Wilson, House, and Wilson Chapter 3
I am having too much fun writing this fic! *bounces around*
Chapter three isn't as long as the others, but I love where I ended it.
Chapter 3
House doesn’t report any more bitings, and Wilson isn’t sure who to thank, House or the kitten. On Thursday, he swings by House’s to visit after work.
It takes House a little longer to get to the door than normal. As the door is swung open, it pushes a toy jingly-ball out of the way. Wilson steps inside and surveys the room. “You only have one kitten, right? Looks like 20!” He shakes his head, bemused. “So where is it?”
House smacks the jingly-ball with his cane. Wilson darts out from behind the couch, smacks it once, then skids into the kitchen, the little bells in the ball loud against the linoleum. There is a dull thump.
“Is he okay?” Wilson asks.
As if to answer the question, the kitten returns from the kitchen, ball clutched in his tiny mouth, proud of his capture. House sits down on the couch and Wilson trots over, triumphant with his prize. He scales House’s leg and dumps the ball next to him.
“You’ve had the kitten for less than a week and you have already taught him how to fetch?”
“Obviously.” House scratches behind the kitten’s ear.
Wilson sits down on the couch next to Wilson and lays his head back, eyes closed.
Curious about the new lump next to him, the kitten wanders a few paces closer to investigate. He sees something twitch and he crouches down, butt wiggling. Then he pounces.
The human Wilson yelps in surprise as his fingers are impaled by the tiny claws.
They yell startles the little cat. He leaps to the coffee table, falls off the edge-knocking three magazines with him-then scurries into the bedroom.
House starts to laugh.
“Am I going to need to wear gloves from now on?” Wilson complains as he rubs his hand.
House laughs harder.
“Now what is funny?”
“Wilson has to wear protection for when he comes over to visit.”
The oncologist groans.
Onward to Chapter 4
Chapter three isn't as long as the others, but I love where I ended it.
Chapter 3
House doesn’t report any more bitings, and Wilson isn’t sure who to thank, House or the kitten. On Thursday, he swings by House’s to visit after work.
It takes House a little longer to get to the door than normal. As the door is swung open, it pushes a toy jingly-ball out of the way. Wilson steps inside and surveys the room. “You only have one kitten, right? Looks like 20!” He shakes his head, bemused. “So where is it?”
House smacks the jingly-ball with his cane. Wilson darts out from behind the couch, smacks it once, then skids into the kitchen, the little bells in the ball loud against the linoleum. There is a dull thump.
“Is he okay?” Wilson asks.
As if to answer the question, the kitten returns from the kitchen, ball clutched in his tiny mouth, proud of his capture. House sits down on the couch and Wilson trots over, triumphant with his prize. He scales House’s leg and dumps the ball next to him.
“You’ve had the kitten for less than a week and you have already taught him how to fetch?”
“Obviously.” House scratches behind the kitten’s ear.
Wilson sits down on the couch next to Wilson and lays his head back, eyes closed.
Curious about the new lump next to him, the kitten wanders a few paces closer to investigate. He sees something twitch and he crouches down, butt wiggling. Then he pounces.
The human Wilson yelps in surprise as his fingers are impaled by the tiny claws.
They yell startles the little cat. He leaps to the coffee table, falls off the edge-knocking three magazines with him-then scurries into the bedroom.
House starts to laugh.
“Am I going to need to wear gloves from now on?” Wilson complains as he rubs his hand.
House laughs harder.
“Now what is funny?”
“Wilson has to wear protection for when he comes over to visit.”
The oncologist groans.
Onward to Chapter 4