guess who's coming to dinner

[13palindrome31]

Who: Gregory House, Angie Wilson-House, Thirteen, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy and Hawkeye Pierce (plus Thicket the ferret.)
What: Preparations for dinner.
Where: Thirteen's kitchen and front yard
When: The afternoon shortly after House and Wilson's Serious Discussion
Status: Complete.

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[pwnsgod]

House agreed to this s.n.a.f.u. because he wanted the food. That's the only reason. Wilson had been "missing" (presumed dead) for six months. Meaning House had spent the past six months eating take-out, frozen food, and crap from cans. Wilson could cook. Why shouldn't House exploit that fact? Wilson should cook dinner tonight (and the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that). House deserved a good meal

[13palindrome31]

Oh god it was House and Angie. Thirteen took two steps back, holding the ruler in one hand and then the other, nervously fidgeting. "Um, h-hi. Did - did you, um, want to - want to come in or - or something? I - I'm sorry it's - it - it's such a - a mess."

These are the same people you talked to yesterday. part of her mind snapped. Quit being an idiot.

Yes, but they're in /here/ now, which is almost worse if possible, the other half of her mind retorted. They'll see things.

What things?

God knows, with /him/. He notices everything.

The first half of her mind had to concede that this might, possibly, be something of a problem, but she couldn't back out now.

[pwnsgod]

House barged into the living room and found it disgustingly clean. Oh, great, she wasn't just agoraphobic, she was OCD.

Angie smiled and said, "We're here to invite you to dinner. Daddy's cooking."

[13palindrome31]

"No no no! Shoes off! Shoes off, shoes off, you've been outside." She pointed the ruler at House sternly. "God knows what you-you're dragging in with you. And put them nicely by the door on the left with the rest of the shoes, don't just throw them."

That done, she turned her attention to Angie, who was hopefully going to be more cooperative, or at least nicer about it. "That's lovely, Angie! I - I just need to ... to finish up the cookies, and get ready to leave, and then we can - we can go." Thirteen turned back toward the kitchen and started to run the metal ruler under hot water. Steam rose from the sink, but she seemed to pay it no mind. "Take your shoes off and leave them at the door - neatly, neatly, lined up next to mine - and make sure your dad takes his off too, because I'm sure he'll probably try to get out of it."

[reluctant_pawn]

Why did he agree to this? This town had obviously done something to his brain. Babysitting toddlers for Potter. Having dinner with a psychotic, his recently shagged best friend, and said friend's dead husband.

No doubt Angie would try and poison his food.

He could give House the Veritaserum and leave. That would be the wisest course of action.

So why did he plan on staying to watch the train wreck?

Sighing, he knocked on the door of House's neighbor and starting counting the minutes until he could leave.

[13palindrome31]

Thirteen shrieked and dropped the stack of plastic dishes, sending them flying and scattering. The sleeping ferret woke up and ran over to stick his head out the mail slot, and she limped toward the door.
Maybe putting padding on the door and disconnecting the doorbell. Yes.
She retrieved Thicket from the mail slot and jerked the door open. "Who the hell are you? Oh, never mind, you're probably House's fault - come in if you have to but take your shoes off at the door and no whining about it."
Now she had to wash all those dishes that had been on the floor. She was going to murder House. As soon as she figured out how to do so without getting too dirty, that was.

[pwnsgod]

"No need!" House turned around and walked toward Sev. He did not want to continue his current conversation with Angie. She would not understand. House needed Snape to help him prove that Wilson was Wilson. He could never be apart of Angie's perfect family without this first. He needed to know the truth; or he'd never trust Wilson again.

"Angie, Thirteen, come. Back to our house. I'm sure Wilson's half way through the preparations by now."

[reluctant_pawn]

She shrieked even worse than Teddy throwing a tantrum.

Was that a ferret? That fact that it made him think of Draco surely made him a horrible godfather. Not that it would surprise anyone. It was only surprising when he acted as though he gave a damn. Granted, there were very few cases in which he actually did.

