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Hide and Seek
Title: Hide and Seek
Summary: On April Fool’s Day, House and Wilson’s son wanders off from daycare and sets up an experiment that ends up injuring Wilson in several ways. Mostly minor injuries but it is quite painful nonetheless.
Prompt: For Spring Fling, I used eight spring things: Peeps, balloons, cotton candy, picnic, fire ants, sudden storms, lightening, and April Fool’s Day. I also used two fling locations: an autopsy room and Wilson’s Volvo. I also mentioned several other fling locations, a zoo, The Sherlock Holmes Museum in London, Disney World, and an all-night laundromat.
Rating: PG just to be safe but I think it’s G.
Warnings: No spoilers, but it is sort of OOC, and in an alternate universe. Mpreg/ slash, and all my other usual stuff (no child abuse though, thankfully).
A kid was missing from daycare, which—of course—meant we were supposed to go into lockdown mode. However, the lost child was (once again) Alexander—Wilson and my son. Guess who he takes after?—I had a feeling this was less likely a kidnapping, and more likely a jailbreak. I knew Jimmy and I would be better able to find Alex together so first I went looking for him. Wilson was in an autopsy room.
“What the Hell are you doing in here?” I asked, after making sure there were no patients around.
“It’s not important,” he lied, quickly closing a morgue drawer. He was shifting nervously from foot to foot. “You do understand how a lockdown, right?”
“Alex snuck off from daycare again, and since he knows what lockdown means, he knows he’ll have the whole hospital to himself. He’s most likely playing hide and seek,” I explained, placing my hand on the drawer. Wilson reached to stop me.
“We have to get moving. Remember what happened when we took him to that all-night laundromat? We looked away for thirty seconds. Our son climbed into a dryer and talked a kid into turning it on.”
“Well, that was frightening but he did have his bike helmet on,” I reminded my husband. “Probably would have come out of the dryer with no more than a few scratches and minor burns. Besides, you are clearly hiding something from me in here. How do I know you’re not planning some sort of sick joke? Maybe Alex is in here.” I opened the drawer. Inside was an ice cream cake, a bag of balloons, and two containers of marshmallow Peeps. “Why couldn’t you keep the supplies for our son’s birthday party at the loft?”
“Because one or both of you would have found them, and eaten the whole cake, like you did on his last birthday. Not to mention the water balloon incident from your last birthday. You were throwing them off the roof at people. You both nailed Cuddy. Don’t look at me that way, you know what I mean!”
“Okay, I’ll give you the balloons but you know why I had to make him a milkshake because he had strep throat and couldn’t eat anything. I had to bribe him into drinking that. The cake was the only source of ice cream in the loft.” Wilson rolled his eyes. “Hey, are you off sugar again?” Jimmy stared at me quizzically. “Two boxes of candy chicks for three people.” Jimmy seemed genuinely surprised. “You started with three boxes, didn’t you?”
“Yes, which means Alex was here, but that doesn’t help us. All we know is our son has pretty much the whole hospital to himself. Plus a container of pure sugar. And we both know he’s extremely good at finding little nooks and crannies to hide in. Remember what happened when we went to The Sherlock Holmes Museum in London and he disappeared during the tour?” I nodded, recalling the image of my son hiding under a table top, all stretched out like something out of a spy movie. “He could be anywhere. Which is why you came in here looking for me ten minutes ago and I just wasted a ton of time, didn’t I?” I decided not to pile on and shrugged. Then, it hit me. “You’ve got that look on your face. Do you know where our son is or are you having an epiphany about a patient?”
“I was watching a video on my laptop about how to make those peep things explode in the microwave. Alexander saw it. Little skeptic thought the whole thing was fake until I explained how the heat causes the molecules to expand rapidly and the enclosed space like a shrink-wrapped container can only expanded so much before it goes boom.” Wilson chuckled. “He’s checking it out for himself. Probably in the lounge.”
