Kick-start drabbles (11-20); House/Wilson
Kick-start drabbles (11-20); House/Wilson
Still working on Thirteen First Kisses prompts, needed a break. Thanks to everyone who gave me prompts!
xi. Fireworks for anty-chan
Rare for them to get away, and though Wilson wondered where they were going, he didn't ask.
They stopped at a park, three towns over. From the trunk, House grabbed a bag, pitching it at Wilson.
"Fireworks?" he asked, perplexed.
"Why not?"
They set off everything in the bag; bottle rockets, M-88s, Black Cats, Roman Candles, and fountains. They
left the mortars for last.
Sirens in the distance, they lit the fuses, making a break for the car.
In a motel outside town, they made their own fireworks.
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xii. Stairs for cirrocumulus
House goes missing at 3 o'clock on a Tuesday. Not strange, but it bothers Wilson, being unable to find him.
He is a pro at finding the most remote, inacessible areas of the hospital. He is in none of those places today.
Passing by the stairwell, he feels a twinge of awareness. House, of course.
He is sitting on the landing, leaning against the wall, legs stretched out.
"I missed you," Wilson says, a mocking tone in his voice.
Gesturing at the stairs, which he is obviously incapable of climbing today, House mutters, "Yeah, I miss me, too."
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xiii. Entropy for lalablue
Entropy is a natural thing, the cosmic unbinding. This appeals to House in a way he can't explain.
He appreciates order, in its place, most notably in patients and their sickly bodies.
On a personal level, though, he's tired of fighting entropy. Shaving, haircuts, cutting his toenails, it all seems so useless.
Wilson says he's depressed.
House says he's just going with the natural (dis-)order of things. Besides, Wilson fights entropy every day, look what it gets him.
Wilson kisses him, and House kisses back.
In a way, it feels natural, right.
Of course, it could be the universe unraveling.
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xiv. Albuquerque for the_first_chibi
"Should've made that left turn at Albuquerque."
"Hilarious."
"If you had rented a car with GPS..."
"I know where we are."
"I know where we aren't."
"It's fine."
"Ask for directions."
"In the interest of shutting you up, I'll stop, walk into the gas station, pretend to talk to the attendant, get back in the car and continue the way I'm going right now. Or we could skip that part."
"Stop and I'll ask for directions."
"Are you that psyched to go sit around and listen to old guys talk about stomach lining and infantile diseases?"
"Of course not."
"What about not driving around with me for hours?"
"Elaborate, please."
"How about messing around with me for hours?"
"We aren't going to the conference, are we?"
"Hotel about three or four blocks from here."
"Hence the lack of GPS."
"We were lost, couldn't find our way, missed the whole damned thing."
"I'm going along with this plan, but only because you're telling Cuddy that you kidnapped me."
"Can I handcuff and gag you?"
"Buy me lunch, and we'll talk."
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xv. Chaucer for clayworshippers
Bare toes and boxer shorts, reading glasses and blatant blanket thievery, this is Wilson in bed.
House watches Wilson in his periphery, scribbling messy notes in the margins of The Canterbury Tales, studious even when reading for enjoyment.
It occurrs to him that, for all intents and purposes, they are married.
He doesn't say a word, setting aside his book, rolling over to watch. Wilson looks up, flushing. "What?" he says, self-consciously.
"Nothing," House says, holding out his hand for the book. "Give it here, I'll read the naughty bits to you."
"I love you, too."
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xvi. Sophistication for petriepuss
She'd tried to instill a certain amount of sophistication in her son. Unfortunately, it hadn't completely taken.
Culturally, musically, linguistically, he was astonishingly well-rounded. As a boy, he'd dragged her to every museum and library he could find.
However, she'd despaired of ever teaching him an ounce of tact. To her, at least, he was marginally polite.
Having dinner one evening with him and his friend, she realized that James was a good influence on Greg, for all they squabbled like grade-schoolers...or a married couple.
She wondered if it would be unsophisticated to suggest they go get a room.
