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House ficlets
First one's for Meyer. Allison/House. Second's just silly. House and Wilson, and ALL B's fault. I didn't need the image of Deadpool as Dr. Wilson, thanks... Vague spoilers for the most recent episodes.
Blahnotmine.PGblah.
House isn't everyone, of course. He's only one person. One man, in fact.
It shouldn't aggravate her this much that he doesn't like her.
But it does. It niggles under her skin until she catches herself watching him at odd moments, as if hoping to catch him by surprise 'liking' her.
"He says he doesn't like me."
Dr. Wilson is busy, but he rolls his eyes and lets her walk with him. "He doesn't like anyone."
"But, I mean..." She's confused.
"Look. What are you worried about? Your job? He's not going to fire you because he doesn't like you."
"No, it's--" But she doesn't want to say, so she shakes her head. "Never mind."
At night, she remembers him poking and prodding away at her until she admitted all of her faults. What made her tick. She'd thought they'd reached some sort of understanding. She was obviously wrong.
"Did he take you to monster trucks?"
"What? Yes."
Wilson nods. "So stop asking me silly questions, and behave like an adult and a doctor."
He's gone, then. And she wonders if he knows just how much like House he sounds.
Probably.
But then, they're most likely going to all end up sounding like him one day.
Behave, he told her. She shakes her head and turns to go back to her duties. There are letters to file, emails to answer. And House to deal with. And on a good day, he doesn't like her.
Maybe he's lying.
NUMBER TWO:
"Yay now is fighty time, blood blood blood!"
Dr. House peered across the room at the slightly comatose form of Dr. Wilson. "Are you mumbling again?"
"Yes! I am mumbling a lot. A lot a lot a lot."
With a sigh at his younger colleague, House stood and hobbled towards the door. "Remind me never to fall asleep in this lounge again."
"I'm not drunk!"
"Did I say you were?"
Wilson was suddenly in front of him, eyes glittering, mouth stretched in a wide-lipped smile. "No, no, but if I were it would be so fitting, wouldn't it? Yet another doctor, washing out because he can't cut it."
"Oh, now I see. This is a plea for help." Pushing past, House continued towards the door. "If you'll excuse me, I left my ability to help in my lab coat."
"You don't wear a lab coat."
"Exactly."
"It won't work."
"Actually, it seems to be working fine." House stepped into the hallway.
"Just because I'm easier to get rid of than you doesn't mean it'll happen."
"And that's why you're so studiously sober, I know."
Wilson was silent for a moment, then he shook his head. "Fine. Worry about yourself."
"I never do anything else."
Blahnotmine.PGblah.
House isn't everyone, of course. He's only one person. One man, in fact.
It shouldn't aggravate her this much that he doesn't like her.
But it does. It niggles under her skin until she catches herself watching him at odd moments, as if hoping to catch him by surprise 'liking' her.
"He says he doesn't like me."
Dr. Wilson is busy, but he rolls his eyes and lets her walk with him. "He doesn't like anyone."
"But, I mean..." She's confused.
"Look. What are you worried about? Your job? He's not going to fire you because he doesn't like you."
"No, it's--" But she doesn't want to say, so she shakes her head. "Never mind."
At night, she remembers him poking and prodding away at her until she admitted all of her faults. What made her tick. She'd thought they'd reached some sort of understanding. She was obviously wrong.
"Did he take you to monster trucks?"
"What? Yes."
Wilson nods. "So stop asking me silly questions, and behave like an adult and a doctor."
He's gone, then. And she wonders if he knows just how much like House he sounds.
Probably.
But then, they're most likely going to all end up sounding like him one day.
Behave, he told her. She shakes her head and turns to go back to her duties. There are letters to file, emails to answer. And House to deal with. And on a good day, he doesn't like her.
Maybe he's lying.
NUMBER TWO:
"Yay now is fighty time, blood blood blood!"
Dr. House peered across the room at the slightly comatose form of Dr. Wilson. "Are you mumbling again?"
"Yes! I am mumbling a lot. A lot a lot a lot."
With a sigh at his younger colleague, House stood and hobbled towards the door. "Remind me never to fall asleep in this lounge again."
"I'm not drunk!"
"Did I say you were?"
Wilson was suddenly in front of him, eyes glittering, mouth stretched in a wide-lipped smile. "No, no, but if I were it would be so fitting, wouldn't it? Yet another doctor, washing out because he can't cut it."
"Oh, now I see. This is a plea for help." Pushing past, House continued towards the door. "If you'll excuse me, I left my ability to help in my lab coat."
"You don't wear a lab coat."
"Exactly."
"It won't work."
"Actually, it seems to be working fine." House stepped into the hallway.
"Just because I'm easier to get rid of than you doesn't mean it'll happen."
"And that's why you're so studiously sober, I know."
Wilson was silent for a moment, then he shook his head. "Fine. Worry about yourself."
"I never do anything else."