“A responsible parent would have told him that microwaving Peeps to make them explode was dangerous, and should never be attempted without adult supervision,” Jimmy complained as we raced towards the doctor’s lounge.
“Those were my exact words. He’s four-years-old. Do you really think I would encourage him to do something so dangerous?” I asked, pouting.
“Well there was the time at the zoo when you two had a contest to see who could eat the most cotton candy.” Wilson frowned, rubbing his neck. “But mostly, you’re good with him. I’m sorry for the accusation. He might be brave, and clever, and defiant like you, but he’s got all my allergies and he’s accident prone like I am. I worry about the little guy.”
“He’s putting marshmallows in the microwave,” I exclaimed, as we raced down the hall, and found our son standing on a chair and watching a package of peeps expanding in the microwave. “What harm could possibly come to him?” Wilson walked over and turned the microwave off, while I grabbed our son and helped him to the floor. Because of Jimmy’s concerns, I moved him far enough away to be safe but close enough so he could still see what was happening. “I thought we talked about you not wandering off,” I lectured.
“But I was bored!” my son whined. “It’s my birthday. You guys are supposed to fun stuff with me, like cake and presents!” All this took less than ten seconds.
“They’re pretty puffed up and sort of soggy but I think these things are still edible,” Wilson said, taking the Peeps out of the microwave. Then, suddenly, the box of marshmallow treats exploded all over his face and hands.
xxxxx
“I’m sorry, I got you hurted, Daddy Wilson,” our son whispered, climbing into Jimmy’s lap and kissing his cheek. All in all, the damage wasn’t too terrible. Wilson had some second degree burns to his palms, forehead and he side of his face, and a bit of the goop got mashed into his hair badly enough to require being cut out. A hunk of flaming hot candy also managed to embed itself in my husband’s left nostril.
“It’s alright, Little Man. I shouldn’t have taken the box out of the microwave so quickly. At least you got to see a good show. Better than anything at Disney World, huh?” Wilson asked, trying to sound calm and comfortable, like everything was okay. I could see crescent shaped impressions on his palms, and his jaw was clenched. Jimmy was really hurting but didn’t want Alex to know it.
“Alex, Daddy Wilson has to tilt his back now so I can get the marshmallow out of his nose,” I explained. The boy complied, continuing to cuddle with his dad. I pushed Jimmy’s head back and shined a light up his nostrils. “It looks like Daddy is going to get most of his nose hair pulled out.” We both giggled but Wilson was not amused.
“Would you hurry up and get this thing out of my nose already? Feel like I’ve got a million fire ants going at me all at once! And they’re stuck in my nose.”
“Sorry, Daddy Wilson,” Our son repeated, kissing his father’s nose.
“No, I’m sorry Alex. I shouldn’t have shouted like that. I just don’t want Daddy House making jokes right now. I managed to get the gunk out and handed Wilson an ice pack to put on his face. “Mmm, much better.” Alex smiled, and lowered his hand from the back of his neck. He tends to do that when he’s anxious, just like Wilson does.
“Well, I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day. How about we gather up the rest of your party supplies, and drive to the park for a picnic?” I suggested.
“With my luck a sudden storm will start up and I’ll get struck by lightning.”
“I wanna go home,” Alexander explained. “Anything is fun on my birthday when I do it with my daddies.” We all smiled, each of us grabbing a few supplies and headed for Wilson’s Volvo.
“This is what happens when you go into labor on April Fool’s Day,” Wilson groused as soon as our son was out of earshot. “I still think you planned that.”
“Alex was born three months premature. He almost died. I wouldn’t put his life in that sort of danger just so I could be able to one up you on pranks every year on his birthday, or to make him good at them himself.”
“I know, I just want somebody to blame when stuff like this happens and today is just his fourth birthday. So, obviously I can’t blame Alexander yet.”
“Well, you believe in God, and you are Jewish. Blame God when everything goes badly. Isn’t that the foundation for your whole religion?” I taunted. Wilson sniggered, rolling his eyes. Then, we climbed into the car with our son and went home.
