask. Hopefully he'll be...back to normal tomorrow." He sighed, and House could picture him running a hand over his face. "I don't suppose you've seen a gray kitten running around, have you?"
House winced. He didn't actually like making Wilson worry, but he was having way too much fun to go back to lurking in the other man's office just yet.
"The cat is yours? What are you doing with a cat in the hospital anyway?"
Wilson sighed again. "That is a long, involved and very unbelievable story. Do you know where he is?"
Before Cuddy could reach for him House jumped up onto the desk. He meowed apologetically at Wilson, flicked his tail at Cuddy, leaped to the floor and dashed towards the still-open office doors. Maybe he would go and pay his fellows another visit. He could stalk Cameron some more and let Chase rub his ears again.
And maybe the next time Wilson tracked him down, he wouldn't run away. Maybe.
Fandom: House
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 816
Warnings: none
Summary: When House wakes up one morning, something is...different.
After escaping from Diagnostics House wandered around for a bit, keeping mostly out of sight and simply enjoying being able to move without pain. After a while he headed downstairs, eventually finding himself outside Cuddy's open office door. He poked his head inside, and flashed a kitten smirk when he saw that Cuddy was inside.
This was perfect.
He slipped inside, making his way under her desk and sitting down near her feet. He grinned, before schooling his face into a picture of earnest kitten-ness. He began rubbing against her legs, letting out a soft, rumbling purr as he moved.
He kept up the purring even after Cuddy started and jerked her legs back. By the time she peered under the desk he was sitting up straight and his blue eyes were wide and innocent looking. He had to bite back a triumphant meow as the stern expression on her face melted and her lips curled up in a smile.
When she reached down and picked him up House began to purr louder, rubbing his head against her hand when she started to pet him. The next thing he knew he was on his back, cuddled up against her chest while she rubbed his stomach. Eyes half-lidded, he turned his head to the side and finally got a close-up view of Cuddy's incredibly nice cleavage.
Oh, yeah. This kitten thing was working out great. He could die happy right now.
"Where on earth did you come from, little guy? You shouldn't be running around loose in a hospital, especially not my hospital. I have enough problems reining in House without dealing with a runaway kitten, too." She smirked. "Though you are a lot cuter than House, and much quieter."
House thought about being insulted, but considered his current position and then decided not to. After all, he was completely pain free, he had the best view in the entire hospital, Cuddy was unknowingly rubbing his stomach and for the next few weeks any time Cuddy got bitchy he could think back on this and grin.
That would drive her absolutely crazy.
He relaxed until he was little more than a rumbling puddle of fur in Cuddy's arms. His eyes were barely open, only a sliver of blue visible, and one of his back feet was twitching slightly, as was the tip of his tail. He heard Cuddy sigh a moment before she was gently laying him in her lap, one hand now stroking his head and back.
He opened his eyes a bit, letting his purring die out when he realized that someone was walking into Cuddy's office and sitting across the desk from her. A twitch of his nose let him know that the visitor wasn't Wilson, so he curled up in a ball on Cuddy's lap with his front paws under his chin and his tail wrapped around his body and covering his nose. And then he let Cuddy's stroking lull him to sleep.
* * *
House didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up. He blinked sleepily, arching his spine as he stretched and flashing sharp kitten teeth as he yawned. He was still on Cuddy's lap, though whoever had come in earlier to see her was gone. Her left hand was resting on his back and she seemed to be doing paperwork. It was almost as if she had forgotten he was there.
He was trying to decide if he wanted another nap or if he wanted to go back to exploring when he heard someone else walking into the office. A quick sniff, and he knew who it was. Wilson had found him again.
"So, Dr. Wilson, is House going to be gracing us with his presence at any time today?"
Wilson's voice was tired when he answered. "No, I'm afraid not. He's...currently indisposed. Don't ask. Hopefully he'll be...back to normal tomorrow." He sighed, and House could picture him running a hand over his face. "I don't suppose you've seen a gray kitten running around, have you?"
House winced. He didn't actually like making Wilson worry, but he was having way too much fun to go back to lurking in the other man's office just yet.
"The cat is yours? What are you doing with a cat in the hospital anyway?"
Wilson sighed again. "That is a long, involved and very unbelievable story. Do you know where he is?"
Before Cuddy could reach for him House jumped up onto the desk. He meowed apologetically at Wilson, flicked his tail at Cuddy, leaped to the floor and dashed towards the still-open office doors. Maybe he would go and pay his fellows another visit. He could stalk Cameron some more and let Chase rub his ears again.
And maybe the next time Wilson tracked him down, he wouldn't run away. Maybe.