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sick_wilson2007-07-08 02:16 pm
alanwolfmoon.livejournal.com) wrote in sick_wilson2007-07-08 02:16 pm
trash cans beware (ch 6)
Title: Trash cans beware (ch 6)
Pairing: House / Wilson
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: In honour of the '200 members' prompt onsick_wilson
The prompt was "Today wasn't the first time Wilson had been a little late for work recently, so House didn't give it much thought. Especially since the patient Cuddy had found for him was turning out to be more than just a case of intestinal flu, after all."
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Notes: Only my seccond attempt at fanfiction. Ever. Reveiws and flames alike are welcome.
this one is short, sorry.
http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/m/menieres_disease/symptoms.htm#symptom_list
people have requesed more information on what i gave wilson.
that is what the link above is for.
(yes, i know, it's late...)
When Cuddy finally found them after Foreman had reported that his boss had disappeared, she saw that Wilson was asleep, and that House was in pain.
The second part was not too surprising, given that Wilson was holding on to House’s pants with his left hand, and was lying face down on House’s lap, his head hanging off House’s right hip.
She was, however, surprised by the reason.
Actually, surprised probably wasn’t the right word. More like “utterly shocked.”
“What...happened?” she asked after staring for a moment.
“He decided to take the stairs.” Cuddy blinked.
“Yeah, I *was* figuring you didn’t drag him up them. Care to tell me the parts I don’t know?”
“Not really. That would be a large portion of time wasted describing him puking.”
“House...” said Cuddy, watching him as he bit his lower lip.
She sighed.
Trust House to find the one way to be nice that would cause him a great deal of pain, and then chose to act on it.
“House, look, you can’t stay in here. He’s going to sleep for hours. You’re going to pass out, probably in less than half an hour. You’re the one who says you can do the math. Do it. And then get up. I’m not going to let you use this as an excuse to be miserable.”
House glared at her, annoyed, but didn’t say anything.
“What?” she asked, somewhat nonplused.
“It took me half an hour to convince him to sleep instead of going back to his office and seeing his patients, and you want me to wake him up. I’m not the one who’ll be miserable.”
Cuddy frowned.
Was House being...*protective* of Wilson?
House continued to glare at Cuddy.
Yes.
He was.
House was being protective.
Of Wilson.
Cuddy sat down.
Cuddy opened her mouth.
Cuddy shut her mouth.
No sound came out in between.
“You look like a fish when you do that.” said House, still glaring.
Cuddy suddenly shook her head, and smiled.
“House, Wilson is in no condition to work. You’re being an ass by keeping him here. Go take him to your apartment. Now.”
House stopped glaring.
Cuddy kept smiling.
House sighed.
“Fine. It’s not like I want to be here anyway...”
Cuddy had to keep herself from laughing.
She should have known.
She just *should* have known.
When Foreman had been sick, House had desperately tried to hide it, but he had lost all objectivity.
When she had been trying to get pregnant, he had not said a word to anyone, despite how much he liked gossip.
He hadn’t even told Wilson.
He had Chased her for the entire time she had been pregnant, telling her she was.
Until she had finally tested herself, and found out that he was right.
When Chase’s dad had been dying of cancer, House had kept shoving the two together, no matter how much they hated each other.
When Chase had killed his patient, House had known exactly what had happened, and had told the board, despite Chase’s reluctance.
His introducing her to the sperm donor she had chosen.
His annoying stalking of her as she tried to date people that turned out to not be likely to end up having a long term relationship with her.
His finally telling Stacy to stay with mark.
Cameron’s aids test.
Dylan Crandall’s parental test.
House letting Wilson stay in his apartment as long as he wanted.
House opening his apartment to Wilson again now.
House not telling anyone that Wilson was sleeping with a patient.
Whenever someone who he saw on a regular basis, was friends with, or had been friends with at some point in the past, had been in trouble that House hadn’t caused, he had, totally without seeming to be anything but annoying, helped.
Heck, he had even taken hector for a while.
How Cuddy had managed to not notice it for years, she had no idea.
Actually, as she thought about it, she realized she had a pretty good idea.
