A/N This is my first House fanfic, so don't be too hard on me. But I would like honesty, so tell me what you really think. That being said, I live off of reviews.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own House, M.D, or any of its wonderful characters.
-AmayaSora
Dr. Gregory House was halfway through a slow, somber piece when a knock sounded on his door. He frowned and continued playing, hoping whoever it was would go away. A second series of knocks began, forcing him to increase the volume of his playing. When the third knock began, he slammed the last note angrily; there was no point ignoring it, the mood of the piece had already been ruined.
He limped over to the door and swung it open. "What do you want?" he barked, at the same time seeing Wilson standing in the hallway, holding a small luggage bag.
As House moved to admit the oncologist, Wilson said, "We had another fight… and I got kicked out again."
"And all the local hotels are full?"
"No…" said Wilson slowly. "I just assumed I'd be able to stay here like I usually do." When House didn't respond, Wilson ran a hand through his hair. "So... you're saying that your couch isn't open for me anymore?"
"Nope," said House, heading into the kitchen. "But my bed is."