A/N: My friend and I came up with this scenario a long time ago, and only now have I put it to use. Enjoy our crack.
Disclaimer: Goddamnit, I DON'T OWN HOUSE, OKAY? STOP MAKING ME CRY.
Summary: One of the most ridiculous pranks in history. Crackfic drabble.
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Gregory House just stared at the wall of his office.
He'd limped in when he'd noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A little old-fashioned picture of his Vicodin bottle (just sitting there in the middle of a street) was tacked to the wall, a Sticky-Note with the words "Help me!" written (in what suspiciously looked like Wilson's girly script) in big letters and plastered to the picture. Almost as though it were an afterthought, someone had drawn a little sad face on the bottle with black Sharpie, which just screamed "Kutner."
There was an extremely loud silence.
"Someone's so getting fired." House whirled around and tottered back out his door and into the elevator.
Within moments he was out in front of the hospital, looking around. Sure enough, smack dab in the middle of the street was his tiny little bottle of Vicodin. Without even bothering to look both ways (the fiend!) he shuffled right into the middle of the street and gazed down at it, head tilted.
"Who did this…" he muttered sarcastically.
"OUR HOUSE!" a bunch of people sang behind him. "IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET!" House whipped around, holding his cane out like a sword, ready to bludgeon someone to death. Instead he came face to face with Cuddy, Wilson, Chase, Cameron, Foreman, Taub, Kutner and Thirteen all singing. He stared blankly.
"OUR HOUSE!" They all repeated, beaming. "IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET!"
This wasn't insane. This was beyond insane. This was…this was suicidal.
"OUR HOUSE! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET! OUR HOUSE! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET—"
House grit his teeth.
"Who wants to die first?" he hissed, a manic gleam in his eyes. Everyone stopped singing instantly.
There was a long, long pause as everyone exchanged glances.
"RUN!" Kutner shouted unexpectedly.
And, taking advantage of the cripple, everyone tore out of the street, leaving House to hobble after them as fast as he could.
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A/N: If only you all could see the comic.