A/N: This is based on a role-play a friend did with me the other day when I needed a distraction from my horrendous headache. I purposely left it cryptic because I like the way it flowed.
Warning: YAOI. SHOUNEN-AI. SLASH. BOY-ON-BOY. HOMOSEXUAL. Got it? Good. Feel free to take a deeper meaning to things too… XD
Summary: Just another day being House's (more than) friend. Drabble-like Oneshot. Slight Hilson going on.
Disclaimer: Really? Seriously? How could I ever own the rights to House MD? …. No, really. Seriously. TELL ME.
I. WANT.
Remember:
"Speech"
Emphasis
Everything Else
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ROUTINE
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Like always, he's walking down the hall, folder in hand regarding his next patient, at 3:34 pm. At 3:35, a flame-sporting cane trips him. "GAH!" proceeds to echo down the nearly empty, but oh-so pristine hallways. Adding insult to injury, the doctor falls flat on his rather baby-faced face.
"Whacha doing down there?" a voice asks in a tone that tries to portray anything but taunting.
"I dunno," answers the doctor as he turns to the voice, rubbing a poor injured nose, "You tell me." He glares over his gloved fingertips. The owner of the voice—and cane—sports the most innocent look. It must have been practiced—or well used—because it is as pristine as the halls. "You gonna help me up? Or should I call upon a pretty, strapping Aussie instead?" the doctor on the floor inquires, tilting up his own innocent visage.
While gazing down at the doctor, suddenly a look comes to the cane-wielder's bright blue eyes. An epiphany. That cane is thudding on the floor as its owner hobbles in a makeshift run down the hallway.
"I'm going to take that as a no," the younger doctor grumbles, standing up dusting off undetectable dirt. Preoccupied, he didn't hear the cane thumping back toward him in quick, jerky moves. Then, a peck landed near the corner of his frowning mouth.
"Wish me luck!" the voice now has a laughing quality as it's owner runs off.
"Yeah. Sure. Break a leg…" the doctor responds, hiding his reddening face behind patient papers. The glimpse at the wristwatch reads 3:38. By 3:39 pm, it was just another day being House's friend.
—END—
