Running Interference
By Lomeinie
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season 505 'Lucky Thirteen'
Character(s): House, Wilson
Beta: None at this time but if you see any glaring errors feel free to let me know!
Word Count: 441
Summary: Another good night's sleep interrupted.
Disclaimers: I don't House in any way, shape, or form since it belongs to Fox and David Shore. I've made nothing from this so I expect you won't sue me.
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Wilson rubbed his eyes and then rolled them in annoyance when he saw it was 2:41 in the morning. He knew whoever was on the other end was not calling about a patient because he wasn't quite back in the swing of things yet at the hospital. He turned on the light, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He knew it was an exercise in futility to look at the Caller ID because there could only be one person on the planet who would call him this late and not be calling from the oncology ward.
Snatching the phone up just before the machine picked it up Wilson asked sleepily, "Yeah, House, what it is?" There wasn't any reply one the except for heavy breathing which made Wilson roll his eyes "Look, House, I'm hanging up if you're only going to give me your version of an obscene phone call." He started hang up the phone when he finally heard House's drunken voice emerge from it.
"Your invented sob story hooker girlfriend aspiring to better herself with law school and invoked Amber's name as insurance I'd buy it."
Wilson waited for House to continue on but the only sound he heard was that of heavy breathing again. He counted out fifteen seconds before he let out a heavy breath of his own. "I'm hanging up now, House. I've got early appointments tomorrow."
And I'd like to be actually awake for them.
House began talking again at that moment as though he hadn't heard Wilson. "Everything you've done over the last few days wasn't just payback for the welcome back prank, was it? Admit it you invented the story to keep me occupied with you because Cuddy asked you to run interference so the misanthrope drug addict wouldn't screw up her last chance to become a mommy."
What else was Cuddy supposed to do? If she had told him, Cuddy knew he would have found a way to appear at her final appointment with the adoption agency and most likely would have ruined any of the good impressions she had made with them. Wilson wasn't sure what to say but his silence told House everything he wanted to know.
The next time House spoke,Wilson could have sworn he'd almost heard hurt in his voice, except this was House he was talking to.
"Good night, Wilson."
Shaking his head in dismissal of that he thought he had heard, Wilson simply said, "Go sleep it off, House." He hung up the phone up without waiting for a response and turned off the light but didn't close his eyes again for sometime.
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