Five Drabbles in which James Wilson is Most Definitely an Oncologist (and also Sleeping with Greg...
Title: Five Drabbles in which James Wilson is Most Definitely an Oncologist (and also Sleeping with Greg House)
Author: Sketch
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13 (for sex and really bad puns)
Word Count: 100 each
Summary: House and Wilson and Wilson's pager, oh my.
Disclaimer: House and Wilson aren't mine. *pout*
Notes: Not. Deep. :D Just some light, shippy drabbles. Set around 'Safe,' just because.
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One
It’s not all the time, House tells himself, although what that’s supposed to mean he doesn’t know. But it’s true. Most of the time when he looks at Wilson, that’s what he sees. Dr. Wilson, his friend and colleague, a genius with cancer and women, occasionally at the same time, and he of the many failed relationships.
But sometimes, when he looks at Wilson, he doesn’t see the pocket protector and the lab coat. He sees James, a young man still, but approaching middle age, with dark brown eyes and a pain in his soul.
And he’s attracted to James.
Two
House had invaded Wilson’s office over an hour ago, complaining of a severe case of Cuddy-itis. His self-prescribed cure appeared to be ‘saving’ Wilson from the drudgery of paperwork.
He looked at Wilson contemplatively. "I was thinking of installing a webcam in my shower. How much do you think the nurses would pay?"
Wilson didn't look up from his charting. "I think they'd pay you more not to."
"Burn," House replied. "But don't worry, I wasn't really thinking of broadcasting my nubile young body out into cyberspace."
"That's-"
"Your nubile young body on the other hand..."
Three
“Do they have a thing?” Wilson asked quietly, gesturing vaguely in Chase and Cameron’s direction. “They seem…thingy.”
House didn’t look up from his Gameboy. “If by thingy you mean brittle and awkward, then yes, I’d have to agree. The real question is, how did you manage to miss this fascinating little relationship for the last two weeks? I suspect years in oncology have dulled your senses.”
“Oh yeah? That’s not what you said last night.” House looked up in time to catch Wilson's suggestive smirk, which turned into the most amusingly embarrassed expression of woe when Cuddy cleared her throat.
Four
Wilson couldn’t quite meet House’s eyes. He had the distinct feeling there was about to be trouble. “Look, I know I said I’d be able to leave work early tonight, but…”
“I ain’t no hollaback girl,” House said, looking annoyed.
“What does that even mean?” Wilson replied, confused.
House paused, pulled a face that would’ve looked at home on a gargoyle, then seemed to come to a satisfactory answer. “If you don’t know what it means then you’re not cool enough for me to tell you,” he declared.
Wilson sighed. “You know, next time just tell me you don’t know.”
Five
Their relationship is two parts immaturity and one part lust.
When Wilson’s beeper goes off in the middle of the blowjob House is giving him, House just has to laugh at the expression of frustrated disbelief on his face.
“I guess that’s why they call it on-call-ogy, eh?” House doubles over laughing at his own wit while Wilson struggles with his zipper, his sanity, and a smile.
Wilson has shrugged his coat on and is just ducking out the door when he catches House’s intense stare. As he starts his car, he thinks maybe it’s not lust after all.
Author: Sketch
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13 (for sex and really bad puns)
Word Count: 100 each
Summary: House and Wilson and Wilson's pager, oh my.
Disclaimer: House and Wilson aren't mine. *pout*
Notes: Not. Deep. :D Just some light, shippy drabbles. Set around 'Safe,' just because.
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One
It’s not all the time, House tells himself, although what that’s supposed to mean he doesn’t know. But it’s true. Most of the time when he looks at Wilson, that’s what he sees. Dr. Wilson, his friend and colleague, a genius with cancer and women, occasionally at the same time, and he of the many failed relationships.
But sometimes, when he looks at Wilson, he doesn’t see the pocket protector and the lab coat. He sees James, a young man still, but approaching middle age, with dark brown eyes and a pain in his soul.
And he’s attracted to James.
Two
House had invaded Wilson’s office over an hour ago, complaining of a severe case of Cuddy-itis. His self-prescribed cure appeared to be ‘saving’ Wilson from the drudgery of paperwork.
He looked at Wilson contemplatively. "I was thinking of installing a webcam in my shower. How much do you think the nurses would pay?"
Wilson didn't look up from his charting. "I think they'd pay you more not to."
"Burn," House replied. "But don't worry, I wasn't really thinking of broadcasting my nubile young body out into cyberspace."
"That's-"
"Your nubile young body on the other hand..."
Three
“Do they have a thing?” Wilson asked quietly, gesturing vaguely in Chase and Cameron’s direction. “They seem…thingy.”
House didn’t look up from his Gameboy. “If by thingy you mean brittle and awkward, then yes, I’d have to agree. The real question is, how did you manage to miss this fascinating little relationship for the last two weeks? I suspect years in oncology have dulled your senses.”
“Oh yeah? That’s not what you said last night.” House looked up in time to catch Wilson's suggestive smirk, which turned into the most amusingly embarrassed expression of woe when Cuddy cleared her throat.
Four
Wilson couldn’t quite meet House’s eyes. He had the distinct feeling there was about to be trouble. “Look, I know I said I’d be able to leave work early tonight, but…”
“I ain’t no hollaback girl,” House said, looking annoyed.
“What does that even mean?” Wilson replied, confused.
House paused, pulled a face that would’ve looked at home on a gargoyle, then seemed to come to a satisfactory answer. “If you don’t know what it means then you’re not cool enough for me to tell you,” he declared.
Wilson sighed. “You know, next time just tell me you don’t know.”
Five
Their relationship is two parts immaturity and one part lust.
When Wilson’s beeper goes off in the middle of the blowjob House is giving him, House just has to laugh at the expression of frustrated disbelief on his face.
“I guess that’s why they call it on-call-ogy, eh?” House doubles over laughing at his own wit while Wilson struggles with his zipper, his sanity, and a smile.
Wilson has shrugged his coat on and is just ducking out the door when he catches House’s intense stare. As he starts his car, he thinks maybe it’s not lust after all.