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xvii. Integrity for annebd
A/N: Wilson defending House, whether to the board in Babies and Bathwater, or at a later date, I don't know. I'm sure Wilson defending House isn't a one-time only deal.
Greg House is a man of integrity.
I'm not saying that his brand of integrity always resembles the usual interpretation of the word.
What I am saying is that House doesn't pander to anyone else's principles. His morality is his own, not a nod to his religion, his upbringing, or his peers.
What he believes in, he actually believes in, wholeheartedly, without wavering. He fights for his patients, even though he despises every one of them.
Emotions, opinions, politics, red tape; none of these things will sway House from saving his patient.
Even if it pisses some of you off.
........................................................................
xviii. Blood for dreamy_orion
He dreams of blood, not his own, cascading from beneath the bathroom door, rivulets extending toward his bare feet.
He steps over puddles to get to the door, where blood oozes like teardrops from the white paint.
The knob is wet with blood, and he struggles to get the door open. He is screaming a name, and pounding his fists, but
it's no use.
He already knows what he'll find.
........................................................................
xix. Purple for no_eden
It's the purple shirt again, same as yesterday, and Wilson wonders what that means.
Could be he's just not paying attention, but House pays attention to everything. Even his unshaven face is a part of a much-larger plan.
It's an anomaly, and being around House has lent him an appreciation for anomalies. And confrontation.
House is cagey, finally admitting to sleeping in his office. Apparently, the sleeping arrangements at home are substandard.
"Why not just kick me out?"
No response.
"You don't want me to leave, do you."
Still no response. Which is all the answer Wilson needs.
............................................................................
xx. Lost for panda_chibi
He doesn't remember how he got here.
He may be in a hospital. He may be a doctor.
The band around his wrist indicates otherwise.
He shuffles aimlessly, pushing his IV stand, but his head is wooly from the meds.
"House!" someone cries, running to his side. Good-looking guy in a white coat...
"Wilson?" he asks, confused but calm.
"Yes, of course. Come on." Wilson takes his pulse, herding him toward his hospital room.
"I was lost," he says, getting into bed obediently, "You found me."
"I'll always find you. It's what I do."
Still working on Thirteen First Kisses prompts, needed a break. Thanks to everyone who gave me prompts!
xi. Fireworks for anty-chan
Rare for them to get away, and though Wilson wondered where they were going, he didn't ask.
They stopped at a park, three towns over. From the trunk, House grabbed a bag, pitching it at Wilson.
"Fireworks?" he asked, perplexed.
"Why not?"
They set off everything in the bag; bottle rockets, M-88s, Black Cats, Roman Candles, and fountains. They
left the mortars for last.
Sirens in the distance, they lit the fuses, making a break for the car.
In a motel outside town, they made their own fireworks.
..........................................................................
xii. Stairs for cirrocumulus
House goes missing at 3 o'clock on a Tuesday. Not strange, but it bothers Wilson, being unable to find him.
He is a pro at finding the most remote, inacessible areas of the hospital. He is in none of those places today.
Passing by the stairwell, he feels a twinge of awareness. House, of course.
He is sitting on the landing, leaning against the wall, legs stretched out.
"I missed you," Wilson says, a mocking tone in his voice.
Gesturing at the stairs, which he is obviously incapable of climbing today, House mutters, "Yeah, I miss me, too."
..........................................................................
xiii. Entropy for lalablue
Entropy is a natural thing, the cosmic unbinding. This appeals to House in a way he can't explain.
He appreciates order, in its place, most notably in patients and their sickly bodies.
On a personal level, though, he's tired of fighting entropy. Shaving, haircuts, cutting his toenails, it all seems so useless.
Wilson says he's depressed.
House says he's just going with the natural (dis-)order of things. Besides, Wilson fights entropy every day, look what it gets him.
Wilson kisses him, and House kisses back.
In a way, it feels natural, right.
Of course, it could be the universe unraveling.
..........................................................................
xiv. Albuquerque for the_first_chibi
"Should've made that left turn at Albuquerque."
"Hilarious."
"If you had rented a car with GPS..."
"I know where we are."
"I know where we aren't."
"It's fine."
"Ask for directions."
