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WIP: Untitled as of yet, Part 13
House was about to switch channels when he lowered his hand. Wilson turned his head, giving him an inquiring glance, and House looked at him. "I'm sorry, Wilson," he said, and even though hearing himself apologize made him cringe, he knew that he meant it. "I shouldn't have slipped you acid."
Wilson raised his eyebrows and then nodded. "No, you shouldn't have. At least not without telling me. But it's okay."
He turned back to the TV, but House didn't turn away, continuing to watch Wilson's profile. After a moment, Wilson spoke up again, gesturing at the TV. "Are you going to switch channels, or are we going to watch the weather channel all day?"
House turned to the TV as well and hit the zap button until he found an old Star Trek rerun.
"She's dead, Jim," Dr. McCoy said gravely and looked up from his medical thingamajig that looked suspiciously like a salt shaker.
House settled back into the couch and almost unconsciously shuffled over so his left leg was touching Wilson's right. They watched as the senior crew of the NCC-1701 took the appropriate three seconds to mourn the dead redshirt and then moved on to find a sparring partner for Captain Kirk.
House could feel the over thirty megs of hydrocodone in his system making him drowsy, and he only marginally registered it when Wilson put an arm around his shoulders and drew him in a little closer. After a while, he realized he could feel the soft fabric of Wilson's t-shirt under his cheek, but by then, his head had already grown too heavy, and he wouldn't have moved away even if he'd really wanted to. Something exploded on the big TV screen, and then his eyes slipped shut fully, leaving him oblivious to anything that was going on around him.
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He was woken by a sharp poke to his shoulder and a voice in his ear. "House!"
He blinked and raised his head to see Wilson, who looked just as drowsy as House felt, squinting at him.
"Phone," Wilson said, his voice a little hoarse as if he'd been sleeping as well.
Only then did House register the shrill ringing of the phone in the background. He groaned and yawned. "Well, pick it up, then," he said. Wilson poked him again.
"Can't," he said. "You're lying on top of me."
House shook his head a little to regain his bearings, and saw that Wilson was right. Wilson was trapped between House and the armrest of the couch, and for a moment, House wondered how the hell Wilson had been able to fall asleep like that. Just for good measure, he rolled his eyes at Wilson before he pushed himself upright and groped for the phone, cutting off Wilson's boring answering machine message in mid-sentence.
"What?" he growled into the receiver.
There was a brief moment of silence at the other end. "House?" a woman's voice asked then. House let himself fall back against the backrest.
"Hey, Cuddy," he said, both as a way of greeting and for Wilson's benefit, who had been watching him with raised eyebrows and now nodded and leaned back as well. House heard paper rusting at the other end of the line and imagined Cuddy sitting behind her desk in her office, the receiver wedged between ear and shoulder, sorting through her paperwork and wearing a low-cut shirt as well as a half-worried, half-disapproving frown.
"Hey," she said. "How's things in the house of House?"
House grinned a little. "Oh, just peachy," he said. "Love 'n peace all around."
Cuddy snorted. "Is Wilson okay?" she asked then, her tone so much like that of a matron that House's smirk widened to a broad grin.
"Wilson's just fine," he said, and could almost hear Cuddy's skeptical frown over the line.
"Let me talk to him," she said. House glanced over at Wilson, who was watching him with a small smile on his lips.
"He's sleeping," House said, raising an eyebrow at Wilson and daring him to say anything. Wilson only grinned, though, and leaned back, turning his eyes to the TV where by now the Nanny Fran and Niles the Butler were having a silent shouting match on muted volume.
House heard Cuddy sigh. "Tell him to call me when he wakes up," she said. "And if he doesn't show up for work tomorrow, I am calling social services to report a case of spousal abuse."
House could tell from her tone that she was joking, but there was also a certain warning notion in her voice. He rolled his eyes. "He'll be there," he said, and Cuddy grunted somewhat un-ladylike.
"I hope." She said a short good-bye and then hung up. House dropped the phone into the couch gap and gave Wilson a sideway glance.
"Try not to run into any doors or break any bones in the near future," he said. "Cuddy would have me arrested. She already thinks you're a battered woman."
Wilson snorted in surprise. "She what?"
House only shook his head, and Wilson chuckled, picking up the remote from where it had fallen to the floor and turning up the volume before he handed it to House. "Battered woman," he said. "I like that. I could sue you for compensation."
"Watch it," House growled. "Or I'll beat you with my cane."
Wilson grinned, and together they turned back to the TV. They watched the show for a while, until Wilson made a remark about the actor of Niles the Butler that was so painfully incorrect that it almost made House cringe. He wasted no time to tell Wilson just how wrong he was, and soon the two of them were engaged in a heated argument about whether or not Daniel Davis had guest starred in one of the Men In Black episodes. When it became obvious that Wilson was right, after all, House quickly changed the subject by loudly announcing that he was starving. Wilson gave him a slightly exasperated side-glance, but didn't pursue the matter, instead offering to make pancakes.
"If we still have any milk left." Wilson got up from the couch and went into the kitchen, and House could hear him opening the fridge and beginning to putter around, pulling bowls and ingredients out of the cupboards. He turned and contentedly stretched out on the couch, closing his eyes.
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suspiciously looked
Would read better as 'looked suspiciously'
spouse abuse
'spousal'
Can't spot anything else, but very sleepy at the moment... ;)
Good luck coming up with an ending. Or, you know, you could just end it there, as it is.
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Thank you very much for sharing your talent with your readers and I really enjoyed your wonderful written fic. It´s moving and I really want to know (I want to know it fast) how it will be go on. You really have done a great job. While I read a new chapter I´m impressed every time again. If you are asking me, this could be a neverending story.
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"She's dead, Jim," Dr. McCoy said gravely and looked up from his medical thingamajig that looked suspiciously like a salt shaker.
Hmmm... all that talk of pancakes is making me think ice-cream...
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and Cuddy checking on Wilson is funny...
*trotts off to the end*