Fic: Meow, part 4 - House
Title: Meow, part 4
Fandom: House
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 937
Warnings: none
Summary: When House wakes up one morning, something is...different.
It didn't take long for House to make his way back to Diagnostics. He had to duck around corners to avoid nurses twice, but after only about ten minutes he was sitting in front of the now-closed glass doors. Cameron and Foreman were both inside, but neither of them were looking his way. He frowned, tail thumping against the floor in frustration.
He stood up on his hind legs, front paws braced against the doors and began scratching lightly at it, trying to get their attention. But neither of them looked up from what they were doing. He smacked his paws against the door, but as a kitten he was fairly small and it made almost no noise.
He turned his head when he heard footsteps approaching, perking up when he realized that it was Chase. He gazed up at the Australian and meowed pitifully, still up on his hind legs, willing Chase to understand him.
An instant later he had been scooped up and was once again being held in Chase's arms and petted.
"Did you want back in, little fella? Dr. Wilson has been looking all over for you." He pulled open the conference room doors, walked in and dropped into a chair, still carrying kitten!House.
Cameron finally looked up from her paperwork. "Oh, you found Dr. Wilson's cat. Where was he?"
Chase smiled as he scratched House's furry ears. "He was standing outside the door, trying to get in. He's a smart little guy, knew right where to go."
Foreman snorted. "I just want to know what Dr. Wilson was doing with a cat in the hospital in the first place."
Cameron just shrugged. "I'm sure that if he wanted us to know he would tell us. Don't be so suspicious."
"Yeah. It's not like we're talking about House." Chase grinned, fingers hitting all the right spots on kitten!House almost without thought. House thought he should probably feel indignant, but he just couldn't work up the energy.
Chase really did have talented hands. After a quick look to make sure that Wilson was nowhere around, House let his eyes fall shut and a low purr rumble from his chest. The purring grew stronger when Chase shifted him onto his back and started rubbing his stomach.
House absently thought that it would be almost worth the indignity just to see the expression on Chase's face when he realized that he had been rubbing House's stomach. Almost.
He lazily grabbed for Chase's hand with his front paws in an attempt to encourage him to keep rubbing his stomach. Then his eyes nearly rolled back in his head in pleasure when another hand began rubbing his head and scratching around his ears. He thought for a moment about shrugging the extra hand off when he realized that it belonged to Cameron, but when she hit a spot that almost made him go completely limp he decided not to.
He was half-asleep when the conference room doors opened again and House heard a very familiar huffing sigh. Wilson had found him yet again, and he could almost picture the expression on the other man's face at the picture House presented: stretched out on Chase's lap with both he and Cameron petting him, while Foreman just watched and shook his head.
"I see you found him. Where was he?" Wilson rubbed one hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"He was standing just outside the doors when I got back." Chase's hand stilled, but remained resting on kitten!House's stomach. "The doors were closed, and he wanted back in."
Wilson sighed as he dropped into a chair. "I've been looking for him everywhere. I thought I had him in Cuddy's office, but he ran off. And apparently came right back here."
House let out a kitten sigh. Wilson was making him feel guilty, and he wasn't even intending to. House hated that. So he managed to pull himself away from Chase, got to his feet and leaped up on the conference table. He walked over to Wilson, meowed at him and jumped into his lap, rubbing against Wilson's stomach in silent apology.
House snorted quietly when Cameron practically cooed at him. "Oh, Dr. Wilson, he's so cute. It's almost like he knows you were worried about him and he's trying to make you feel better."
Wilson just shook his head and chuckled dryly. "Oh, he knows, all right. I'd better take him back to my office before he decides to run away again."
He had already pretty well decided not to run off again. He'd had his fun, but he was starting to get really hungry, and if he disappeared again he wouldn't be able to convince Wilson to feed him. So he carefully extended his claws and climbed up Wilson's lab coat so that he could drape himself across the back of Wilson's neck with his tail curling around the other man's throat.
His fellows just stared at him wide eyed. "Wow. He actually understood you."
"Oh, he understands a lot more than he lets on, Cameron." Wilson pushed himself to his feet, careful not to dislodge House from his perch, and headed for the door. Once they were back in Wilson's office he reached up and lightly tugged on House's tail. "Please don't run off anymore, House. I'm tired of running all over the place looking for you."
House meowed an affirmative and licked the back of Wilson's neck, snickering as Wilson jerked at the sensation of a rough tongue against sensitive skin. Now, where was his lunch?
