Ten Drabbles.
Ten drabbles, written in one day, to break myself out of writer's block ^^
All prompts are from promptlywriting.
Pairing: House/Wilson, House & Wilson friendship, gen
Rating: G. PG, at the most.
Disclaimer: Not mine, and all that.
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I. Prompt : "Nice Day for a Funeral"
House knows hallucinations when he sees them. Especially as the person sitting beside him is, well, the technical term would be "dead".
Dark eyes glimmering with barely-disguised humor and a quirky smile that has melted many a female (and one very male) heart, Wilson looks pretty good for a dead guy. House tells him so, much to the consternation of everyone in ear-shot.
Wilson doesn't reply, being dead and all. He stands at House's side, as ever, and is unfazed by the dirty looks shot in their direction as House announces drunkenly to the crowd, "Nice day for a funeral!"
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II. Prompt: "Temptation"
House is a devil.
Well, maybe just a demon, but certainly he is evil, no doubt about that.
What else could explain his teasing grins, those maddening smirks, the flirty insinuations, and so-quick-they-could-be-innocent touches.
Certainly he's no angel, but Wilson can't imagine that he could be attracted to House without some sort of fiendish intervention.
Every day it seems that House invents something new to tease him with, and every day it seems that he notices something about the man he's never seen before.
Deliver us from temptation, indeed. Honestly, Wilson isn't entirely sure he wants to be delivered.
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III. Prompt: "Vindictive"
House always gets his revenge.
Doesn't matter if the offense was given two minutes ago or ten years ago, he'll find a way to get his licks in.
Many a man (and quite a few women) have made the mistake of thinking that House would forget, their transgressions fading with time.
He's ruined them all, using nothing more than their own failings against them.
House takes pride in his revenge. Truth be told, he takes more than a little joy in it, too.
He keeps waiting for someone to come take their revenge on him. He's certainly earned it.
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IV. "Last Chance"
"Last chance," Wilson says, arms folded in that of his, bossy yet vulnerable.
House lets his gaze linger a second or two past uncomfortable, glancing down at his desk just as Wilson's blush threatens to rise.
He jots down a quick note in the margin, before he leans back in his chair, resuming his observation. "You look good. All dressed up. Who's the lucky girl?"
"You are," Wilson answers, without a hint of embarrassment, although the bridge of his nose is a bit flushed.
There is silence, and an appraising stare, and then, "Thought you were kidding."
"I wasn't."
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V. Prompt: "Sour"
He likes revenge, always has. Likes the planning, the forethought, the agonized looks of his victims as they realize not only who has taken revenge on them, but why.
He takes pride in the fact that his victims always deserve what he visits upon them. Not that he considers himself righteous, by any means.
Revenge is a lovely thing, and is best served cold. He's owed Wilson for ten years, but all his plans seem to fizzle and die.
When he's finally successful, he's shocked to find revenge doesn't always taste sweet..
In fact, it's quite sour.
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VI. Prompt: "Trial and Error"
House has always believed in using trial and error as a method of solution.
Each part serves it's own purpose to clarify the questions in his mind, but together they are stronger.
With each trial, he is able to test his theories; with each error, he is able to narrow those theories down into something resembling an answer.
He's working on this thing he has with Wilson. It's bothering at him, a question in his mind that just won't go away. So he tries to figure it out, the only way he knows how.
Trial and error.
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VII. Prompt: "Covenant"
Marriage is Wilson's thing. He's not any good at it, but feels the need to do it.
House has no such compunction, although he does feel a compulsion to clarify what is between them, to attach some sense of permanence to their relationship.
An epiphany during their weekly dinner date (although neither will say the word until the other does), and House scribbles it down on a napkin with one of Wilson's ever-present pens.
"What is that, exactly?" Wilson asks. Their fingers brush as he takes back his pen.
"A covenant," House says proudly.
Wilson signs with a flourish.
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VIII. Prompt: "Pick it up."
"Pick it up," House growls, long limbs sprawled leisurely over the bedcovers.
"I'm not your maid," Wilson answers haughtily. His towel-clad frame disappears back into the bathroom.
More growls, some mumbled cursing, but House doesn't move. He's much too comfortable.
Burrowing underneath the covers, he allows himself a happy sigh.
Not bad for an old man, he thinks, in a rare fit of self-deprecation. He dozes, lulled by the sounds of Wilson's tooth-brushing and running water.
Only to be rudely awakened by a damp body insinuating itself into the warmth of their bed, offending item in hand.
"Nice."
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IX. Prompt: "Cordon"
On his way back to House's room, Wilson makes the mistake of peering into the conference room.
It's taken on an air of Crime Scene Lite that makes him uncomfortable.
Everything's present, just like in the movies; yellow tape cordoning off the entrance, placards announcing Exhibits 1, 2, and 3, and a grotesque trail of blood marring the otherwise pristine carpet.
The only thing missing is a chalk outline.
Here was the evidence, of how close he'd come to losing House.
He can feel the blood draining from his face, as his knees buckle beneath him.
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X. Prompt: "Nothing to lose."
There was a time when he'd believed that he had nothing to lose. His body and love in ruins, his career hanging on the forbearance of hidebound old men.
He'd come a long way since then, he could admit that. The leg would always be an issue, but he was slowly learning to deal. Cuddy, while somewhat annoying at times, could be reasoned with, eventually.
Love, on the other hand, was still outside his reach, but he could see possibilities now, in the form of his best friend.
