This is a sequel to Gameboy. The plot bunnies took over after a review from a good friend, and I'm certain that they'll live to regret the comment, "At least she didn't throw the Gameboy." Hehehe. This is for Visual, who will probably kick himself for the next week for making that comment. HAHAH! Also, this is my 250th story! Woo hoo! Who knew it would be a House story? I'm totally proud of it. Enjoy!
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House loved his Gameboy. Whether it was late at night and he couldn't sleep, or he was hiding in the men's room from Cuddy, it was always so handy.
On this particular day, his very hormonal wife stomped into his office. Having already been put on maternity leave by Cuddy, she was determined to make everyone as miserable as she was.
House looked up at her, then back at his Gameboy. "How may I help you, o pregnant one?"
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Put the Gameboy down, House."
He didn't.
She tried again, stepping closer. "Put it down now, House."
He continued to ignore her demand, only looking up when she suddenly snatched it out of his hands. "Hey, that's mine!"
With a growl of fury, she flung the poor, helpless Gameboy against the wall, effectively shattering it on contact. The mangled pieces slid to the floor, landing with a sad plop on the carpeted floor.
As she spun around to leave the room, House got up and limped over to the wall. "My Gameboy..." he said despondently to the shattered pieces of plastic.
The door slammed shut, and he stared at the ruined piece of brilliant technology for a few forlorn minutes. Then he went back to his desk and opened the third drawer, reaching under the Playboys to retrieve a black Gameboy. With a smirk, he shut the drawer and turned the Gameboy on.
Let the games begin...
The End...?
A/N: Hahha, who knew Gameboys could be such a great source for stories?
Also, thanks so much for the support from everyone! I totally love you guys, and don't worry. There's plenty more where these come from! MWAHAHAHAH!