Summary: On April Fool’s Day, House and Wilson’s son wanders off from daycare and sets up an experiment that ends up injuring Wilson in several ways. Mostly minor injuries but it is quite painful nonetheless.
Prompt: For Spring Fling, I used eight spring things: Peeps, balloons, cotton candy, picnic, fire ants, sudden storms, lightening, and April Fool’s Day. I also used two fling locations: an autopsy room and Wilson’s Volvo. I also mentioned several other fling locations, a zoo, The Sherlock Holmes Museum in London, Disney World, and an all-night laundromat.
Rating: PG just to be safe but I think it’s G.
Warnings: No spoilers, but it is sort of OOC, and in an alternate universe. Mpreg/ slash, and all my other usual stuff (no child abuse though, thankfully).
A kid was missing from daycare, which—of course—meant we were supposed to go into lockdown mode. However, the lost child was (once again) Alexander—Wilson and my son. Guess who he takes after?—I had a feeling this was less likely a kidnapping, and more likely a jailbreak. I knew Jimmy and I would be better able to find Alex together so first I went looking for him. Wilson was in an autopsy room.
“What the Hell are you doing in here?” I asked, after making sure there were no patients around.
“It’s not important,” he lied, quickly closing a morgue drawer. He was shifting nervously from foot to foot. “You do understand how a lockdown, right?”
“Alex snuck off from daycare again, and since he knows what lockdown means, he knows he’ll have the whole hospital to himself. He’s most likely playing hide and seek,” I explained, placing my hand on the drawer. Wilson reached to stop me.
“We have to get moving. Remember what happened when we took him to that all-night laundromat? We looked away for thirty seconds. Our son climbed into a dryer and talked a kid into turning it on.”
“Well, that was frightening but he did have his bike helmet on,” I reminded my husband. “Probably would have come out of the dryer with no more than a few scratches and minor burns. Besides, you are clearly hiding something from me in here. How do I know you’re not planning some sort of sick joke? Maybe Alex is in here.” I opened the drawer. Inside was an ice cream cake, a bag of balloons, and two containers of marshmallow Peeps. “Why couldn’t you keep the supplies for our son’s birthday party at the loft?”
“Because one or both of you would have found them, and eaten the whole cake, like you did on his last birthday. Not to mention the water balloon incident from your last birthday. You were throwing them off the roof at people. You both nailed Cuddy. Don’t look at me that way, you know what I mean!”
“Okay, I’ll give you the balloons but you know why I had to make him a milkshake because he had strep throat and couldn’t eat anything. I had to bribe him into drinking that. The cake was the only source of ice cream in the loft.” Wilson rolled his eyes. “Hey, are you off sugar again?” Jimmy stared at me quizzically. “Two boxes of candy chicks for three people.” Jimmy seemed genuinely surprised. “You started with three boxes, didn’t you?”
“Yes, which means Alex was here, but that doesn’t help us. All we know is our son has pretty much the whole hospital to himself. Plus a container of pure sugar. And we both know he’s extremely good at finding little nooks and crannies to hide in. Remember what happened when we went to The Sherlock Holmes Museum in London and he disappeared during the tour?” I nodded, recalling the image of my son hiding under a table top, all stretched out like something out of a spy movie. “He could be anywhere. Which is why you came in here looking for me ten minutes ago and I just wasted a ton of time, didn’t I?” I decided not to pile on and shrugged. Then, it hit me. “You’ve got that look on your face. Do you know where our son is or are you having an epiphany about a patient?”
“I was watching a video on my laptop about how to make those peep things explode in the microwave. Alexander saw it. Little skeptic thought the whole thing was fake until I explained how the heat causes the molecules to expand rapidly and the enclosed space like a shrink-wrapped container can only expanded so much before it goes boom.” Wilson chuckled. “He’s checking it out for himself. Probably in the lounge.”