He has something to lose now. Not much, but something.
All prompts are from promptlywriting.
Pairing: House/Wilson, House & Wilson friendship, gen
Rating: G. PG, at the most.
Disclaimer: Not mine, and all that.
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I. Prompt : "Nice Day for a Funeral"
House knows hallucinations when he sees them. Especially as the person sitting beside him is, well, the technical term would be "dead".
Dark eyes glimmering with barely-disguised humor and a quirky smile that has melted many a female (and one very male) heart, Wilson looks pretty good for a dead guy. House tells him so, much to the consternation of everyone in ear-shot.
Wilson doesn't reply, being dead and all. He stands at House's side, as ever, and is unfazed by the dirty looks shot in their direction as House announces drunkenly to the crowd, "Nice day for a funeral!"
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II. Prompt: "Temptation"
House is a devil.
Well, maybe just a demon, but certainly he is evil, no doubt about that.
What else could explain his teasing grins, those maddening smirks, the flirty insinuations, and so-quick-they-could-be-innocent touches.
Certainly he's no angel, but Wilson can't imagine that he could be attracted to House without some sort of fiendish intervention.
Every day it seems that House invents something new to tease him with, and every day it seems that he notices something about the man he's never seen before.
Deliver us from temptation, indeed. Honestly, Wilson isn't entirely sure he wants to be delivered.
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III. Prompt: "Vindictive"
House always gets his revenge.
Doesn't matter if the offense was given two minutes ago or ten years ago, he'll find a way to get his licks in.
Many a man (and quite a few women) have made the mistake of thinking that House would forget, their transgressions fading with time.
He's ruined them all, using nothing more than their own failings against them.
House takes pride in his revenge. Truth be told, he takes more than a little joy in it, too.
He keeps waiting for someone to come take their revenge on him. He's certainly earned it.
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IV. "Last Chance"
"Last chance," Wilson says, arms folded in that of his, bossy yet vulnerable.
House lets his gaze linger a second or two past uncomfortable, glancing down at his desk just as Wilson's blush threatens to rise.
He jots down a quick note in the margin, before he leans back in his chair, resuming his observation. "You look good. All dressed up. Who's the lucky girl?"
"You are," Wilson answers, without a hint of embarrassment, although the bridge of his nose is a bit flushed.
There is silence, and an appraising stare, and then, "Thought you were kidding."
"I wasn't."
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V. Prompt: "Sour"
He likes revenge, always has. Likes the planning, the forethought, the agonized looks of his victims as they realize not only who has taken revenge on them, but why.
He takes pride in the fact that his victims always deserve what he visits upon them. Not that he considers himself righteous, by any means.
Revenge is a lovely thing, and is best served cold. He's owed Wilson for ten years, but all his plans seem to fizzle and die.
When he's finally successful, he's shocked to find revenge doesn't always taste sweet..
In fact, it's quite sour.
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VI. Prompt: "Trial and Error"
House has always believed in using trial and error as a method of solution.
Each part serves it's own purpose to clarify the questions in his mind, but together they are stronger.
With each trial, he is able to test his theories; with each error, he is able to narrow those theories down into something resembling an answer.
He's working on this thing he has with Wilson. It's bothering at him, a question in his mind that just won't go away. So he tries to figure it out, the only way he knows how.
Trial and error.
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VII. Prompt: "Covenant"
Marriage is Wilson's thing. He's not any good at it, but feels the need to do it.
House has no such compunction, although he does feel a compulsion to clarify what is between them, to attach some sense of permanence to their relationship.
An epiphany during their weekly dinner date (although neither will say the word until the other does), and House scribbles it down on a napkin with one of Wilson's ever-present pens.
"What is that, exactly?" Wilson asks. Their fingers brush as he takes back his pen.
"A covenant," House says proudly.
Wilson signs with a flourish.
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VIII. Prompt: "Pick it up."
"Pick it up," House growls, long limbs sprawled leisurely over the bedcovers.
"I'm not your maid," Wilson answers haughtily. His towel-clad frame disappears back into the bathroom.
More growls, some mumbled cursing, but House doesn't move. He's much too comfortable.
Burrowing underneath the covers, he allows himself a happy sigh.
Not bad for an old man, he thinks, in a rare fit of self-deprecation. He dozes, lulled by the sounds of Wilson's tooth-brushing and running water.
Only to be rudely awakened by a damp body insinuating itself into the warmth of their bed, offending item in hand.
"Nice."
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IX. Prompt: "Cordon"
On his way back to House's room, Wilson makes the mistake of peering into the conference room.
It's taken on an air of Crime Scene Lite that makes him uncomfortable.
Everything's present, just like in the movies; yellow tape cordoning off the entrance, placards announcing Exhibits 1, 2, and 3, and a grotesque trail of blood marring the otherwise pristine carpet.
The only thing missing is a chalk outline.
Here was the evidence, of how close he'd come to losing House.
He can feel the blood draining from his face, as his knees buckle beneath him.
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X. Prompt: "Nothing to lose."
There was a time when he'd believed that he had nothing to lose. His body and love in ruins, his career hanging on the forbearance of hidebound old men.
He'd come a long way since then, he could admit that. The leg would always be an issue, but he was slowly learning to deal. Cuddy, while somewhat annoying at times, could be reasoned with, eventually.
Love, on the other hand, was still outside his reach, but he could see possibilities now, in the form of his best friend.
He has something to lose now. Not much, but something.