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Lasso His Heart 6/8
Summary: Monday – Wilson’s shows House’s gift to the PPTH staff. A 1960's style bromantic comedy. If you need a break from H/W angst . . . drop on by, take your shoes off, and sit on House's couch for a while . . .
Rating: R for a word or two. Fluff.
Disclaimer: So not mine, and never will be *sigh*
A/N: Please note italicized phrases are House talking to himself. I apologize for the story written in present tense. It went through several permutations and my head was too scrambled to change it back to past tense. The story is completely written, and chapters will be released every few days. Please read and review.
I want to thank the reviewers of my other stories. It encouraged me to try a long story this time. My betas![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
triedunture and bookfan85 deserve a round of applause for their many wonderful suggestions. They are the best, and I don’t deserve them. *Clapping* I’m responsible for all remaining errors.
Links to previous chapters:
1. Love Potion #9
2. North by Northwest
3. One Man's Trash
4. Another Man's Treasure
5. South by Southeast
Chapter 6: Clothes Make the Man
Rating: R for a word or two. Fluff.
Disclaimer: So not mine, and never will be *sigh*
A/N: Please note italicized phrases are House talking to himself. I apologize for the story written in present tense. It went through several permutations and my head was too scrambled to change it back to past tense. The story is completely written, and chapters will be released every few days. Please read and review.
I want to thank the reviewers of my other stories. It encouraged me to try a long story this time. My betas
triedunture and bookfan85 deserve a round of applause for their many wonderful suggestions. They are the best, and I don’t deserve them. *Clapping* I’m responsible for all remaining errors.Links to previous chapters:
1. Love Potion #9
2. North by Northwest
3. One Man's Trash
4. Another Man's Treasure
5. South by Southeast
Chapter 6: Clothes Make the Man
Wha – Waa – AwaaAwaAWAAAA . . . </silence>
House is dreaming. A six-foot tall cocker spaniel with a shiny golden brown tongue hanging out of its mouth pants over him . . . His eyes snap open directly in front of Wilson’s clothed crotch. Wilson, looking stressed, is towering above him with hia tie around his neck askew. Get rid of the clothes, and the view wouldn’t be half-bad.
Without moving from his position in bed, he cocks an inquiring eyebrow toward the frustrated oncologist.
“I don’t want to be late for work, but can’t get the knot right. Can you do it?”
With a grimace, House reaches for the vial on his nightstand and downs his medicinal aperitif. He notes Wilson chose the bronze tie to go with his navy suit and blue shirt. “Are you color blind?”
A blush suffuses pale skin, “N-No but it does run in the family. My uncle failed his driver’s test because he couldn’t tell the difference between red and green light signals.”
“And, has ADD. He couldn’t learn the light signal sequence either. Lucky for you, blood only comes in one color. Take this one off, and bring me the yellow. You do recognize ye . . . ?”
“Drop it, House.” Deflecting, “Didn’t you have a patient with green blood?” Wilson’s walks away, but returns with the yellow one in tow, and hands it to the blue-eyed man without saying anything.
House loosens the knot on the dark colored tie, “Green blood is a diagnostic department specialty, you’re safe in oncology. Don’t move, or all the love you heaped on your hair this morning will go to waste.” He arranges the sunbeam of yellow on Wilson’s chest and tightens it up so it fits snugly next to the collar. Wilson is calm now and time seems to slow as House fits the tie in place. He wants to linger on the freshly starched shirt, and breathe in the soapy goodness of Wilson, but . . .
With a smart rap on the blue clad shoulders, his hand brushes down the cool softness of the tie. “Knock ‘em dead tiger.” As if mimicking House, Wilson’s own hand strokes the length of the tie, giving it a couple of gentle pats when he reaches the end.
“I prefer both my patients and nurses alive, thank you. See you at the hospital.” With his jacket over his shoulder, Wilson is out the door.
This morning House can’t get to work early enough. He wants a front row seat to see the staff’s reaction to Wilson’s birthday present. With Wilson’s penchant for ordering a soy-double-latte-hold-the-foam before arriving at the hospital, and a predilection for driving like an old-man-with-a-hat, he parks his bike in his reserved space only a few minutes after Dr. Pygmalion.
His wish isn’t granted until the afternoon.
The newbies keep bringing conflicting results from the lab that don’t gel with the original tests, and House must confront his patient directly. After threatening a cruel and painful death, the patient confesses that she hates going to doctors, and coerced her twin sister into taking the first panel of tests for her.
When he returns to his office, he instructs Taub, Kutner and 13 to run the tests again, “but, first verify that you are talking to the evil twin, and make sure Cuddy bills her insurance company double.”
It’s not until House signs in for clinic duty that he catches up with the oncologist. As House turns in scrips to the pharmacy he spies Wilson leaning over the nurse’s station. His face is obscured, and all he sees is the back of his head. A young nurse, a mini-Brenda, is pointing to his new tie. “Your birthday?” she mouths, smile widening, but the sunny look falters as House lip-reads, “Seven?” and her head nods up and down seven times as he figures Wilson is reciting each color to her. Good job, Wilson. Give yourself more rope.
Wilson waves his hands over his head, and House is puzzled for a moment, but catches Wilson’s reflection in the glass wall across from the station. He’s demonstrating how House prepped the ties for him, and with a little shrug and wave of the bandaged hand, explains how House puts the tie on him. Yes, oh yessss!
House checks back to see how the nurse is absorbing the information. A curtain smothers the light in her eyes as her lips form the words “Dr. House???” Score!!
Just then the Brenda clone spots the unshaven doctor off to the side, and gives him a brief but hard stare, returning her eyes to Wilson. She flashes him a look of dismissal as she picks up the receiver to make a call.
