Fic: That Guy Who Looks Like You
Title: That Guy Who Looks Like You
Author: Nemesis (Nems)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Wilson's surprised by House's choice in movies. Then House plays with his hair. Because Wilson's hair needs more love from me. Part of the Laurenverse
A/N: Betas... good question. If I've forgotten to credit one of you, feel free to hit me. I KNOW Cris betaed this, so many many thanks, hon, and I'm fairly sure Ben did, but you know, my memory is going. In any case, I'll thank benjimmy anyway, just to be safe.
This is for Cris not only because she's the one that Stumped me, but also because the after-fic discussion was HILARIOUS.
This is from Stump the Writer (go ahead and play!). Cris stumped me with “Sorry, did I wake you?” (Second Best) and asked me for House playing with Wilson's hair.
Dr. House is being forced would like to take this time and space to remind you that "puppies shouldn't be kicked, Chase is a whore, and reviews are love. Can I have a week off Clinic duty now?" Dr. Wilson would like to add, "Favorite lines are much appreciated, I'm told. Ditto for concrit."
Wilson entered the house and frowned at the noises coming from the den. He was used to strange soap opera dialogue or music, kid’s show theme songs or stilted, ‘everyone is equal’, ‘let’s all be friends’ dialogue, even the occasional cooking show or Spanish soap opera or game show.
This stilted English, however, was strange. Full of ‘what ho’ and ‘zounds’ and convoluted grammar structure. He put away his briefcase and jacket before heading into the den. He squeezed House’s shoulder briefly and affectionately, smiling down at his husband.
House covered Wilson’s hand with his own, staring, transfixed, at the TV screen. Wilson looked, too, wondering what had captured House’s attention so thoroughly.
“But… this is Much Ado About Nothing, the Branagh version!” Wilson exclaimed in shock. “You hate Shakespeare.”
“PBS or BBC or one of those public, ‘feel-good’ groups is airing it and I’m bored,” House explained. Wilson ignored House’s negativity toward PBS; House watched Nova and Nature and all sorts of PBS programs.
“Where’s Lauren?” Wilson asked, tearing his eyes away from the screen for a moment.
“Cuddy took her to the movies. Remember? Both of them have been going on and on and on about it forever.”
Wilson hmmed affirmatively and sat down on the couch, trying to find their place in the play. He snickered. Claudio, Don Pedro, and Leonato were currently fooling Benedick into thinking Beatrice adored him. He loved this part.
House immediately extended his arm without thinking, and Wilson curled into his side. House dropped his arm around Wilson and pulled him closer, resting his head on the top of Wilson’s.
“That guy looks like you,” House said abruptly.
“Which guy?” Wilson asked.
“Claudio. The one who’s going to marry that pretty girl. He looks like you.”
Wilson studied Claudio closely, trying to see some kind of resemblence.
“Not really,” he protested finally.
“He is younger,” House conceded, “But he looks like you… facial structure, eyes, floppy hair.” As if emphasizing his point, his hand strayed to Wilson’s hair and stroked through it, fluffing it a bit. “Same bright smile,” House said softly, almost under his breath. Wilson heard him anyway.
He smiled slightly. “I guess he does look kinda like me.”
A/N: For those of you who haven't seen Much Ado About Nothing, here's a pictre: Claudio. Second from the left.
And for those of you who don't see the resemblance: IMDb page. Scroll down to 'Claudio'.
Author: Nemesis (Nems)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Wilson's surprised by House's choice in movies. Then House plays with his hair. Because Wilson's hair needs more love from me. Part of the Laurenverse
A/N: Betas... good question. If I've forgotten to credit one of you, feel free to hit me. I KNOW Cris betaed this, so many many thanks, hon, and I'm fairly sure Ben did, but you know, my memory is going. In any case, I'll thank benjimmy anyway, just to be safe.
This is for Cris not only because she's the one that Stumped me, but also because the after-fic discussion was HILARIOUS.
This is from Stump the Writer (go ahead and play!). Cris stumped me with “Sorry, did I wake you?” (Second Best) and asked me for House playing with Wilson's hair.
Dr. House is being forced would like to take this time and space to remind you that "puppies shouldn't be kicked, Chase is a whore, and reviews are love. Can I have a week off Clinic duty now?" Dr. Wilson would like to add, "Favorite lines are much appreciated, I'm told. Ditto for concrit."
Wilson entered the house and frowned at the noises coming from the den. He was used to strange soap opera dialogue or music, kid’s show theme songs or stilted, ‘everyone is equal’, ‘let’s all be friends’ dialogue, even the occasional cooking show or Spanish soap opera or game show.
This stilted English, however, was strange. Full of ‘what ho’ and ‘zounds’ and convoluted grammar structure. He put away his briefcase and jacket before heading into the den. He squeezed House’s shoulder briefly and affectionately, smiling down at his husband.
House covered Wilson’s hand with his own, staring, transfixed, at the TV screen. Wilson looked, too, wondering what had captured House’s attention so thoroughly.
“But… this is Much Ado About Nothing, the Branagh version!” Wilson exclaimed in shock. “You hate Shakespeare.”
“PBS or BBC or one of those public, ‘feel-good’ groups is airing it and I’m bored,” House explained. Wilson ignored House’s negativity toward PBS; House watched Nova and Nature and all sorts of PBS programs.
“Where’s Lauren?” Wilson asked, tearing his eyes away from the screen for a moment.
“Cuddy took her to the movies. Remember? Both of them have been going on and on and on about it forever.”
Wilson hmmed affirmatively and sat down on the couch, trying to find their place in the play. He snickered. Claudio, Don Pedro, and Leonato were currently fooling Benedick into thinking Beatrice adored him. He loved this part.
House immediately extended his arm without thinking, and Wilson curled into his side. House dropped his arm around Wilson and pulled him closer, resting his head on the top of Wilson’s.
“That guy looks like you,” House said abruptly.
“Which guy?” Wilson asked.
“Claudio. The one who’s going to marry that pretty girl. He looks like you.”
Wilson studied Claudio closely, trying to see some kind of resemblence.
“Not really,” he protested finally.
“He is younger,” House conceded, “But he looks like you… facial structure, eyes, floppy hair.” As if emphasizing his point, his hand strayed to Wilson’s hair and stroked through it, fluffing it a bit. “Same bright smile,” House said softly, almost under his breath. Wilson heard him anyway.
He smiled slightly. “I guess he does look kinda like me.”
A/N: For those of you who haven't seen Much Ado About Nothing, here's a pictre: Claudio. Second from the left.
And for those of you who don't see the resemblance: IMDb page. Scroll down to 'Claudio'.