"In the interest of shutting you up, I'll stop, walk into the gas station, pretend to talk to the attendant, get back in the car and continue the way I'm going right now. Or we could skip that part."
"Stop and I'll ask for directions."
"Are you that psyched to go sit around and listen to old guys talk about stomach lining and infantile diseases?"
"Of course not."
"What about not driving around with me for hours?"
"Elaborate, please."
"How about messing around with me for hours?"
"We aren't going to the conference, are we?"
"Hotel about three or four blocks from here."
"Hence the lack of GPS."
"We were lost, couldn't find our way, missed the whole damned thing."
"I'm going along with this plan, but only because you're telling Cuddy that you kidnapped me."
"Can I handcuff and gag you?"
"Buy me lunch, and we'll talk."
........................................................................
xv. Chaucer for clayworshippers
Bare toes and boxer shorts, reading glasses and blatant blanket thievery, this is Wilson in bed.
House watches Wilson in his periphery, scribbling messy notes in the margins of The Canterbury Tales, studious even when reading for enjoyment.
It occurrs to him that, for all intents and purposes, they are married.
He doesn't say a word, setting aside his book, rolling over to watch. Wilson looks up, flushing. "What?" he says, self-consciously.
"Nothing," House says, holding out his hand for the book. "Give it here, I'll read the naughty bits to you."
"I love you, too."
........................................................................
xvi. Sophistication for petriepuss
She'd tried to instill a certain amount of sophistication in her son. Unfortunately, it hadn't completely taken.
Culturally, musically, linguistically, he was astonishingly well-rounded. As a boy, he'd dragged her to every museum and library he could find.
However, she'd despaired of ever teaching him an ounce of tact. To her, at least, he was marginally polite.
Having dinner one evening with him and his friend, she realized that James was a good influence on Greg, for all they squabbled like grade-schoolers...or a married couple.
She wondered if it would be unsophisticated to suggest they go get a room.
........................................................................
xvii. Integrity for annebd
A/N: Wilson defending House, whether to the board in Babies and Bathwater, or at a later date, I don't know. I'm sure Wilson defending House isn't a one-time only deal.
Greg House is a man of integrity.
I'm not saying that his brand of integrity always resembles the usual interpretation of the word.
What I am saying is that House doesn't pander to anyone else's principles. His morality is his own, not a nod to his religion, his upbringing, or his peers.
What he believes in, he actually believes in, wholeheartedly, without wavering. He fights for his patients, even though he despises every one of them.
Emotions, opinions, politics, red tape; none of these things will sway House from saving his patient.
Even if it pisses some of you off.
........................................................................
xviii. Blood for dreamy_orion
He dreams of blood, not his own, cascading from beneath the bathroom door, rivulets extending toward his bare feet.
He steps over puddles to get to the door, where blood oozes like teardrops from the white paint.
The knob is wet with blood, and he struggles to get the door open. He is screaming a name, and pounding his fists, but
it's no use.
He already knows what he'll find.
........................................................................
xix. Purple for no_eden
It's the purple shirt again, same as yesterday, and Wilson wonders what that means.
Could be he's just not paying attention, but House pays attention to everything. Even his unshaven face is a part of a much-larger plan.
It's an anomaly, and being around House has lent him an appreciation for anomalies. And confrontation.
House is cagey, finally admitting to sleeping in his office. Apparently, the sleeping arrangements at home are substandard.
"Why not just kick me out?"
No response.
"You don't want me to leave, do you."
Still no response. Which is all the answer Wilson needs.
............................................................................
xx. Lost for panda_chibi
He doesn't remember how he got here.
He may be in a hospital. He may be a doctor.
The band around his wrist indicates otherwise.
He shuffles aimlessly, pushing his IV stand, but his head is wooly from the meds.
"House!" someone cries, running to his side. Good-looking guy in a white coat...
"Wilson?" he asks, confused but calm.
"Yes, of course. Come on." Wilson takes his pulse, herding him toward his hospital room.
"I was lost," he says, getting into bed obediently, "You found me."
"I'll always find you. It's what I do."