Umm… I'm so bored out of my skull, so what else is there to do besides write. And I'm going to completely bonkers if I can't anything to do. So If this story purely sucks, just tell me. I don't write that well when I'm bored. I'll maybe try to update some of my other stories too. (smacks head) must…get…inspired…
Disclaimer: I still don't own. If I did, there would be Huddy for all, because the Huddy ship shall rule now that Cameron has left, Hameron is finally over. Whee! I never got the Hameron ship, he like 18 years older than her, and they seem to have nothing with each other what so ever.
Umm… GO HUDDY!
"Fur"
"Chapter One"
At had been a long day and he was exhausted, he had solved the case of a nine year old boy, finally, the kid nearly died. The boy had liver failure, and they managed to find a donor liver in time. The boy suddenly went into rejection, which was strange because the donor liver was a perfect match. When no one could figure out why, he was brought to House. His team threw many options at him but he only went through with his own. The boy had a clot in his hepatic vein. House caught it in time that it was able to be removed without consequence. The boy was now healthy and would be discharged in about a week.
The last thing he expected was the pile of fluff on his door step. At first, he ignored it. The next morning when it was still there in the same spot, he poked it with the rubber tip of his cane to see if it was even alive. The young cat opened its eyes and stared at him, and then it stood, hopping off the step and walking over to him. House notice one odd thing about the kitten, it kept its right forepaw high off the ground. Now he had a chance to get a good look at the cat. He was a grey tabby with a smattering of white across his nose and a white sock on his right front paw, although you could only see it if you looked close enough, since the little things fur was so matted. What he did see was a trickle of blood coming from a deep laceration in the side of its legs turning the white fur on his foot to a deep red. The poor animal looked so pitiful, he couldn't just leave it there, he called Wilson, and maybe he would get rid of the mangy kitten.
"…Yeah a kitten"
"…Shut up."
"…Give it up already"
"…WILSON JUST GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW BEFORE I PERSONALLY TAKE YOUR PHONE AND…" he was cut off by Wilson hanging up the phone on the other line. He saw the small silver compact car racing down the street before it screeched to a halt in front of the apartment. Wilson ran up to join him.
"Oh god" Wilson said as he caught his first glance of the kitten. House would his picked up the cat himself, but the risk of him toppling over was too great, and the last thing he needed was to be sprawled out on his ass with a bloody kitten next to him. Wilson ran into the apartment and grabbed a small dark blue towel from the wash room and a bottle of antiseptic and laid the stuff on the table. He went back outside to grab the kitten and a suture kit from the medical bag in his trunk.
"Get your butt in here House." He said as he went back through the door. He laid the near unconscious kitten on the towel and wrapped him up tight leaving his nose to stick out so he could still breathe.
"House, hold this towel will ya? We don't have anything to put him out with, so he may squirm." House just sat on the table and followed orders. Wilson doused the kittens injured limb with antiseptic and washed it thoroughly before beginning. He carefully sutured the wound together and he was quickly done.
"House, do you have an old ace bandage or something lying around. House went into the bathroom and grabbed a small white bandage from his first aid kit. He handed it to Wilson back in the kitchen.
"Thanks." He wrapped the kitten's leg up tightly so he wouldn't move it and rip his stitches and set it on the floor. Now the kitten seemed to perk up a bit. "Do you have any tuna around?"
"What do you think?"
"I'm guessing a man who lives off of peanut butter and stale bread wouldn't"
"Ding. Ding. Ding. You won the grand prize, you get to take this mangy fur ball out of my house before I drop kick it out into the street."
"You drop kick that kitten and I'll drop kick you next." Wilson starting heading for the door. "I'm going to the store to get some stuff, I'll be right back so don't do anything stupid!"
"Yes mother." He sat on the couch and muttered under his breath, just as Wilson slammed the door shut. The kitten awkwardly limped over to the couch and tried to hop up, but it fell backwards. Finally after a few minutes of watching the determined little kitten, he scooped the thing up and tossed him on a couch cushion. The kitten came over to him and curled up by his right hip.
"Eww… you smell, and when was the last time you were brushed?" he pushed the kitten away from him. Before Wilson could get back House dozed off and the kitten was now sleeping happily in House's lap. Wilson opened the door as quietly as hi could but the kitten heard him and perked up its head. Wilson walked over to the cute little scene then went to drop the bags in the kitchen. When he walked over to the couch the kitten was waiting for him.
"Come here bud." He reached to pick up the kitten but it hissed and spit, wanting to stay on House's lap. "Ok suit yourself, he's not gonna be happy when he finds you there." The kitten curled it self up in a ball, its injured paw jetting out awkwardly.