He didn’t like the fact that he cared, so he hid it as best he could.
Which, as it turned out, was very, very well.
House was poking Wilson, trying to get him to wake up.
“Is he ok?” she asked, concerned at how long it was taking.
“I told you before, you have obviously never tried to wake up Wilson.” said House, still poking Wilson, having decided that shaking him could have rather unfortunate consequences.
“Hey! Wilson! Wake up! If you wake up in the next minute, I might even let you take your files home with you!”
House stopped, frowning for a second.
“What? Is something wrong?” asked Cuddy, standing up.
“No. Nothing’s wrong.” said House as he resumed poking Wilson.
Cuddy blinked.
If nothing was wrong, what had made him stop?
She hadn’t said or done anything, Wilson hadn’t said or done anything, and House had just been poking Wilson and telling him to wake–
Cuddy blinked.
...and telling him that if he woke up in the next minute, he could take his files *home* with him.
“Home.”
not “to my apartment.”
not “back.”
“Home.”
Pairing: House / Wilson
Author:
alanwolfmoonRating: PG (so far)
Summary: In honour of the '200 members' prompt on
sick_wilsonThe prompt was "Today wasn't the first time Wilson had been a little late for work recently, so House didn't give it much thought. Especially since the patient Cuddy had found for him was turning out to be more than just a case of intestinal flu, after all."
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Notes: Only my seccond attempt at fanfiction. Ever. Reveiws and flames alike are welcome.
this one is short, sorry.
http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/m/menieres_disease/symptoms.htm#symptom_list
people have requesed more information on what i gave wilson.
that is what the link above is for.
(yes, i know, it's late...)
When Cuddy finally found them after Foreman had reported that his boss had disappeared, she saw that Wilson was asleep, and that House was in pain.
The second part was not too surprising, given that Wilson was holding on to House’s pants with his left hand, and was lying face down on House’s lap, his head hanging off House’s right hip.
She was, however, surprised by the reason.
Actually, surprised probably wasn’t the right word. More like “utterly shocked.”
“What...happened?” she asked after staring for a moment.
“He decided to take the stairs.” Cuddy blinked.
“Yeah, I *was* figuring you didn’t drag him up them. Care to tell me the parts I don’t know?”
“Not really. That would be a large portion of time wasted describing him puking.”
“House...” said Cuddy, watching him as he bit his lower lip.
She sighed.
Trust House to find the one way to be nice that would cause him a great deal of pain, and then chose to act on it.
“House, look, you can’t stay in here. He’s going to sleep for hours. You’re going to pass out, probably in less than half an hour. You’re the one who says you can do the math. Do it. And then get up. I’m not going to let you use this as an excuse to be miserable.”
House glared at her, annoyed, but didn’t say anything.
“What?” she asked, somewhat nonplused.
“It took me half an hour to convince him to sleep instead of going back to his office and seeing his patients, and you want me to wake him up. I’m not the one who’ll be miserable.”
Cuddy frowned.
Was House being...*protective* of Wilson?
House continued to glare at Cuddy.
Yes.
He was.
House was being protective.
Of Wilson.
Cuddy sat down.
Cuddy opened her mouth.
Cuddy shut her mouth.
No sound came out in between.
“You look like a fish when you do that.” said House, still glaring.
Cuddy suddenly shook her head, and smiled.
“House, Wilson is in no condition to work. You’re being an ass by keeping him here. Go take him to your apartment. Now.”
House stopped glaring.
Cuddy kept smiling.
House sighed.
“Fine. It’s not like I want to be here anyway...”
Cuddy had to keep herself from laughing.
She should have known.
She just *should* have known.
When Foreman had been sick, House had desperately tried to hide it, but he had lost all objectivity.
When she had been trying to get pregnant, he had not said a word to anyone, despite how much he liked gossip.
He hadn’t even told Wilson.
He had Chased her for the entire time she had been pregnant, telling her she was.
Until she had finally tested herself, and found out that he was right.
When Chase’s dad had been dying of cancer, House had kept shoving the two together, no matter how much they hated each other.
When Chase had killed his patient, House had known exactly what had happened, and had told the board, despite Chase’s reluctance.
