Ninja
Title: Ninja
Author: kick_back_80s
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Rating: G, I believe
Pairing: None
Summary: Wilson's hidden in the shadows, unable to be seen by mere mortals.
A/N: OKAY SO... I asked for Pirate!Wilson (a long time ago in one of the now defunct Open Conversations... which, speaking of, might start going back up when I get back to school) and crystal_ss came through... and in return asked for ninja!Wilson. So... here we go.
Wilson's hidden in the shadows, unable to be seen by mere mortals. House, no matter how much he might delude himself into thinking otherwise, is one of these mortals. So, quietly, quickly, from shadow to shadow, hidden space to hidden space, Wilson creeps around Princeton-Plainsboro, looking out for those who need it, and making sure House stays in line.
Which he's currently not doing. Time to make his presence known, Wilson supposes, walking into Exam Room One.
"Don't you have a patient?" Wilson asks.
House doesn't look up from his magazine. "I have a team. They're handling it."
Wilson, hands on hips, shakes his head. "The point of you having a team wasn't so you'd pawn your work off on them."
The magazine moves down enough so that House can look at Wilson like he's crazy. "Then what is the point?"
"It's a learning experience."
House goes back to his magazine.
Sighing, Wilson walks over to where House is sitting and takes the magazine from him. "Go. Work. Now."
House glares at him, but gets up.
Once he's out the door, Wilson goes back to lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next time his services are needed.
Author: kick_back_80s
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Rating: G, I believe
Pairing: None
Summary: Wilson's hidden in the shadows, unable to be seen by mere mortals.
A/N: OKAY SO... I asked for Pirate!Wilson (a long time ago in one of the now defunct Open Conversations... which, speaking of, might start going back up when I get back to school) and crystal_ss came through... and in return asked for ninja!Wilson. So... here we go.
Wilson's hidden in the shadows, unable to be seen by mere mortals. House, no matter how much he might delude himself into thinking otherwise, is one of these mortals. So, quietly, quickly, from shadow to shadow, hidden space to hidden space, Wilson creeps around Princeton-Plainsboro, looking out for those who need it, and making sure House stays in line.
Which he's currently not doing. Time to make his presence known, Wilson supposes, walking into Exam Room One.
"Don't you have a patient?" Wilson asks.
House doesn't look up from his magazine. "I have a team. They're handling it."
Wilson, hands on hips, shakes his head. "The point of you having a team wasn't so you'd pawn your work off on them."
The magazine moves down enough so that House can look at Wilson like he's crazy. "Then what is the point?"
"It's a learning experience."
House goes back to his magazine.
Sighing, Wilson walks over to where House is sitting and takes the magazine from him. "Go. Work. Now."
House glares at him, but gets up.
Once he's out the door, Wilson goes back to lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next time his services are needed.