Strikes
My first drabble, yay! Written to see if I could. Guess I can.
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House barged into Wilson's office to ask him for lunch, only to find his friend staring at some papers on his desk.
House edged closer, until he could make out what they were. Divorce papers.
Wilson didn't acknowledge House's presence, but must have known he was there. Sighing, his friend signed his name on the line provided.
"You know what they say about three strikes."
"So, you out?" House asked.
Wilson shook his head, standing and walking over until he was in front of House. "Thought I'd try a different game."
And with that, he pulled House into a kiss.