House fic!
Pillowtalk
By Chloe (illiterate)
Note: This ficlet was brought on by a snipped of dialogue from this Tuesday’s House. It went something like this:
House: What’s that Foreman? You’re racist?!
Foreman: Thanks a lot, Chase… NO!
Anyway…. Have some fan-fiction about characters that obviously do not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. Enjoy!
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House knows everything about them.
He knows things about them before they know things about them. Every time Foreman buys something new… House knows. Every time Cameron has a patient slip her his number …House knows. House knows when they have fights with each other, fights with patients, even fights with people who have never come within 100 yards of the hospital. Somehow, he just always knows.
He knew when Cameron switched moisturizers. He knew when Chase forgot to pick up his dry cleaning for three weeks, and it wasn’t simply the extra bad ties that tipped him off. He just knew.
Cameron is convinced he’s put a video camera in her apartment-put video cameras in all their apartments.
Foreman disagrees, but says he wouldn’t put it past him.
Chase tends to say nothing at all, but he can commiserate, because House tends to know everything about him as well.
They even go so far as to ask Wilson if perhaps House has extra-sensory perception.
“ESP?” Wilson laughs at them. “The only extra sense House has is one that picks up on lies and the scent of Vicodin” Then he pauses and looks thoughtful. “Although,” he adds, “ESP would surely explain a lot.”
Thus, they wonder. How does he do it?
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Chase smiles, and it’s more of a smirk really. He’s lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, elbow on his pillow. He brushes a few strands of blondish hair out of his eyes and looks momentarily coy.
“You’ll have to give me something in return,” he says, and smirks again.
“What do you want?” His companion asks.
“Pair of new trousers and pancakes in the morning.”
“Did Vogler give you pants and breakfast ?”
Chase scowls and House rolls his eyes, says, “You know I’m not a large black man. Or Wilson.”
Chases considers his words. “You know,” he says, “you’re right.”
“Am I?” House raises an incredulous eyebrow.
“Certainly,” Chase grins. “I really ought to get over to Wilson’s. No bloody idea what I’m doing here. Here in the land of no pancakes.” Chase moves to get out of bed, and House makes no effort to stop him.
He does, however, tweak Chase’s bum and say dryly, “Oh very funny…now spill.”
“Pushy,” Chase says, but lies back down again. He snuggles up as close as House will let him and brings his lips close to House’s ear conspiratorially. Tastes the skin of House’s earlobe for a second before he says slowly, in his best impression of a phone sex girl, “Today a patient accused Foreman of being racist.” He smiles against House’s ear.
“Oh that’s fucking brilliant,” House says giddily. He bites his lip in awe. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” he says to Chase, not without affection.
“Let’s hope informing you about our colleagues isn’t the only one.” Chase frowns.
“Certainly not,” House says before pressing their lips together. “But payback’s a bitch.”
END
By Chloe (illiterate)
Note: This ficlet was brought on by a snipped of dialogue from this Tuesday’s House. It went something like this:
House: What’s that Foreman? You’re racist?!
Foreman: Thanks a lot, Chase… NO!
Anyway…. Have some fan-fiction about characters that obviously do not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. Enjoy!
--
House knows everything about them.
He knows things about them before they know things about them. Every time Foreman buys something new… House knows. Every time Cameron has a patient slip her his number …House knows. House knows when they have fights with each other, fights with patients, even fights with people who have never come within 100 yards of the hospital. Somehow, he just always knows.
He knew when Cameron switched moisturizers. He knew when Chase forgot to pick up his dry cleaning for three weeks, and it wasn’t simply the extra bad ties that tipped him off. He just knew.
Cameron is convinced he’s put a video camera in her apartment-put video cameras in all their apartments.
Foreman disagrees, but says he wouldn’t put it past him.
Chase tends to say nothing at all, but he can commiserate, because House tends to know everything about him as well.
They even go so far as to ask Wilson if perhaps House has extra-sensory perception.
“ESP?” Wilson laughs at them. “The only extra sense House has is one that picks up on lies and the scent of Vicodin” Then he pauses and looks thoughtful. “Although,” he adds, “ESP would surely explain a lot.”
Thus, they wonder. How does he do it?
--
Chase smiles, and it’s more of a smirk really. He’s lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, elbow on his pillow. He brushes a few strands of blondish hair out of his eyes and looks momentarily coy.
“You’ll have to give me something in return,” he says, and smirks again.
“What do you want?” His companion asks.
“Pair of new trousers and pancakes in the morning.”
“Did Vogler give you pants and breakfast ?”
Chase scowls and House rolls his eyes, says, “You know I’m not a large black man. Or Wilson.”
Chases considers his words. “You know,” he says, “you’re right.”
“Am I?” House raises an incredulous eyebrow.
“Certainly,” Chase grins. “I really ought to get over to Wilson’s. No bloody idea what I’m doing here. Here in the land of no pancakes.” Chase moves to get out of bed, and House makes no effort to stop him.
He does, however, tweak Chase’s bum and say dryly, “Oh very funny…now spill.”
“Pushy,” Chase says, but lies back down again. He snuggles up as close as House will let him and brings his lips close to House’s ear conspiratorially. Tastes the skin of House’s earlobe for a second before he says slowly, in his best impression of a phone sex girl, “Today a patient accused Foreman of being racist.” He smiles against House’s ear.
“Oh that’s fucking brilliant,” House says giddily. He bites his lip in awe. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” he says to Chase, not without affection.
“Let’s hope informing you about our colleagues isn’t the only one.” Chase frowns.
“Certainly not,” House says before pressing their lips together. “But payback’s a bitch.”
END