Fandom: House
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 937
Warnings: none
Summary: When House wakes up one morning, something is...different.
It didn't take long for House to make his way back to Diagnostics. He had to duck around corners to avoid nurses twice, but after only about ten minutes he was sitting in front of the now-closed glass doors. Cameron and Foreman were both inside, but neither of them were looking his way. He frowned, tail thumping against the floor in frustration.
He stood up on his hind legs, front paws braced against the doors and began scratching lightly at it, trying to get their attention. But neither of them looked up from what they were doing. He smacked his paws against the door, but as a kitten he was fairly small and it made almost no noise.
He turned his head when he heard footsteps approaching, perking up when he realized that it was Chase. He gazed up at the Australian and meowed pitifully, still up on his hind legs, willing Chase to understand him.
An instant later he had been scooped up and was once again being held in Chase's arms and petted.
"Did you want back in, little fella? Dr. Wilson has been looking all over for you." He pulled open the conference room doors, walked in and dropped into a chair, still carrying kitten!House.
Cameron finally looked up from her paperwork. "Oh, you found Dr. Wilson's cat. Where was he?"
Chase smiled as he scratched House's furry ears. "He was standing outside the door, trying to get in. He's a smart little guy, knew right where to go."
Foreman snorted. "I just want to know what Dr. Wilson was doing with a cat in the hospital in the first place."
Cameron just shrugged. "I'm sure that if he wanted us to know he would tell us. Don't be so suspicious."
"Yeah. It's not like we're talking about House." Chase grinned, fingers hitting all the right spots on kitten!House almost without thought. House thought he should probably feel indignant, but he just couldn't work up the energy.
Chase really did have talented hands. After a quick look to make sure that Wilson was nowhere around, House let his eyes fall shut and a low purr rumble from his chest. The purring grew stronger when Chase shifted him onto his back and started rubbing his stomach.
House absently thought that it would be almost worth the indignity just to see the expression on Chase's face when he realized that he had been rubbing House's stomach. Almost.
He lazily grabbed for Chase's hand with his front paws in an attempt to encourage him to keep rubbing his stomach. Then his eyes nearly rolled back in his head in pleasure when another hand began rubbing his head and scratching around his ears. He thought for a moment about shrugging the extra hand off when he realized that it belonged to Cameron, but when she hit a spot that almost made him go completely limp he decided not to.
He was half-asleep when the conference room doors opened again and House heard a very familiar huffing sigh. Wilson had found him yet again, and he could almost picture the expression on the other man's face at the picture House presented: stretched out on Chase's lap with both he and Cameron petting him, while Foreman just watched and shook his head.
"I see you found him. Where was he?" Wilson rubbed one hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"He was standing just outside the doors when I got back." Chase's hand stilled, but remained resting on kitten!House's stomach. "The doors were closed, and he wanted back in."
Wilson sighed as he dropped into a chair. "I've been looking for him everywhere. I thought I had him in Cuddy's office, but he ran off. And apparently came right back here."
House let out a kitten sigh. Wilson was making him feel guilty, and he wasn't even intending to. House hated that. So he managed to pull himself away from Chase, got to his feet and leaped up on the conference table. He walked over to Wilson, meowed at him and jumped into his lap, rubbing against Wilson's stomach in silent apology.
House snorted quietly when Cameron practically cooed at him. "Oh, Dr. Wilson, he's so cute. It's almost like he knows you were worried about him and he's trying to make you feel better."
Wilson just shook his head and chuckled dryly. "Oh, he knows, all right. I'd better take him back to my office before he decides to run away again."
He had already pretty well decided not to run off again. He'd had his fun, but he was starting to get really hungry, and if he disappeared again he wouldn't be able to convince Wilson to feed him. So he carefully extended his claws and climbed up Wilson's lab coat so that he could drape himself across the back of Wilson's neck with his tail curling around the other man's throat.
His fellows just stared at him wide eyed. "Wow. He actually understood you."
"Oh, he understands a lot more than he lets on, Cameron." Wilson pushed himself to his feet, careful not to dislodge House from his perch, and headed for the door. Once they were back in Wilson's office he reached up and lightly tugged on House's tail. "Please don't run off anymore, House. I'm tired of running all over the place looking for you."
House meowed an affirmative and licked the back of Wilson's neck, snickering as Wilson jerked at the sensation of a rough tongue against sensitive skin. Now, where was his lunch?