Disclaimer : Ahhh, House M.D. Not mine.
Characters : House, Wilson, Cuddy
Warnings : Uh, implied H/W.
Your Happiness is My Misery
"House looks happy today . . . "
Cuddy looked up from her desk to see Wilson standing there. She blinked. "And?"
"Uh . . . I'm kind of worried," Wilson said. Cuddy stared at him, incredulously. She was about to say something, but stopped. Cuddy thought about it.
"I . . . think I should go see, uh, what kind of 'happy' House is," Cuddy said. Wilson nodded and lead her to House's office. They stood in the hallway, attempting to stay out of House's field of vision.
"He looks exactly the same to me," Cuddy commented.
"No, can't you see? He's not quite as hunched over as he is normally, and his scowl isn't as big," Wilson pointed out. Cuddy attempted to look closer, while still staying out of House's view.
"I . . . still don't see it," Cuddy said. An air of finality surrounded her words.
Wilson sighed. "He . . . House was talking with his hands more than normal. He seems almost excited," Wilson attempted to explain.
"Are you sure it's not just his leg not hurting as much?"
"It's not. I've seen him clutching it a lot today. He's happy for another reason . . . "
Cuddy sighed. "Uh, look, Wilson, I've got some work to do." She paused. "You can continue watching House. Just call me if he tries to do something like burn down the paediatric ward, or something."
Wilson nodded. Cuddy began to walk away. She suddenly stopped. "You may not want to talk about how you know House is happy. People might . . . get the wrong idea."
Wilson rolled his eyes, and watched her continue walking away. He sighed and spun around . . . Only to come face to face with House. Wilson jumped.
"Talking about me, were you," House stated, rather than asked. Wilson rolled his eyes.
"The entire world doesn't revolve around you," he replied.
"Ha." It seemed as if House was going to leave it at that, yet Wilson knew better. So when House leaned in and whispered in Wilson's ear, "Only your's does," Wilson was not the least surprised. Although the fact that House's breath seemed to trail down his neck, and the way that Wilson's inner monologue had dubbed the voice House had used as 'husky' did.
The older doctor wandered off, and Wilson turned after him. "Oh shut up, House," he mumbled. House turned around to face Wilson, winked, then continued on his way.
The combination of the pounding in his head, from dealing with the mound stress that was House, the suspicious looks he just knew he would be getting from Cuddy, and the annoying fluttering that seemed to center around his stomach, Wilson was positive it was going to be an insufferably long day.
And he still didn't know why House was happy.
Continuable.
But, I'm horridly lazy.
House is pretty sweet. Not sure if I captured anyone's character that well. Heh. ;;
Oh, you guys should all downsize the text when reading! It's so much cuter!
We'll just see how this goes then.
-Taryn.