Severus would be damned if he'd take his boots off, though he was spared the indignity by House practically pulling him out of the house.

[grandprat]

All in all this whole being stuck in Canada was not too bad especially considering it meant father couldn't find him. Which was a relief actually. he hadn't meant to break the Pimp Stick but apparently it wasn't very aerodynamic.

Oh well. And was that Sev? Why was he milling around in someone's yard, and since when did Sev mill about?

"Sev?"

[reluctant_pawn]

Severus nearly sagged with relief. He didn't even bother excusing himself, instead he made a beeline for his godson.

"You have two choices. Either fake a horrid illness, or you are joining me for dinner." He looked back toward his host, and realized that faking an illness wasn't an option. Muggle idiots would try and cure Draco with needles and all manner of barbaric means.

"On second thought, you have no choice. You're joining us for dinner."

He cupped Draco around the back of his neck, and gave him a little shove toward the group. "House! Add another setting at the table!"

[pwnsgod]

"What? Who's the punk?"

[reluctant_pawn]

"My godson. He stays, or I go," Severus said, knowing he would need an ally in this mess. Wilson couldn't possibly want him there, the woman was crazed, the child hated him, and oh Merlin, was that someone else coming to the party?

[bfpierce]

Hawkeye had finally closed up shop at the office, there'd been a cold and a sprained wrist, nothing he couldn't handle, even being 50 years out of date. He started the few block trek to the bus station and then out to the docks. Noriko knew he'd be late tonight so he didn't have to worry about her.

Well well well, he stopped and cocked his head to one side at the sight of Thirteen locking and unlocking a door multiple times. She had an entourage too.

"I think the lock works, might wanna try the door knocker." He yelled at her as he leaned up against the front fence.

[13palindrome31]

Thirteen shrieked, dropped her bag of plates and nearly fell backwards down the steps. Thicket jumped off her shoulders in an attempt to stay upright and sniffed Hawkeye's hand, chittering at him in a friendly fashion.

"I - I just have to make sure it's locked and stays locked." she stuttered, getting to her feet again and staring disconsolately at her dirty hands. "Oh hellfire, I'm a mess."

[bfpierce]

Hawk picked Thicket up then put him on his shoulder, he'd gotten way to used to Radars furry critters. He good naturedly rolled his eyes and walked up the steps to Thirteen.

"Breathe? You know that thing you do with you're lungs?" He picked the keys up, locked the door then handed them to her. "See? Locked?" He pushed the door and it stayed shut. "A heard of wild bison couldn't get in there."

[13palindrome31]

"Oh god. There are way too many people in my yard and I swear I'm going to pass out or throw up and if I throw up I am throwing up on him." She jerked her head toward the offending doctor and scowled, scooping up her bag of plates. "House! I hate you!"

[deftdexter]

James Wilson died on November 29, 2007, from massive internal bleeding. So why, and more importantly, how, could he have just entered 221B Baker Street. He looked good for a dead man. No flaking skin, no pale complexion. He looked alive, healthy, normal

[pwnsgod]

This is how Draco must feel when he thinks about him and his godfather together. House watched Hawkeye and Thirteen interact -- did he dare call it flirting -- in horror and disgust. How awkward and unsettling. Yet, other the other hand, they both were crazy. It kind of... made sense.

House averted his attention to Severus and Draco, who were having their own private s(n)ide conversations. He was about to say something when a jogger said "Excuse me?"

House glared at him, really gave him the once over, and said, "What? You can't go around? Or run in the road?"

[deftdexter]

"Running in the road creates unnecessary danger," I said with a smile, "and violates traffic laws."

[bfpierce]

"Yes, and we can't be violating traffic laws. Something bad might happen." He said it in that Hawkeye sarcastic tone any member of the 4077th would have been able to identify in a heartbeat.