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sick_wilson2010-06-09 01:57 pm
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(Un)Intentional
Title: (Un)Intentional
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mostlyscrubbed
Characters: Ensemble, focus on House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 386 (Drabble-ish)
Disclaimer: I own nothin'.
Summary: For the Camp Sick!Wilson Random Items Challenge #2! The items were Smoke, Crouch and Miss. Little crackish.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," whined Wilson, looking down at House.
House grinned from behind the mask. "Believe it, Boy Wonder. And you'd better look the other way, 'cause you're about to get smoked--"
*WHAP*
"STRIKE ONE! LATE SWING AND A MISS!" hollered Chase in his best/worst American accent, aiming for southern hillbilly but more or less sounding like a French kid going through puberty.
House remained in a modified crouch and chucked the ball back to Foreman, who scratched and strutted around the pitcher's mound.
"Gotta keep your eye on the ball, Jimmy. I know it's sometimes impossible to tear your gaze from my sparkling eyes and toned physique, but it's a tied game and pretty much the entire weight of the world is on your shoulders."
"Now, how fair is that, really?" Wilson growled under his breath. He pointed accusingly at House. "You set up the teams and put me with all the--" he looked around covertly before whispering, "--girls!"
"I heard that," yelled Thirteen from her position at third base, "and I will take you ON, Buddy. As soon as the game's over, you and me, one-on-one basketball!"
House waggled his eyebrows. "Sounds hot. Mind if I watch?" While Wilson rolled his eyes, House suggested helpfully, "And by the way, if you're going to stand there and chat, you should probably step out of the batter's box, because here comes another--"
*WHAP*
"STEERIIIIKE TWO!" Chase enunciated. "FULL COUNT!"
"Come on, Wilson!" piped up Cameron from the outfield. "You can do it!"
With a smirk, House said, "She's actually right. You can pull this out. Three balls, two strikes. The next one is the game winner or loser. Do what you've gotta do." He pounded the center of his catcher's glove with a fist. "Right here, pitcha! Right here!"
"Hey, you guys!" Cuddy squeaked as she ran up to the field. "Am I too late to--"
"YES!" everyone answered.
Wilson turned his head to face Foreman, got into position, wobbled his bat around for a little extra effect, and then...
*CLONK*
Foreman's wild pitch clocked Wilson right on the side of the helmet, bringing him down to the ground.
Chase threw his arms in the air. "THAT'S A WALK!"
House raised an eyebrow, snorted and looked up at Chase. "I don't think he's going to be walking anytime soon. Help me get him to the picnic table."
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AN -- I apparently have some fetish for hitting Wilson on the head. Somebody stop me! XD
Author:
mostlyscrubbed Characters: Ensemble, focus on House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 386 (Drabble-ish)
Disclaimer: I own nothin'.
Summary: For the Camp Sick!Wilson Random Items Challenge #2! The items were Smoke, Crouch and Miss. Little crackish.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," whined Wilson, looking down at House.
House grinned from behind the mask. "Believe it, Boy Wonder. And you'd better look the other way, 'cause you're about to get smoked--"
*WHAP*
"STRIKE ONE! LATE SWING AND A MISS!" hollered Chase in his best/worst American accent, aiming for southern hillbilly but more or less sounding like a French kid going through puberty.
House remained in a modified crouch and chucked the ball back to Foreman, who scratched and strutted around the pitcher's mound.
"Gotta keep your eye on the ball, Jimmy. I know it's sometimes impossible to tear your gaze from my sparkling eyes and toned physique, but it's a tied game and pretty much the entire weight of the world is on your shoulders."
"Now, how fair is that, really?" Wilson growled under his breath. He pointed accusingly at House. "You set up the teams and put me with all the--" he looked around covertly before whispering, "--girls!"
"I heard that," yelled Thirteen from her position at third base, "and I will take you ON, Buddy. As soon as the game's over, you and me, one-on-one basketball!"
House waggled his eyebrows. "Sounds hot. Mind if I watch?" While Wilson rolled his eyes, House suggested helpfully, "And by the way, if you're going to stand there and chat, you should probably step out of the batter's box, because here comes another--"
*WHAP*
"STEERIIIIKE TWO!" Chase enunciated. "FULL COUNT!"
"Come on, Wilson!" piped up Cameron from the outfield. "You can do it!"
With a smirk, House said, "She's actually right. You can pull this out. Three balls, two strikes. The next one is the game winner or loser. Do what you've gotta do." He pounded the center of his catcher's glove with a fist. "Right here, pitcha! Right here!"
"Hey, you guys!" Cuddy squeaked as she ran up to the field. "Am I too late to--"
"YES!" everyone answered.
Wilson turned his head to face Foreman, got into position, wobbled his bat around for a little extra effect, and then...
*CLONK*
Foreman's wild pitch clocked Wilson right on the side of the helmet, bringing him down to the ground.
Chase threw his arms in the air. "THAT'S A WALK!"
House raised an eyebrow, snorted and looked up at Chase. "I don't think he's going to be walking anytime soon. Help me get him to the picnic table."
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AN -- I apparently have some fetish for hitting Wilson on the head. Somebody stop me! XD
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Now, how fair is that, really?" Wilson growled under his breath. He pointed accusingly at House. "You set up the teams and put me with all the--" he looked around covertly before whispering, "--girls!" I can actually hear RSL deliver this line. Perfect!!! LOL
This one was an even better "Thirteen" "I heard that," yelled Thirteen from her position at third base, "and I will take you ON, Buddy. As soon as the game's over, you and me, one-on-one basketball!"
As well as this one from Cameron "Come on, Wilson!" piped up Cameron from the outfield. "You can do it!" They are all so in character.
The best was the reply to Cuddy. LOL I loved this. Yet even with all the fun you still managed to deal out the pain. :)
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"Hey, you guys!" Cuddy squeaked as she ran up to the field. "Am I too late to--"
"YES!" everyone answered.
Hahah :D
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He's lucky he had a helmet on. We play without them in my leagues. :P