Author's
Note: I do not own House, M.D. or anything associated with it.
Wish I did, but I don't.
Nor do I
own anything associated with the song used in the drabble. Though, I did get the idea from another H/W fic involving someone's iPod on shuffle. I can't find it now, but I did want to credit the author for giving me inspiration. :D
Song:
Robert Palmer – Bad Case of Loving You
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Jimmy sat in his office, waiting for House. He always was waiting, whether or not he wanted to do so. It was just something that he did, subconsciously or otherwise. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered, then there were other times that were all too clear.
The blue-eyed diagnostician stood outside of the younger oncologist's office, smirking as he knocked on the door and bellowed, "JAMES WILSON! OPEN YOUR GOD DAMN DOOR!"
Jimmy sighed, his hand reached up to his temple and rubbing it slightly. This was one of those times where he would have rather not waited for House, but he let him in, as always. Wilson closed the door behind him and questioned the doctor who had induced yet another headache.
"So, what's the diagnosis?"
Doctor, Doctor, give me the news. I've got a bad case of loving you.
With a kiss and his trademark smirk, House replied. "It's a serious condition, I'm afraid."
Wilson melted slightly beneath the blue-eyed man's kiss; the two men had come to terms with their affection just recently and were both left to think about the course of action. At first, House wanted to run, but with that, Jimmy realized that he had got him after all.
Dryly, he looked up into House's eyes and asked, "How will you ever handle it? First the heart goes, then the mind..."
No pill's gonna cure my ill. I've got a bad case of loving you.
House practically purred his response, "Nothing that a quickie in the doctor's office couldn't cure."
Wilson could only roll his eyes before grinning amusedly. "Not vicodin?"
"Nope." House shook his head, "They'd get jealous."