“A responsible parent would have told him that microwaving Peeps to make them explode was dangerous, and should never be attempted without adult supervision,” Jimmy complained as we raced towards the doctor’s lounge.
“Those were my exact words. He’s four-years-old. Do you really think I would encourage him to do something so dangerous?” I asked, pouting.
“Well there was the time at the zoo when you two had a contest to see who could eat the most cotton candy.” Wilson frowned, rubbing his neck. “But mostly, you’re good with him. I’m sorry for the accusation. He might be brave, and clever, and defiant like you, but he’s got all my allergies and he’s accident prone like I am. I worry about the little guy.”
“He’s putting marshmallows in the microwave,” I exclaimed, as we raced down the hall, and found our son standing on a chair and watching a package of peeps expanding in the microwave. “What harm could possibly come to him?” Wilson walked over and turned the microwave off, while I grabbed our son and helped him to the floor. Because of Jimmy’s concerns, I moved him far enough away to be safe but close enough so he could still see what was happening. “I thought we talked about you not wandering off,” I lectured.
“But I was bored!” my son whined. “It’s my birthday. You guys are supposed to fun stuff with me, like cake and presents!” All this took less than ten seconds.
“They’re pretty puffed up and sort of soggy but I think these things are still edible,” Wilson said, taking the Peeps out of the microwave. Then, suddenly, the box of marshmallow treats exploded all over his face and hands.
xxxxx
“I’m sorry, I got you hurted, Daddy Wilson,” our son whispered, climbing into Jimmy’s lap and kissing his cheek. All in all, the damage wasn’t too terrible. Wilson had some second degree burns to his palms, forehead and he side of his face, and a bit of the goop got mashed into his hair badly enough to require being cut out. A hunk of flaming hot candy also managed to embed itself in my husband’s left nostril.
“It’s alright, Little Man. I shouldn’t have taken the box out of the microwave so quickly. At least you got to see a good show. Better than anything at Disney World, huh?” Wilson asked, trying to sound calm and comfortable, like everything was okay. I could see crescent shaped impressions on his palms, and his jaw was clenched. Jimmy was really hurting but didn’t want Alex to know it.
“Alex, Daddy Wilson has to tilt his back now so I can get the marshmallow out of his nose,” I explained. The boy complied, continuing to cuddle with his dad. I pushed Jimmy’s head back and shined a light up his nostrils. “It looks like Daddy is going to get most of his nose hair pulled out.” We both giggled but Wilson was not amused.
“Would you hurry up and get this thing out of my nose already? Feel like I’ve got a million fire ants going at me all at once! And they’re stuck in my nose.”
“Sorry, Daddy Wilson,” Our son repeated, kissing his father’s nose.
“No, I’m sorry Alex. I shouldn’t have shouted like that. I just don’t want Daddy House making jokes right now. I managed to get the gunk out and handed Wilson an ice pack to put on his face. “Mmm, much better.” Alex smiled, and lowered his hand from the back of his neck. He tends to do that when he’s anxious, just like Wilson does.
“Well, I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day. How about we gather up the rest of your party supplies, and drive to the park for a picnic?” I suggested.
“With my luck a sudden storm will start up and I’ll get struck by lightning.”
“I wanna go home,” Alexander explained. “Anything is fun on my birthday when I do it with my daddies.” We all smiled, each of us grabbing a few supplies and headed for Wilson’s Volvo.
“This is what happens when you go into labor on April Fool’s Day,” Wilson groused as soon as our son was out of earshot. “I still think you planned that.”
“Alex was born three months premature. He almost died. I wouldn’t put his life in that sort of danger just so I could be able to one up you on pranks every year on his birthday, or to make him good at them himself.”
“I know, I just want somebody to blame when stuff like this happens and today is just his fourth birthday. So, obviously I can’t blame Alexander yet.”
“Well, you believe in God, and you are Jewish. Blame God when everything goes badly. Isn’t that the foundation for your whole religion?” I taunted. Wilson sniggered, rolling his eyes. Then, we climbed into the car with our son and went home.
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