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sick_wilson2013-12-02 06:15 pm
blackmare.livejournal.com) wrote in sick_wilson2013-12-02 06:15 pm
How Wilson Got to the Mayo Clinic
I won a gift item in the White Elephant exchange, and this flash-ficlet is what happened. Not part of any other ficverse, this is a single moment in post-finale time.
Anyone else who'd like to borrow my item is welcome to do so.
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"Can't win if you don't roll the dice," House said, and he draped his latest prize over the rear-view of their "new" aging Buick. House had picked the thing up in Atlantic City. Probably won it on a bet. Wilson hadn't asked. He'd been conserving his energy for things that actually mattered.
The plushie dice bounced against each other and came to rest with an odd sort of dignity, like a talisman of the deity of kitsch. Wilson turned one of them so it no longer showed him snake eyes.
"House, are you sure? I ... could do this alone. If you get caught --"
"Not gonna happen. We're on a mission from God." House reached into his jacket, pulled something out, and held it in front of Wilson's chest. In the dark, Wilson couldn't properly see what it was until he had the thing -- things -- in his hands.
A crumpled pack of Marlboros and a new pair of cheap wayfarers. Wilson checked the Buick's dashboard lights.
"Full tank of gas," he said.
"Half a pack of cigarettes," House answered. He cranked the engine. "It's night, and you're wearing sunglasses. Not me, because I have to drive, and I'm not a complete moron."
Wilson peeled the MADE IN CHINA sticker from the lenses, and put the glasses on.
"Hit it."
Anyone else who'd like to borrow my item is welcome to do so.
_________
"Can't win if you don't roll the dice," House said, and he draped his latest prize over the rear-view of their "new" aging Buick. House had picked the thing up in Atlantic City. Probably won it on a bet. Wilson hadn't asked. He'd been conserving his energy for things that actually mattered.
The plushie dice bounced against each other and came to rest with an odd sort of dignity, like a talisman of the deity of kitsch. Wilson turned one of them so it no longer showed him snake eyes.
"House, are you sure? I ... could do this alone. If you get caught --"
"Not gonna happen. We're on a mission from God." House reached into his jacket, pulled something out, and held it in front of Wilson's chest. In the dark, Wilson couldn't properly see what it was until he had the thing -- things -- in his hands.
A crumpled pack of Marlboros and a new pair of cheap wayfarers. Wilson checked the Buick's dashboard lights.
"Full tank of gas," he said.
"Half a pack of cigarettes," House answered. He cranked the engine. "It's night, and you're wearing sunglasses. Not me, because I have to drive, and I'm not a complete moron."
Wilson peeled the MADE IN CHINA sticker from the lenses, and put the glasses on.
"Hit it."
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I also like the way the title is sort of not what is expected.
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"Wait, you --"
"You heard me."
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