Chit-Chat
Summary: A little musing between House and Wilson. No pairings. Dialogue-drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own the House, M.D. characters.
Heads-up: Basically dialogue. Don't like that kind of fic, then don't read.
"Why do you think Cuddy hasn't asked me for a donation yet?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because the suicide rate would skyrocket if there was another House in the world. Or maybe because you're an ass."
"Thank you for that incredibly bitchy insight. I'm serious, Wilson."
"Maybe she doesn't feel comfortable asking you. That would be another thing you hold over her head."
"Name one thing I hold over her head now."
"…"
"That's what I thought."
"I'm thinking."
"You can't come up with anything."
"I just need time to think."
(tap tap tap)
"I got it. It's not that you would have something to hold over her head, it's that you would make her miserable for it."
"I would make her miserable for having my child?"
"Yes. You would. And don't even think about denying it."
"Fine. Maybe I would make her miserable, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't mind giving a donation."
"You really want to have a daughter that looks like Cuddy?"
"Who says it'll be a girl?"
"Oh come on House. You know with your luck, you'll get a girl that has Cuddy's body."
"Yeah…you're right…" (tap tap) "Then Chase might try to kiss her when she's 9."
"Have I mentioned how much of an ass you are?"
A/N: Told you guys to expect something.
I actually had a lot of fun with this. I love dialogue. And the banter between House and Wilson continues to crack me up.
Hope you loved it as much I did writing it.