Meanwhile, the real Nurse Brenda, buried in paperwork and seated at the station, looks up quickly to give Wilson a scathing once over, taking in House as well with her sour expression. Before Brenda’s eyes drop back down to the stack of forms, House returns her look with a toothy Cheshire cat grin. Touchdown!
Wilson walks away, stroking his tie, happy and clueless.
TBC
A/N: Because this chapter is so short, I am taking a page out of seminary!Chase's bible and making the earth stand still. Chapter 7, "Tuesday" will be up later today.
The story concludes tomorrow, so I suggest everyone be early and find a seat in the diagnostic conference room where there is a live feed from House's office. We can hear and see our Doctors without them knowing. Milk and Oreos on me.
Links to previous chapters:
1. Love Potion #9
2. North by Northwest
3. One Man's Trash
4. Another Man's Treasure
5. South by Southeast
House is dreaming. A six-foot tall cocker spaniel with a shiny golden brown tongue hanging out of its mouth pants over him . . . His eyes snap open directly in front of Wilson’s clothed crotch. Wilson, looking stressed, is towering above him with hia tie around his neck askew. Get rid of the clothes, and the view wouldn’t be half-bad.
Without moving from his position in bed, he cocks an inquiring eyebrow toward the frustrated oncologist.
“I don’t want to be late for work, but can’t get the knot right. Can you do it?”
With a grimace, House reaches for the vial on his nightstand and downs his medicinal aperitif. He notes Wilson chose the bronze tie to go with his navy suit and blue shirt. “Are you color blind?”
A blush suffuses pale skin, “N-No but it does run in the family. My uncle failed his driver’s test because he couldn’t tell the difference between red and green light signals.”
“And, has ADD. He couldn’t learn the light signal sequence either. Lucky for you, blood only comes in one color. Take this one off, and bring me the yellow. You do recognize ye . . . ?”
“Drop it, House.” Deflecting, “Didn’t you have a patient with green blood?” Wilson’s walks away, but returns with the yellow one in tow, and hands it to the blue-eyed man without saying anything.
House loosens the knot on the dark colored tie, “Green blood is a diagnostic department specialty, you’re safe in oncology. Don’t move, or all the love you heaped on your hair this morning will go to waste.” He arranges the sunbeam of yellow on Wilson’s chest and tightens it up so it fits snugly next to the collar. Wilson is calm now and time seems to slow as House fits the tie in place. He wants to linger on the freshly starched shirt, and breathe in the soapy goodness of Wilson, but . . .
With a smart rap on the blue clad shoulders, his hand brushes down the cool softness of the tie. “Knock ‘em dead tiger.” As if mimicking House, Wilson’s own hand strokes the length of the tie, giving it a couple of gentle pats when he reaches the end.
“I prefer both my patients and nurses alive, thank you. See you at the hospital.” With his jacket over his shoulder, Wilson is out the door.
HWHWHWHWH
This morning House can’t get to work early enough. He wants a front row seat to see the staff’s reaction to Wilson’s birthday present. With Wilson’s penchant for ordering a soy-double-latte-hold-the-foam before arriving at the hospital, and a predilection for driving like an old-man-with-a-hat, he parks his bike in his reserved space only a few minutes after Dr. Pygmalion.
His wish isn’t granted until the afternoon.
The newbies keep bringing conflicting results from the lab that don’t gel with the original tests, and House must confront his patient directly. After threatening a cruel and painful death, the patient confesses that she hates going to doctors, and coerced her twin sister into taking the first panel of tests for her.
When he returns to his office, he instructs Taub, Kutner and 13 to run the tests again, “but, first verify that you are talking to the evil twin, and make sure Cuddy bills her insurance company double.”
It’s not until House signs in for clinic duty that he catches up with the oncologist. As House turns in scrips to the pharmacy he spies Wilson leaning over the nurse’s station. His face is obscured, and all he sees is the back of his head. A young nurse, a mini-Brenda, is pointing to his new tie. “Your birthday?” she mouths, smile widening, but the sunny look falters as House lip-reads, “Seven?” and her head nods up and down seven times as he figures Wilson is reciting each color to her. Good job, Wilson. Give yourself more rope.
Wilson waves his hands over his head, and House is puzzled for a moment, but catches Wilson’s reflection in the glass wall across from the station. He’s demonstrating how House prepped the ties for him, and with a little shrug and wave of the bandaged hand, explains how House puts the tie on him. Yes, oh yessss!
House checks back to see how the nurse is absorbing the information. A curtain smothers the light in her eyes as her lips form the words “Dr. House???” Score!!
Just then the Brenda clone spots the unshaven doctor off to the side, and gives him a brief but hard stare, returning her eyes to Wilson. She flashes him a look of dismissal as she picks up the receiver to make a call.
Meanwhile, the real Nurse Brenda, buried in paperwork and seated at the station, looks up quickly to give Wilson a scathing once over, taking in House as well with her sour expression. Before Brenda’s eyes drop back down to the stack of forms, House returns her look with a toothy Cheshire cat grin. Touchdown!
Wilson walks away, stroking his tie, happy and clueless.
TBC
A/N: Because this chapter is so short, I am taking a page out of seminary!Chase's bible and making the earth stand still. Chapter 7, "Tuesday" will be up later today.
The story concludes tomorrow, so I suggest everyone be early and find a seat in the diagnostic conference room where there is a live feed from House's office. We can hear and see our Doctors without them knowing. Milk and Oreos on me.
Links to previous chapters:
1. Love Potion #9
2. North by Northwest
3. One Man's Trash
4. Another Man's Treasure
5. South by Southeast
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