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"Unsettled", House/Wilson fluff
Category: House/Wilson fluff
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Down Low
Summary: New place, same House.
“Unsettled” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
“You’re late,” House said as Wilson walked through the door,
juggling his keys, briefcase and the mail. “I was working,” he said.
“Something I see you didn’t do today.”
House turned the volume down on the TV. “I was sick.” He faked
a cough that wouldn’t fool anyone.
Wilson rolled his eyes as he set his briefcase down and glanced
through the stack of mail in his hand.
“Okay, so I wasn’t sick,” House admitted. “I was having a bad hair
day. I just couldn’t let everyone see me like this. You know how
I pride myself in my appearance.”
“Right. I constantly can’t tell the difference between you and
Gary Cooper.” Wilson shed his coat and loosened his tie.
“How did you know I wasn’t at work?” he asked.
“Your team came to my office looking for you,” Wilson said,
hanging his coat in the closet. He tossed the mail on a nearby
sealed cardboard box.
“Oh, and here I thought you missed me,” he said, feigning
sadness.
“Did you call them back?” Wilson asked.
“Who?”
“Your team,” Wilson said.
“Oh, that’s what that beeping was – my pager,” House confessed.
“I just thought it was a truck out on the street.” He turned up the
volume on the television. “I could of, but I’ve been watching a
marathon of Top Chef and Medical Mysteries. Well, Medical Mysteries
got boring, since they’re too easy, so Top Chef won out.”
Wilson plopped down on the sofa. “Since you were home, you
could’ve started unpacking some of these boxes.” He pointed to
the rows of stacked cardboard boxes lining the wall.
“Can’t,” House replied. “Crippled.” He pointed to his leg.
“Remember?”
“So, I’m supposed to do everything around here?” Wilson said.
“After working late every night this week.”
“Yeah, why have you been doing that?” House asked. “It’s not
like your patients are going to get any better. Well, some might, but
essentially you’re wasting your time.”
“Cancer is not a death sentence,” Wilson reminded him.
“Do you have the cure for it?” House asked. “No, I didn’t
think so. Your time is better spent here taking care of me.”
Wilson got up from the couch. “I’m going to go and change.”
House returned his attention to the TV until Wilson came back,
wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. He headed into the kitchen.
“What’s for dinner?” House called out.
****
END (1/1)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The Down Low
Summary: New place, same House.
“Unsettled” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
“You’re late,” House said as Wilson walked through the door,
juggling his keys, briefcase and the mail. “I was working,” he said.
“Something I see you didn’t do today.”
House turned the volume down on the TV. “I was sick.” He faked
a cough that wouldn’t fool anyone.
Wilson rolled his eyes as he set his briefcase down and glanced
through the stack of mail in his hand.
“Okay, so I wasn’t sick,” House admitted. “I was having a bad hair
day. I just couldn’t let everyone see me like this. You know how
I pride myself in my appearance.”
“Right. I constantly can’t tell the difference between you and
Gary Cooper.” Wilson shed his coat and loosened his tie.
“How did you know I wasn’t at work?” he asked.
“Your team came to my office looking for you,” Wilson said,
hanging his coat in the closet. He tossed the mail on a nearby
sealed cardboard box.
“Oh, and here I thought you missed me,” he said, feigning
sadness.
“Did you call them back?” Wilson asked.
“Who?”
“Your team,” Wilson said.
“Oh, that’s what that beeping was – my pager,” House confessed.
“I just thought it was a truck out on the street.” He turned up the
volume on the television. “I could of, but I’ve been watching a
marathon of Top Chef and Medical Mysteries. Well, Medical Mysteries
got boring, since they’re too easy, so Top Chef won out.”
Wilson plopped down on the sofa. “Since you were home, you
could’ve started unpacking some of these boxes.” He pointed to
the rows of stacked cardboard boxes lining the wall.
“Can’t,” House replied. “Crippled.” He pointed to his leg.
“Remember?”
“So, I’m supposed to do everything around here?” Wilson said.
“After working late every night this week.”
“Yeah, why have you been doing that?” House asked. “It’s not
like your patients are going to get any better. Well, some might, but
essentially you’re wasting your time.”
“Cancer is not a death sentence,” Wilson reminded him.
“Do you have the cure for it?” House asked. “No, I didn’t
think so. Your time is better spent here taking care of me.”
Wilson got up from the couch. “I’m going to go and change.”
House returned his attention to the TV until Wilson came back,
wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. He headed into the kitchen.
“What’s for dinner?” House called out.
****
END (1/1)
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Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
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Thanks so much for your kind words. :)
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked it. :)