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It was the time of night when House actually worked- at least when he was alone. In the privacy of his own home, he would do research of his own on a variety of medical subjects. He would also
write papers that might or mightn't get published, depending on if he could find an appropriately obscure journal wherein someone he knew wouldn't find it and try to start a discussion with him about
it…or worse, congratulate him. When Wilson occupied his home, any evidence of research would mysteriously disappear- he couldn't have anyone know he actually worked, now could he? So when
he heard the knock on his door at midnight, he muttered a curse- after all, the only person it could be would be Wilson.
"What do you want?" House greeted his only friend caustically, hoping if he were rude enough Wilson would leave (he hadn't bothered to hide the evidence of his work).
At the sound of a baby's wail, House groaned, both externally and internally. Tonight was not his lucky night.
A/N: Yes, I know its short. But I really do have two papers to write for school and thus this is as far as I'm allowing my self to procastinate tonight (er..morning?). Review please!