A/N: I really like the House/Wilson friendship, so i decided to do a little drabble. My first attempt at a humor fic, i'm sure it sucked. ^.^ As you can see, there is a little House/Cuddy understones. Anyways, please read and review. It makes my fanfiction all worth while. ^.^ Constructive Critisism appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own House or Wilson. I wish I owned Wilson. :[
"Mr......Oliver," Wilson looked at the file to remember his patient's name. "Looks like you've been doing really well with chemo therapy lately. You only hav-" He was interrupted with a loud slam, which signaled House has entered the room.
Wilson sent the intruder a death glare while Mr. Oliver was looking at him, almost scared, to say the least. House plopped down on the couch.
"Hmm....the shape of my butt's still in the couch," He said, wiggling around like a child in the cushions.
Wilson cleared his throat. "Excuse me........Dr. House, i'm with a patient, so could you please leave?" House looked at him gleefully. "Go on with your consult, you won't even know i'm here," he said, bouncing around in the cushions. Wilson sighed and decided to continue talking with his patient.
Big mistake on Wilson's part.
"Mr. Oliver, looks like you only have a few days of chemo left. After that you should be-"
Wilson was interrupted as music suddenly started playing, only to find out House was playing his PSP. Wilson tried to ignore him and continue. He raised his voice to tone out House's PSP.
"After that you should be cancer free. Now all I need you to do is-"
"AWW COME ON! YOU COULDN'T HIT WATER IF YOU FELL OUT OF A BOAT!" House yelled at whoever it was on his PSP.
Wilson was starting to get annoyed and Mr. Oliver was starting to get scared. Of House, of course.
Wilson just threw a piece of paper at Mr. Oliver. "Please, just fill that out." Wilson got up from his desk and walked over to where House was sitting. Said man was currently carrying a determind face and pressing a number of buttons a second on his game system. Wilson grabbed the PSP out of his hands.
"Hey! I was using that!" House complained. Wilson just looked at him angrily. "Soon enough no patient of mine is going to want to see me because of you!" Wilson whispered angrily, as if not wanting Mr. Oliver to hear him. "I aim to please," House said, smirking. Wilson sighed an aggrivated sigh. "Go. You can come back when this consult is over."
"But mom!" House whined.
House reached for his PSP but Wilson wouldn't give.
"You can have it back at the end of the day," he said in a motherly tone. House snorted.
"I don't think I remembered my mom being my best friend."
"Why don't you do something useful with your free time, like ask out Cuddy? I've been begging you to do that for weeks."
"She'll just laugh and say 'i'm the boss, you're an employee.' I can't risk that!"
"Of course you can! I've seen you two, you're totally into each other!"
All this time, Mr. Oliver had finished his form and is now watching the two with an amused face.
"Oh, screw it! I'll be back later," House said, angrily walking past Wilson. He opened the door and looked at Mr. Oliver. "Cancer will come back. You're gonna die anyway." And with that, he left.
"I'm sorry," Wilson mumbled to his patient and sat back down in his chair.
"And there was your proof that I have no life is being friends with that guy."
