Dead And Buried - Two Days Later
Genre: crack
Words: 467
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened when House bailed on clinic duty.
Foreman felt good about his decision. Thirty clinic hours was a decent punishment, even if there were times he felt like picking up the phone, calling the police and getting it over with. The hospital had been so peaceful without House around. And the overall number of lawsuits had dropped dramatically. Now Foreman was going to have to increase legal budget.
Naturally House wasn't doing clinic duty; he was probably in his office playing with rubber bands. Or himself. Foreman looked in the office. No House. None of the fellows were in the office, either. Okay, so House and Wilson were probably playing the pink oboe in Wilson’s office. Sex was not a good enough reason to miss clinic duty. It crossed Foreman’s mind that it had been way too long since he’d sex. Maybe that sexy hospital records administrator…she was a stone fox...
Wilson’s office was empty, too. Foreman knew that House had signed in, he had to be in this hospital somewhere. He ran down a list of places to check: morgue, coma patients floor, pediatrics-
His attention was caught by the sounds of grunts and groans in the nurse’s linen closet. Dammit, why did those two have to do it all over the goddamned hospital? Did Wilson need a more comfortable office couch? What? Foreman grabbed the handle and yanked the door open.
“Oh my GOD!” yelped Park, leaping back from Adams. Their lab coats were on the floor, and both of them had their blouses open. Foreman was slightly surprised that Park had really nice tits. He sighed.
“Carry on, ladies.” He shut the door again. Dammit, who cared where House was, anyway? Foreman had much more important things to do. He returned to his office.
There was a small crowd of doctors, nurses and patients standing outside of it, some giggling, one man making a gagging noise.
“Excuse me, people, please move away from my office!” Foreman pushed through the throng.
To find the door locked. Even though he knew it was futile, Foreman shook the doorknob. Damn those two, they hadn’t closed the blinds! House and Wilson were grappling behind the couch, on his office floor! Thank the good Lord in Heaven they both had all of their clothes on.
House and Wilson stopped at the sound of Foreman pounding on the door. They lay still. Foreman could hear Wilson stifling a giggle.
Foreman turned and glared at the crowd. “If you want to get fired, stay right here. If you don’t want to get fired, get moving!” The doctors and nurses dispersed, and the patients were cowed enough by Foreman’s glare to scamper away. He turned back.
"House--"
“You can’t stop our love!” House yelled from behind the couch.
“FORTY HOURS OF CLINIC DUTY!”
Damn, why had he ever taken this job?
Words: 467
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened when House bailed on clinic duty.
Foreman felt good about his decision. Thirty clinic hours was a decent punishment, even if there were times he felt like picking up the phone, calling the police and getting it over with. The hospital had been so peaceful without House around. And the overall number of lawsuits had dropped dramatically. Now Foreman was going to have to increase legal budget.
Naturally House wasn't doing clinic duty; he was probably in his office playing with rubber bands. Or himself. Foreman looked in the office. No House. None of the fellows were in the office, either. Okay, so House and Wilson were probably playing the pink oboe in Wilson’s office. Sex was not a good enough reason to miss clinic duty. It crossed Foreman’s mind that it had been way too long since he’d sex. Maybe that sexy hospital records administrator…she was a stone fox...
Wilson’s office was empty, too. Foreman knew that House had signed in, he had to be in this hospital somewhere. He ran down a list of places to check: morgue, coma patients floor, pediatrics-
His attention was caught by the sounds of grunts and groans in the nurse’s linen closet. Dammit, why did those two have to do it all over the goddamned hospital? Did Wilson need a more comfortable office couch? What? Foreman grabbed the handle and yanked the door open.
“Oh my GOD!” yelped Park, leaping back from Adams. Their lab coats were on the floor, and both of them had their blouses open. Foreman was slightly surprised that Park had really nice tits. He sighed.
“Carry on, ladies.” He shut the door again. Dammit, who cared where House was, anyway? Foreman had much more important things to do. He returned to his office.
There was a small crowd of doctors, nurses and patients standing outside of it, some giggling, one man making a gagging noise.
“Excuse me, people, please move away from my office!” Foreman pushed through the throng.
To find the door locked. Even though he knew it was futile, Foreman shook the doorknob. Damn those two, they hadn’t closed the blinds! House and Wilson were grappling behind the couch, on his office floor! Thank the good Lord in Heaven they both had all of their clothes on.
House and Wilson stopped at the sound of Foreman pounding on the door. They lay still. Foreman could hear Wilson stifling a giggle.
Foreman turned and glared at the crowd. “If you want to get fired, stay right here. If you don’t want to get fired, get moving!” The doctors and nurses dispersed, and the patients were cowed enough by Foreman’s glare to scamper away. He turned back.
"House--"
“You can’t stop our love!” House yelled from behind the couch.
“FORTY HOURS OF CLINIC DUTY!”
Damn, why had he ever taken this job?