His introducing her to the sperm donor she had chosen.
His annoying stalking of her as she tried to date people that turned out to not be likely to end up having a long term relationship with her.
His finally telling Stacy to stay with mark.
Cameron’s aids test.
Dylan Crandall’s parental test.
House letting Wilson stay in his apartment as long as he wanted.
House opening his apartment to Wilson again now.
House not telling anyone that Wilson was sleeping with a patient.
Whenever someone who he saw on a regular basis, was friends with, or had been friends with at some point in the past, had been in trouble that House hadn’t caused, he had, totally without seeming to be anything but annoying, helped.
Heck, he had even taken hector for a while.
How Cuddy had managed to not notice it for years, she had no idea.
Actually, as she thought about it, she realized she had a pretty good idea.
He didn’t like the fact that he cared, so he hid it as best he could.
Which, as it turned out, was very, very well.
House was poking Wilson, trying to get him to wake up.
“Is he ok?” she asked, concerned at how long it was taking.
“I told you before, you have obviously never tried to wake up Wilson.” said House, still poking Wilson, having decided that shaking him could have rather unfortunate consequences.
“Hey! Wilson! Wake up! If you wake up in the next minute, I might even let you take your files home with you!”
House stopped, frowning for a second.
“What? Is something wrong?” asked Cuddy, standing up.
“No. Nothing’s wrong.” said House as he resumed poking Wilson.
Cuddy blinked.
If nothing was wrong, what had made him stop?
She hadn’t said or done anything, Wilson hadn’t said or done anything, and House had just been poking Wilson and telling him to wake–
Cuddy blinked.
...and telling him that if he woke up in the next minute, he could take his files *home* with him.
“Home.”
not “to my apartment.”
not “back.”
“Home.”
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It'd be awesome if someone drew that. XD
This is a great story. Thanks!
(Although you might wanna keep an eye on capitalization in a few spots.)
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(Anonymous) 2007-07-09 03:41 am (UTC)(link)One piece of concrit: In Cuddy's musings you have her knowing about Wilson sleeping with a patient. She could plausibly know about the other stuff you have her thinking of, but NO WAY does she know that!
thanks
i could never remember if she ended up finding out about that or not....
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that cracked me up....
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(Anonymous) 2007-07-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)"Trust House to find the one way to be nice that would cause him a great deal of pain, and then chose to act on it."
Perfect Caring!Guilt-Ridden!House description. (Typo: In this case, though, "chose" should be "choose", considering that you used "cause" instead of "caused".)
"House glared at her, annoyed, but didn’t say anything.
“What?” she asked, somewhat nonplused.
“It took me half an hour to convince him to sleep instead of going back to his office and seeing his patients, and you want me to wake him up. I’m not the one who’ll be miserable.”
Cuddy frowned.
Was House being...*protective* of Wilson?
House continued to glare at Cuddy.
Yes.
He was.
House was being protective.
Of Wilson.
Cuddy sat down.
Cuddy opened her mouth.
Cuddy shut her mouth.
No sound came out in between.
“You look like a fish when you do that.” said House, still glaring.
Cuddy suddenly shook her head, and smiled.
“House, Wilson is in no condition to work. You’re being an ass by keeping him here. Go take him to your apartment. Now.”
House stopped glaring.
Cuddy kept smiling.
House sighed.
“Fine. It’s not like I want to be here anyway...”
Cuddy had to keep herself from laughing.
She should have known.
She just *should* have known."
That was hilarious. Cuddy has so got House's number. She knows him almost better than he does himself now, even though she just seems to figure him all out just then. Who could blame her for taking so long with House's outrageous antics and acerbic, sexist remarks distracting her, not to mention her job. This showed that when she isn't distracted she can work out the mysteries of House's motivations within seconds. Loved that. Particularly loved the next bit (which I didn't copy) when she figured out how House did nice things for people but covered it up by acting irritated because he didn't want anyone to know he cared. Cuddy and House were portrayed perfectly here.
"Home."
Ahhhhh. So right!
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That was an awesome ending to this chapter!! =D