House sat on the couch in his living room bouncing the red and white ball which had once occupied a space on the desk in his office gingerly against the wall. It had been three days since his return from Mayfield and Wilson had been kind enough to retrieve this treasure as well as a few others from the diagnostics department sort of as a good will gesture welcoming him back.
A sigh escaped his lips as House thought of the hospital and what it must be like now in his absence. Definitely a lot quieter with fewer complaints from patients he thought to himself. Not that he was surprised of course. Cuddy had practically blamed him on numerous occasions for these situations but what could he say? Sometimes the truth hurts.
In the midst of these thoughts the sound of the answering machine distracted House from bouncing the ball which caused the beloved object to fall to the floor half way between the wall and the couch. House had no doubt surrounding the identity of the mystery caller on the line. It was a well known fact that a certain Oncologist he knew couldn't go a day without proving himself as an enabler…
House, pick up I know your there.
Despite his better judgment House suddenly felt the urge to pick up the phone but then a thought struck him…since when have I ever willingly answered a call? If I started now it might look suspicious to Jimmy.
There was a pause as Wilson listened for a response he knew would never come before continuing to leave a message on the machine with a smirk spread across his lips.
By the silence on the line I can only assume that either A…your not home. B…you are home but to busy unpacking to even have noticed that your machine is no longer broken or C…your there sitting on the couch listening to me rant and rave like a lunatic with absolutely no intention of picking up the phone as a way of getting back to normal. (Sigh) In any case, welcome back House…I'll see you tomorrow…click
As the line went dead and silence filled the room once again, House couldn't help but smirk to himself while retrieving the red and white ball from where it had rolled underneath the coffee table and continuing to bounce.
He knows me so well.
(What do you think? I have absolutely no idea where this is going but I thought I'd give it a shot. As always thank you for reviewing and more to come soon. Wicket forever.)