This was impossible. How the hell could Wilson have managed to sabotage his cane (again) without his knowledge?

Yet here he was, sprawled across the floor, face flushing with embarrassment. He’d slipped somehow-maybe Wilson had removed the rubber stop at the end of his cane.

“House! Are you-“

“Just fine, Booberella.” House muttered as Cuddy tried to ( Read more... )

It could easily be said that Greg House wasn’t a shy person. He was about the loudest, most obnoxious, intolerable man that most people ever met, face to face. His best friend, James Wilson, wasn’t really shy either-the loveable, outgoing face of oncology couldn’t really afford to be an introvert.

The two certainly weren’t shy with each other-years ( Read more... )

By the time Wilson showed up, the bike had already been towed, and the police had taken everyone’s statements. House was sitting on a large, splintery log laying on the side of the road.

“Are you alright?”

“Do I look like I’ve been run over or struck by lightning?” House replied as muted thunder rolled in the distance. The storm had passed over them ( Read more... )

House usually liked thunderstorms. The rain pattering against the earth was soothing, and somewhat refreshing. Of course, the whole thing was much more entrancing when you weren’t out in it.

The rain slapped noisily against his helmet. The motorcycle skittered uneasily over patches of water on the road.

“This couldn’t get any worse.” House grumbled.

( Read more... )

#50 Play

House didn’t know how he’d let himself be dragged to this. Fundraiser or not, free booze or not, sitting through some musical play about the Wicked witch of the west was unappealing at best. He’d avoided sitting by any ducklings, supervisors, or oncologists who’d organized this, but in the process had ended up uncomfortably close to the ( Read more... )

(Based on an actual Performer)
“This is your idea of fun? Watching a community theater reject caterwaul his way through ‘Ring of Fire’ with an accordion?”

“He’s actually very popular, House. Look at the tip jar.”

“The one marked ‘Hush fund’. Good advertising there.”

“It’s funny. And I can tell you like it: you’re tapping your foot.”

“It’s just a leg ( Read more... )

Prompt #34 Not Enough

House’s hand shook as he tapped the last pill out of the bottle. He’d already run through the prescription. Cuddy would have a fit when she found out. She’d know soon enough--he’d have to go to her for more. No one else would prescribe for him because of the moron Tritter.

The pain had become so much worse as of late. House had ( Read more... )

Prompt #72 Fixed

The medical tape wound around the broken halves of the shaft, making it back into a serviceable cane. For the moment, anyway. Wilson would pay for a new one-and unlike last time, this was actually his fault. Sawing through the wood was much more deliberate than when Hector had gnawed thru the last cane.

It had been ( Read more... )

Prompt #10 Shore

House gazed at the photo before him. It was an unassuming man, graying hair, dark eyes. He was well dressed, and squinting into the camera. This was the man that had ruined House’s life with strokes on a keyboard.

David Shore.

House had never heard the name before today. He’d searched for the man on-line, but couldn’t ( Read more... )

Prompt #16 Purple

“Purple and green stripes with yellow spots? What the hell Wilson, have you gone colorblind?”

“It was given to me by a patient.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to use it. Patients send me stuff all the time that I don’t use.”

“What do patients send you?”

“You know, court summons, poisoned chocolates, copies of “How to Win Friends and ( Read more... )