My first uploaded House fic! I actually wrote this one a while ago, but I thought it was goodish. R&R!
Disclaimer: Does anyone own House?
House frowned as he stared at the computer screen. "Come on..." He squinted, trying desperately to see what had to be there. "I spent fifty dollars on you, you worthless piece of -- work, goddammit!" He banged the mouse in frustration.
"Good morning to you to." A voice said from the doorway, and House jumped.
"Don't do that!" he snapped at Wilson. Wilson smirked.
"Heard what you said to Cuddy."
"Do you see anything?" House swiveled the computer around so Wilson could see the video of his current patient's, Raymond Estavos' heart.
"What made you say that?"
"Did you hear me?"
Wilson regarded him closely. "You're still in love with her, aren't you?" he said slowly.
House jabbed his finger at the screen "Here. Heart. Problem."
"I knew it."
"Me too. I just can't find the damned thing."
"You know what I mean. I think she still likes you too." House glanced at his watch.
"Whoops, gotta go." Wilson checked his watch too.
"At two o' clock in the evening? You can't go home yet."
"Lunch."
"You just came back from lunch."
"Are you stalking me?"
"No."
"Then maybe I didn't."
Wilson stared at him. "You've got to accept it some time, you know. It'll just catch up with you."
"Well, with this cane, it will." House tossed Wilson his cane roughly, reaching under his desk and pulling out a folded wheelchair. Wilson groaned.
"Not this again." The corners of House's mouth twitched.
"Oh, yes, this again."
"Why torture the woman you love?"
"Cause it's fun." House wheeled himself to the door before realising, and then whirling himself around to face Wilson he added, "And I DON'T love her!" Wilson shook his head amusedly as House resumed his exit.
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