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evila_elfWatched last night's episode again and I am still bouncing :D
Previous chapters should be in my memories and up at ff.net
Chapter 5
It is over a week before Wilson gets the nerve to set foot at House’s place again. He had seen Greg at work no less than usual, but just something about that couch…He shivers and knocks on the door. His wife was home, in a nasty mood, and he just had to get away from her.
He knocks again and the door finally opens. He starts to speak, but nobody is there. He looks down. “Wilson?”
Mew! The cat greets him happily.
Then he hears laughter and relaxes. He feels like an idiot for even thinking that the kitten had opened the door. Wilson bends down and picks him up. “What have you been feeding him?” He closes the door to find his friend standing behind it. “He has grown a lot in a week!”
“Must be the kitty chow.”
The phone rings and House limps over to it. “Hello? Yes he is,” House speaks into the phone with a smirk. “Are you sure?” He has to hold the phone away from his ear, then holds it out to Wilson. “Your wife; the ray of sunshine.”
Wilson rubs a hand over his face, then takes the phone. “I didn’t walk out on the conversation. No. You closed the bathroom door. That ended the conversation.” House seems way too interested in the conversation, so Wilson walks away and towards the kitchen.
“Maybe she could use a hug?” House speaks to the remaining Wilson, who mews as if in agreement.
A moment later, Wilson returns to the living room, trying his best to relax his tense muscles. “She wants me to come home so we can finish our discussion. I.E. she wants to yell at me some more.” He sits on the couch.
“What is so important that she dares to call here?”
“The dishwasher is broken and I refuse to spend two hours trying to fix it myself because the repair guy can’t get to it until Tuesday,” he says in one breath.
“Buy a new one.”
“The one we have is good--”
“Yeah, except that it isn’t working.”
“Hand-washing things for several days isn’t going to kill her.”
“Might kill you,” House points out.
Wilson leaps onto Wilson’s lap. He is ignored. He doesn’t like being ignored. He sees something shiny and chews on it.
“I—ow!” Wilson looks down and shakes the kitten off his hand. “Wilson was trying to eat my wedding ring!”
House laughs. For five minutes. Both Wilson’s wait for him to finish and to pay attention to them.
TBC
Onward to chapter 6
A/N Sorry this is so short. I have huge plans for next chapter..almost all written up now. It will involve Wilson torture of the human kind. *Rubs hands together and plots*
Previous chapters should be in my memories and up at ff.net
Chapter 5
It is over a week before Wilson gets the nerve to set foot at House’s place again. He had seen Greg at work no less than usual, but just something about that couch…He shivers and knocks on the door. His wife was home, in a nasty mood, and he just had to get away from her.
He knocks again and the door finally opens. He starts to speak, but nobody is there. He looks down. “Wilson?”
Mew! The cat greets him happily.
Then he hears laughter and relaxes. He feels like an idiot for even thinking that the kitten had opened the door. Wilson bends down and picks him up. “What have you been feeding him?” He closes the door to find his friend standing behind it. “He has grown a lot in a week!”
“Must be the kitty chow.”
The phone rings and House limps over to it. “Hello? Yes he is,” House speaks into the phone with a smirk. “Are you sure?” He has to hold the phone away from his ear, then holds it out to Wilson. “Your wife; the ray of sunshine.”
Wilson rubs a hand over his face, then takes the phone. “I didn’t walk out on the conversation. No. You closed the bathroom door. That ended the conversation.” House seems way too interested in the conversation, so Wilson walks away and towards the kitchen.
“Maybe she could use a hug?” House speaks to the remaining Wilson, who mews as if in agreement.
A moment later, Wilson returns to the living room, trying his best to relax his tense muscles. “She wants me to come home so we can finish our discussion. I.E. she wants to yell at me some more.” He sits on the couch.
“What is so important that she dares to call here?”
“The dishwasher is broken and I refuse to spend two hours trying to fix it myself because the repair guy can’t get to it until Tuesday,” he says in one breath.
“Buy a new one.”
“The one we have is good--”
“Yeah, except that it isn’t working.”
“Hand-washing things for several days isn’t going to kill her.”
“Might kill you,” House points out.
Wilson leaps onto Wilson’s lap. He is ignored. He doesn’t like being ignored. He sees something shiny and chews on it.
“I—ow!” Wilson looks down and shakes the kitten off his hand. “Wilson was trying to eat my wedding ring!”
House laughs. For five minutes. Both Wilson’s wait for him to finish and to pay attention to them.
TBC
Onward to chapter 6
A/N Sorry this is so short. I have huge plans for next chapter..almost all written up now. It will involve Wilson torture of the human kind. *Rubs hands together and plots*
