HouseFic!!
Yeah so it's after midnight and this needs a lot more editing, but I'm tired and sick and am going to bed! So you'll have to put up with it. It's not bad for something I wrote in my head during math class and only got down on "paper" a few minutes ago.
Haven't decided what to call it yet.
House/Wilson (if you squint and turn it sideways)
549 words (although I could probably cut it down to the drabble I had planned if I got rid of the parts I don't like)
G (maybe PG tops, but I don't think so)
Summary:It's Valentine's day. And there is House and flowers and an empty coffee cup.
AN: Just as Crappy fanfiction is born of boring afternoons, weird fanfiction is born of lonely Valentine's Days (you should see the one I wrote this time last year...). Conclusion? I really have to find myself a man.
When House stepped into his office that Tuesday morning in February, he had to do a double take. There, on his desk was a large bouquet of flowers. Nothing so cliché as a dozen roses, but a proper variety: Pinks, oranges, reds and whites of different shapes and sizes complemented each other nicely and looked extremely out of place next to his Gameboy and empty coffee cup.
Valentine’s Day, he reflected, was probably the stupidest holiday ever invented. It was just something the card companies made up to boost their profits after the Christmas rush was over. And all the lovey-dovey couples subscribed to it because it gave them a reason to be sappy and disgusting in public. Meanwhile it gave all the lonely and broken-hearted an excuse to dredge up bad memories and wallow in self-pity for a day.
House had plans for this Valentine’s Day. He would spend it as he had spent the last five Valentine’s days: Locked in his office with lots of painkillers, making a conscious effort not to think about Stacy. He was even ahead of his game this year. He had had a lot of practice not thinking about Stacy recently and had probably improved vastly on his technique.
But NOW, now his careful plans were interrupted. The floral valentine seemed to be radiating cheerfulness and one simply could not mope in its presents. It would have to go. He approached it carefully.
There was no doubt that it was from Cameron. She would have something to say about the holiday being a good excuse to show affection and be happy. Besides, she still had a crush on him, a fact which made him quite smug.
Yes, it had to be Cameron, but that wouldn’t stop him from teasing Cuddy about it. Of course he would have to jazz it up a bit: instead of an innocent bouquet, a hot pink thong and suggestive note.
He briefly entertained the thought that it could be from Chase. The boy was far too pretty to be straight, was always seeking his approval and…weren’t the Brits known for being a bunch of poufters?
There was a small note attached to the gaudy, pink ribbon that held the flowers together.
For which of your bad parts did I first fall in love with thee?It read.
He turned the card over. There was nothing else written. No name, not so much as a “From your Secret Admirer”.
Shakespeare… sort of. Would Cameron quote Shakespeare at him? Probably, but she would have picked something sappier, of that he was sure. Chase was definitely out though. Chase was feminine, but he wasn’t girly enough to go in for the poetry.
House glared at the flowers. He knew he should be satisfied with the idea that this was Cameron’s doing (It fit all the symptoms criteria), but somehow he wasn’t. He had a hunch; a feeling. He was missing something. This would distract him from his not thinking about Stacy all day. This did not bode well for whoever the guilty party turned out to be.
In his office, Wilson removed the flower shop’s receipt from his pocket and tossed it in the trash. It would not do for his wife to come across it doing the laundry.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Haven't decided what to call it yet.
House/Wilson (if you squint and turn it sideways)
549 words (although I could probably cut it down to the drabble I had planned if I got rid of the parts I don't like)
G (maybe PG tops, but I don't think so)
Summary:It's Valentine's day. And there is House and flowers and an empty coffee cup.
AN: Just as Crappy fanfiction is born of boring afternoons, weird fanfiction is born of lonely Valentine's Days (you should see the one I wrote this time last year...). Conclusion? I really have to find myself a man.
When House stepped into his office that Tuesday morning in February, he had to do a double take. There, on his desk was a large bouquet of flowers. Nothing so cliché as a dozen roses, but a proper variety: Pinks, oranges, reds and whites of different shapes and sizes complemented each other nicely and looked extremely out of place next to his Gameboy and empty coffee cup.
Valentine’s Day, he reflected, was probably the stupidest holiday ever invented. It was just something the card companies made up to boost their profits after the Christmas rush was over. And all the lovey-dovey couples subscribed to it because it gave them a reason to be sappy and disgusting in public. Meanwhile it gave all the lonely and broken-hearted an excuse to dredge up bad memories and wallow in self-pity for a day.
House had plans for this Valentine’s Day. He would spend it as he had spent the last five Valentine’s days: Locked in his office with lots of painkillers, making a conscious effort not to think about Stacy. He was even ahead of his game this year. He had had a lot of practice not thinking about Stacy recently and had probably improved vastly on his technique.
But NOW, now his careful plans were interrupted. The floral valentine seemed to be radiating cheerfulness and one simply could not mope in its presents. It would have to go. He approached it carefully.
There was no doubt that it was from Cameron. She would have something to say about the holiday being a good excuse to show affection and be happy. Besides, she still had a crush on him, a fact which made him quite smug.
Yes, it had to be Cameron, but that wouldn’t stop him from teasing Cuddy about it. Of course he would have to jazz it up a bit: instead of an innocent bouquet, a hot pink thong and suggestive note.
He briefly entertained the thought that it could be from Chase. The boy was far too pretty to be straight, was always seeking his approval and…weren’t the Brits known for being a bunch of poufters?
There was a small note attached to the gaudy, pink ribbon that held the flowers together.
For which of your bad parts did I first fall in love with thee?It read.
He turned the card over. There was nothing else written. No name, not so much as a “From your Secret Admirer”.
Shakespeare… sort of. Would Cameron quote Shakespeare at him? Probably, but she would have picked something sappier, of that he was sure. Chase was definitely out though. Chase was feminine, but he wasn’t girly enough to go in for the poetry.
House glared at the flowers. He knew he should be satisfied with the idea that this was Cameron’s doing (It fit all the symptoms criteria), but somehow he wasn’t. He had a hunch; a feeling. He was missing something. This would distract him from his not thinking about Stacy all day. This did not bode well for whoever the guilty party turned out to be.
In his office, Wilson removed the flower shop’s receipt from his pocket and tossed it in the trash. It would not do for his wife to come across it doing the laundry.
Happy Valentine's Day!