Note of Authory Doom: Someone on lj asked me to do a follow-up to my fic Dead Poets, but featuring the slightly more obscure movie My Best Friend is a Vampire. So, I surrendered to the temptation and did as asked, because it's such an excellent movie. XD Hope you enjoy! And another movie sneaks in at the end; see if you can't identify it, just for kicks. Hehe. Read and review, please. :3
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"So, listen—"
"House, I was with a patient."
"And I'm impatient. It all works out. I have a question for you."
"…What kind of question?"
"Such suspicion. You wound me. If I let you come over for movie night tonight—"
"You want to have a movie night?"
"Maybe. And stop that. It should be illegal to sound so happy this early in the morning."
"It's almost eleven-thirty, House."
"Yes, but it's almost eight-thirty in Hollywood. I'm with the movie stars. Which, conveniently, leads back to my original point..."
"Movie night."
"Stop bouncing. You're such a woman."
"Like it bothers you."
"Well, regardless, stop for a minute. This is crucial."
"I'm listening."
"Okay, look, I just bought this DVD player. If you smash it, I am obligated to seek vengeance. It's in the warrantee. ¿Comprende?"
"House, you bought that DVD player with my credit card."
"The threat still stands."
"I'm not going to…look, I apologized. I bought you a new one. You banished me for a month. Can't we just let it go?"
"You're a madman. You're lucky I still talk to you."
"It'll never happen again."
"I'm not convinced."
"House…"
"Snap once, shame on you. Snap twice, shame on me. Snap three times, I have to find a new best friend while you're rotting away in prison. Very inconvenient."
"I swear. I don't even know what happened…"
"Don't care. And as long as you don't hurt my new DVD player, we're cool."
"You have my word as a gentleman."
"Hmph. Quit grinning; you look like a psychopath. I'll see you at six."
"Six-thirty."
"Don't push it, Wilson."
…
"Hey, House."
"Hi, pizza."
"…"
"Oh, sorry. Pizza and beer."
"House."
"…And Wilson, I guess, if you're going to mope."
"I'm not going to—"
"Get in here, would you? I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry."
"And you're always annoying. Hand me a beer."
"Uh-huh."
"Now, listen. We have some ground rules to go over."
"Let me guess. Another variation of 'don't beat up the DVD player'?"
"Actually, now it's 'don't beat up the VCR.' Movie I wanted is only available on VHS."
"Sounds…obscure."
"Extremely."
"Have I heard of it?"
"Dunno. Have you?"
"House, not this again. Just tell me what we're watching."
"No can do."
"Dammit, House."
"You going to have another episode?"
"…Is this some kind of test? You're trying to diagnose the cause of my freakout?"
"An ounce of prevention…"
"You invited me over to satisfy your sick, persistent curiosity, didn't you?"
"Was that a question?"
"No. And gimme the damn beer."
…
"Augh! House!"
"Hey, watch it! Bum leg, here!"
"You started it—what the hell was that for?"
"Didn't want you to see the title. I think I'm bleeding; hope you're happy."
"You'll survive. I did not go postal on the DVD player because you kept me from knowing something. If it were that easy, I'd be freaking out on you all the time."
"…Good point. And onward down the list we go."
"You made a list? …How am I still surprised by these things?"
"No idea. It's fun, though. It can't be the Robin Williams factor; Jumanji scared the hell out of you, but you didn't go batshit…"
"House, you hid in my closet at four in the morning playing the bongo drums. Of course it scared the hell out of me."
"Never been boring. So continuing through IMDb, this Robert Sean Leonard guy is up to bat."
"…That name seems…oddly familiar."
"We'll just go down the list until we find whoever caused your crazies. Or whatever. Haven't really figured that out yet."
"Almost…too familiar. Like I should know it, but shouldn't, at the same time."
"…How very interesting."
"House, I'm feeling kind of…strange, here. Like reality is…oh, god. Is that?.. Oh, god."
"..."
"He's…I'm…oh, god."
"Not that is interesting."
"I need to borrow your—"
"Oh no you don't."
"House, are you seeing this? It must be destroyed; don't you get it? The fabric of reality—"
"I so called this. Remember that time when I called you a vampire? Come on, you remember, that time with the—"
"House!"
"No way. Don't you dare. Do you have any idea how hard it was to track down this movie?"
"This is beyond your control! Beyond all our control! We have to stop it!"
"I can stop it anytime I want. I just don't want to."
"This is no time for your crap, House!"
"Wilson, what the hell are you doing?"
"What I should have done two minutes ago!"
"You're running up my heating bill; close the damn—Wilson!"
"It has to be done!"
"Wilson, wait a—gyah!"
"You'll thank me for this later!"
"You just tripped a cripple!"
"I regret nothing!"
"Damn it, Wilson!"
…
"…House…"
"Can it, vampire."
"House, I'm sorry. I don't know what—"
"Strange, it almost sounds like someone's talking, but…nah. Must be the wind."
"…That movie was out for blood. You saw it. It was so many different kinds of wrong."
"The wind sure can't take a hint today."
"I just saved all our lives."
"Self-righteous, too."
"Who knows what could have happened if I hadn't taken action?"
"Would a 'blowing hot air' joke be in bad taste?"
"I'll buy you a new VCR. I'll pay for the movie."
"Never trust the wind. It's like my momma always said…"
"House, come on."
"Oh, that's right, it wasn't the wind. It was my good friend Wilson. Destroyer of movie nights everywhere."
"…"
"…You're a freak, you know."
"I'm not boring."
"Uh-uh, you don't get to say that. Only I get to say that."
"Can I say that I'm sorry, then?"
"Maybe. I'm still thinking about it. I'll let you know if you pass the pizza, though."
…
"Urgh."
"What?"
"Too garlicky. Here. I'm gonna go make a sandwich."
"…Vampire."
"Jackass."
…
"I still don't see why you get to pick the movie."
"For one, your Pay-Per-View is on my credit card account."
"That's a stupid reason."
"And for another, I have the remote."
"I could always take it from you."
"I could always toss it out the window to join your poor, dead VCR."
"You're a cold man, James Wilson."
"Too soon?"
"Quit staring at my jugular."
"You know your circulatory system is the only one for me. Ah, here we go. Sounds innocent enough."
"This? This is a kid movie, Wilson."
"A patient recommended it."
"Was the patient, by chance, a seven-year-old?"
"Yep."
"Well that's just…just…"
"…House?"
"Nothing, I'm fine…just feeling a little…off."
"…"
"Wilson? Is it just me, or…is this movie starting to fray the very threads of reality?"
…
"…"
"Quit smirking. Pass the damn beer. The new TV is coming out of your bank account."
"…"
"…"
"…So tell me, when are you formally adopting Steve?"