Disclaimer : Do not own.
Characters : Wilson, House
Warnings : None.
Oh Hey
"Oh, hey, JEW!"
The obnoxious voice boomed over the sound of poor James Wilson's thoughts. He looked up, wide-eyed. "House, since when do you address me by my religion?"
"I'm not addressing you by your religion. Cuddy would get mad, and she's not even wearing a slutty shirt today," House said, grumpily. Wilson glanced out the window.
"Yeah, well, I don't blame her . . . It's a white-out out there," Wilson replied. A pause. "Wait, why are you calling me 'Jew' then?"
"Oh, well, it's simple, Jimmy, m'boy," House exclaimed.
Wilson didn't wait for House to explain, because he knew the older man would do nothing of the sort. "Other than religion, why would you call me that?" Wilson questioned.
"What's your name?" House answered.
Wilson gave him a long, hard look. "James," he finally replied.
"No, no, no! Your whole name!"
Wilson sighed. "James Wilson."
"Middle name too, Elmer!" House exclaimed, cheerfully.
'Elmer?' Wilson mouthed, questioningly. House shrugged and made a motion that clearly said 'get-on-with-it.' Wilson obeyed and promptly said his full name, "James Evan Wilson."
"And you still don't get it?" Wilson shook his head. House sighed. "Games suck when they have to be explained . . ." With that, House left Wilson's office.
Three hours later, Wilson came flying into House's apartment. Wilson stormed over to House, who was seated on the couch.
"Oh hey, babeh. Is it time for some lovin's?" House asked, blatantly ignoring the annoyed expression on Wilson's face.
"House- my INITIALS!?"
-cough-
Anyone else notice?
-Taryn