Oct 22, 2010 00:06
“Yes, well,
excuse me if I don’t find ghosts all that funny,” Wilson snapped,
slamming his armful of manila folders down on the desk. House shot out his cane
to keep from getting whacked by the office door.
He smirked. “You’re
just embarrassed because I scared the living crap out of you,” he said, limping
over to the sofa and taking a seat. House set his cane beside him and bent to
massage his leg. “Honestly, Wilson, I’ve never seen you leap so high.”
Wilson flopped
into his desk chair, huffing out a breath that ruffled the hair falling forward
onto his forehead. He knew House was completely immune to his patented
exasperated look, but he tried it none the less. “What, you have no pity on me?
No empathy?”
“Nope,” House
replied with relish. “Come on, you know me better than that.”
“Hope springs
eternal,” Wilson said wistfully. He ran his hands through his hair, mussing it
beyond all recall, and stood, walking around the desk with what could almost have
been called a saunter. He smiled a little half-smile, one eyebrow tilted in an
open invitation. “You’ve had your fun; why don’t you just let me delete the
video file?”
House leaned back
into the sofa, and a corner of his mouth twitched. “Why, Wilson, I’d think you
were trying to seduce me, if I didn’t know your track record with women.
Actually, now that I think about it, said record is pretty miserable -“
“Besides which,”
Wilson said airily, drawing ever closer, “we both know I’ve got a bit of a
track record with everyone.”
House laughed. “You
slut.” Wilson sat beside him on the sofa, moving the cane to the other end so
it was out of his friend’s reach. He shrugged, as if in resigned consent, and
placed one hand on House’s hip pocket, where he generally kept his phone.
“As much as I
hate to interrupt your train of thought,” House said, and stopped as his own
was completely derailed; Wilson, finding the pocket empty, had slid his hand
across the front of House’s jeans, and House inhaled sharply as he leaned
closer still.
Wilson looked at
him from beneath his eyelashes. House realized they were close enough for him
to distinguish the several shades of blue and gray in Wilson’s eyes and became
slightly alarmed. “I’m pathetically easy,” Wilson whispered, his breath against
House’s cheek. “Just give me the video and I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Yes, well,”
House said, his voice cracking embarrassingly on the first syllable. “Unfortunately,
I’ve already sent it to all of Oncology.”
Wilson looked
momentarily irate, but soon just slumped against his shoulder in despair.
fandom: house md,
genre: humor,
fic,
the october 13,
rated: pg