024. Colleagues
Title: To Arrive
Characters/Pairing: House, Wilson
Prompt: 024. Colleagues
Word Count: 465
Rating: G, unless you are offended by Kirby's Dreamland.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: tranquil_eyes requested House and Wilson and friendship. This takes place before House meets Stacy, before Wilson meets Julie, and before Wilson is head of Oncology. I have never actually written House before, because I am pretty petrified of botching him. I'm very sorry if I did.
Gregory House arrives at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital with waves of brimstone and hell-fire. He doesn't talk to the other doctors; he barely acknowledges their presence. The most outgoing nurses are quickly silenced by blueblue eyes that always win at staring contests. He strides around the hospital as if he owns it, darting around, cutting in lines. (He's working on a case, he says.)
In his first three weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro, Gregory House converses with exactly two (2) people -- Lisa Cuddy and the janitor who cleans his office. It's only because he has to.
True, he has a few patients and he's coerced into working a few clinic hours, but those are hardly conversations. He can scare people into shutting up, and oh, how he knows it.
When Gregory House leaves Princeton-Plainsboro for the night, he plays his piano loudly enough for the neighbors to complain. And then he might read some medical journal. And then he will go to bed.
It's not as if he has anyone to stay up for. (He doesn't like to say he's alone. But he is.)
James Wilson's favorite nurse calls in sick a month after Gregory House arrives at Princeton-Plainsboro. The tables at the cafeteria are crowded with patients and doctors, and the only open seat he can find is at a table with the new head of the Diagnostics Department. (There are rumors that in a few years, if he plays his cards right, James Wilson will be the head of the Oncology Department.)
James Wilson slides into the seat across from the one Gregory House occupies. The diagnostician is engrossed with a new Nintendo Gameboy, and the oncologist isn't sure if his presence has been noted. (It's not as though he cares one way or the other, really.)
"So." House looks up.
"Yes?" Wilson has to talk around the bite of sandwich he's just put in his mouth.
"The flirty nurse isn't here today."
"You're watching me?" Wilson doesn't know whether or not he should leave.
"I watch. It's what they pay me the big bucks for." The eyes go back to the Gameboy, the fingers restless to get Kirby to the next level of Dreamland.
"Why are you so hostile?"
"Why'd you divorce the second wife?"
"How...?"
"The nurses talk. I listen, too."
"I imagine they pay you even bigger bucks for that, Dr. House."
"You can drop the 'doctor' part, Wilson."
"As you like." They don't talk after that, but it's a comfortable silence.
Although he would be loath to admit it just then, Gregory House has one (1) friend. He doesn't always sit alone at lunch; he calls James Wilson if he suspects cancer in a case. There is someone in his universe aside from only Gregory House.
It doesn't change him. (Much.)
Characters/Pairing: House, Wilson
Prompt: 024. Colleagues
Word Count: 465
Rating: G, unless you are offended by Kirby's Dreamland.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: tranquil_eyes requested House and Wilson and friendship. This takes place before House meets Stacy, before Wilson meets Julie, and before Wilson is head of Oncology. I have never actually written House before, because I am pretty petrified of botching him. I'm very sorry if I did.
Gregory House arrives at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital with waves of brimstone and hell-fire. He doesn't talk to the other doctors; he barely acknowledges their presence. The most outgoing nurses are quickly silenced by blueblue eyes that always win at staring contests. He strides around the hospital as if he owns it, darting around, cutting in lines. (He's working on a case, he says.)
In his first three weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro, Gregory House converses with exactly two (2) people -- Lisa Cuddy and the janitor who cleans his office. It's only because he has to.
True, he has a few patients and he's coerced into working a few clinic hours, but those are hardly conversations. He can scare people into shutting up, and oh, how he knows it.
When Gregory House leaves Princeton-Plainsboro for the night, he plays his piano loudly enough for the neighbors to complain. And then he might read some medical journal. And then he will go to bed.
It's not as if he has anyone to stay up for. (He doesn't like to say he's alone. But he is.)
James Wilson's favorite nurse calls in sick a month after Gregory House arrives at Princeton-Plainsboro. The tables at the cafeteria are crowded with patients and doctors, and the only open seat he can find is at a table with the new head of the Diagnostics Department. (There are rumors that in a few years, if he plays his cards right, James Wilson will be the head of the Oncology Department.)
James Wilson slides into the seat across from the one Gregory House occupies. The diagnostician is engrossed with a new Nintendo Gameboy, and the oncologist isn't sure if his presence has been noted. (It's not as though he cares one way or the other, really.)
"So." House looks up.
"Yes?" Wilson has to talk around the bite of sandwich he's just put in his mouth.
"The flirty nurse isn't here today."
"You're watching me?" Wilson doesn't know whether or not he should leave.
"I watch. It's what they pay me the big bucks for." The eyes go back to the Gameboy, the fingers restless to get Kirby to the next level of Dreamland.
"Why are you so hostile?"
"Why'd you divorce the second wife?"
"How...?"
"The nurses talk. I listen, too."
"I imagine they pay you even bigger bucks for that, Dr. House."
"You can drop the 'doctor' part, Wilson."
"As you like." They don't talk after that, but it's a comfortable silence.
Although he would be loath to admit it just then, Gregory House has one (1) friend. He doesn't always sit alone at lunch; he calls James Wilson if he suspects cancer in a case. There is someone in his universe aside from only Gregory House.
It doesn't change him. (Much.)