Ringing In [House MD; House/Wilson]
TITLE: Ringing In
FANDOM: House, M.D.
PAIRING: House/Wilson-esque
SPOILERS: None
RATING: G
SUMMARY:
*****
"Hey, look at that! It's midnight," Greg House announced, watching the Times Square ball complete its drop on television. He turned to his comrades (well, employees, boss, and reluctant best friend). "Happy New Year, everyone."
But not everyone looked so thrilled. Chase had his head down on his folded arms, practically sprawled across the table. Cameron was beside him, elbow propped on the table and head leaning sluggishly against her fist, with a noisemaker sticking out between her lips. Foreman was leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him looking terribly bored. Wilson was rolling his eyes from his spot against the glass window, just behind Cameron. And Cuddy was glaring over in the corner.
"Come on, where's your enthusiasm?" House glanced at each one of them.
Cuddy shot a disbelieving look in Wilson's direction. "New Year's rolls around and he turns into Santa Claus on Prozac. Getting laid."
"At Disneyland," Wilson chimed in with a smirk. To his friend, he directed his question. "House, why do you like New Year's? It's so unlike you."
"Because it symbolizes the celebration of a bunch of drunk strangers looking at lights and groping each other. I love it."
Cameron blew her noisemaker unenthusiastically.
"And I think we all know what happens at midnight." House raised his eyebrows and panned his eyes around the room. "Huh? A kiss. The traditional New Year's kiss. So, who wants the privilege this year?" He immediately looked to Cuddy, puckering his lips.
Cuddy just rolled her eyes and rose to her feet. "If you can call that a privilege," she grumbled, heading for the door and pulling it open. "I'm going to go enjoy the privilege of paperwork." And out she went.
"Love you too, Buttercup!" House shouted after her, facetiously. He shook his head to himself. "The honeymoon's over, I guess." Next, he looked to Foreman.
Foreman took that as his cue to leave. "Uh, I'll go check on our patient, guys." House had never seen him move so quickly.
"Chase?" he tried next. "Come on."
Chase shook his head without removing it from his folded arms.
Cameron was next. House waggled his eyebrows at her and grinned. "Whaddya say, Hot-Lips?" he teased, making kissy noises at her.
Cameron plucked her noisemaker from her mouth, glaring at him almost disgustedly. "Forget it."
House was taken aback. "Wow, a year ago you would've been all over me."
"Yeah, well, a year ago you wouldn't have made us work on New Year's Eve," she shot back irritatedly.
He made a face at her. "Oh, you'll get over it I'm sure." He huffed. "Come on, it's New Year's! And it's midnight! Somebody has to kiss me."
"No!" Chase and Cameron shouted in unison.
But House refused to let up. "Somebody kiss me! Somebody kiss me! Somebody--"
"Alright, alright!" Wilson stepped forward, grabbed his friend by the face, and leaned in to kiss him firmly on the lips. After several seconds, he pulled back.
House's mouth was in the shape of a small 'o' as he stared at Wilson in shock. Chase and Cameron wore twin slack-jawed expressions at witnessing the exchange.
After a moment, House closed his mouth, tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes contemplatively at Wilson. "Anyone ever tell you you have very soft lips?"
Wilson just tilted his head in return, glaring facetiously. "House..."
"Yeah?"
"Take your hand off my ass."
FIN
Dedication: to spookster831 for the First Kiss meme!
FANDOM: House, M.D.
PAIRING: House/Wilson-esque
SPOILERS: None
RATING: G
SUMMARY:
*****
"Hey, look at that! It's midnight," Greg House announced, watching the Times Square ball complete its drop on television. He turned to his comrades (well, employees, boss, and reluctant best friend). "Happy New Year, everyone."
But not everyone looked so thrilled. Chase had his head down on his folded arms, practically sprawled across the table. Cameron was beside him, elbow propped on the table and head leaning sluggishly against her fist, with a noisemaker sticking out between her lips. Foreman was leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him looking terribly bored. Wilson was rolling his eyes from his spot against the glass window, just behind Cameron. And Cuddy was glaring over in the corner.
"Come on, where's your enthusiasm?" House glanced at each one of them.
Cuddy shot a disbelieving look in Wilson's direction. "New Year's rolls around and he turns into Santa Claus on Prozac. Getting laid."
"At Disneyland," Wilson chimed in with a smirk. To his friend, he directed his question. "House, why do you like New Year's? It's so unlike you."
"Because it symbolizes the celebration of a bunch of drunk strangers looking at lights and groping each other. I love it."
Cameron blew her noisemaker unenthusiastically.
"And I think we all know what happens at midnight." House raised his eyebrows and panned his eyes around the room. "Huh? A kiss. The traditional New Year's kiss. So, who wants the privilege this year?" He immediately looked to Cuddy, puckering his lips.
Cuddy just rolled her eyes and rose to her feet. "If you can call that a privilege," she grumbled, heading for the door and pulling it open. "I'm going to go enjoy the privilege of paperwork." And out she went.
"Love you too, Buttercup!" House shouted after her, facetiously. He shook his head to himself. "The honeymoon's over, I guess." Next, he looked to Foreman.
Foreman took that as his cue to leave. "Uh, I'll go check on our patient, guys." House had never seen him move so quickly.
"Chase?" he tried next. "Come on."
Chase shook his head without removing it from his folded arms.
Cameron was next. House waggled his eyebrows at her and grinned. "Whaddya say, Hot-Lips?" he teased, making kissy noises at her.
Cameron plucked her noisemaker from her mouth, glaring at him almost disgustedly. "Forget it."
House was taken aback. "Wow, a year ago you would've been all over me."
"Yeah, well, a year ago you wouldn't have made us work on New Year's Eve," she shot back irritatedly.
He made a face at her. "Oh, you'll get over it I'm sure." He huffed. "Come on, it's New Year's! And it's midnight! Somebody has to kiss me."
"No!" Chase and Cameron shouted in unison.
But House refused to let up. "Somebody kiss me! Somebody kiss me! Somebody--"
"Alright, alright!" Wilson stepped forward, grabbed his friend by the face, and leaned in to kiss him firmly on the lips. After several seconds, he pulled back.
House's mouth was in the shape of a small 'o' as he stared at Wilson in shock. Chase and Cameron wore twin slack-jawed expressions at witnessing the exchange.
After a moment, House closed his mouth, tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes contemplatively at Wilson. "Anyone ever tell you you have very soft lips?"
Wilson just tilted his head in return, glaring facetiously. "House..."
"Yeah?"
"Take your hand off my ass."
FIN
Dedication: to spookster831 for the First Kiss meme!