TGiT (Thank God it's Tuesday!)
Time to celebrate!
Title: Homecoming
Pairing: OT3
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for "Birthmarks"
Summary: Ficlet, 275 words, including title
Disclaimer: House, Cuddy, and Wilson all belong to someone else. I just take them out to play once in a while.
Feedback: Yes, please. The more you like it, the more I write.
Homecoming
“It’s about time,” House complained, bulling his way through the open door. “I thought I was gonna have to pee in your bushes again.”
Cuddy opened her mouth to respond but was startled back into silence by the sight of Wilson walking up her porch steps. He carried House’s backpack on one arm, a case of beer in the other. With his chin, he motioned to the three grease-stained paper bags clutched to his chest. “Can you take these?”
She mutely nodded, accepting the bags even as she grappled with her visitors’ unexpected presence. The last she’d seen them, House had been unconscious and on his way to his father’s funeral with Wilson only semi-willingly beside him at the wheel. Then basically nothing from either of them for days, except a cryptic message on her voice mail saying they wouldn’t need bail money, after all.
Now, as the spicy aroma of Garlic Shrimp filled the vestibule and the heavy-footed, unequivocally male sounds of their movements echoed through her empty rooms, a single question surfaced in her mind. It was the same worry she woke with each morning, the private heartache that kept her awake at night.
She grabbed Wilson’s sleeve as he started to walk past. “James…?”
He seemed to anticipate her question. “We’re okay.”
From somewhere inside, House shouted, “When I come back from the little boys’ room, I expect food on my plate and wrestling on television!”
“We brought DVDs,” Wilson explained, smiling apologetically.
“Okay,” Cuddy sighed, feeling as though she’d just woken from a very bad dream. She closed her door and shut out the rest of the world. “Just for tonight.”
PS Is this new? I don't think I've seen it. LE & RSL are adorable!