Author's Note: At first I was just going to try a House/Wilson story, but I decided to try something different for a change. There will eventually be more of these. This one's kind of short, just to feel it out.
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or related characters, but then you already knew that. Overall title is from the Rolling Stones; you know as the great philosopher Jagger once said… The title for the installment comes from another band you might have heard of: Queen. I don't care what anyone says; anybody who doesn't like Queen is just homophobic. Freddy Mercury is the greatest front man of all time.
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Sympathy for the Devil
Installment One
Play the Game
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House barged into Wilson's office through the balcony door.
"I'm sorry," he said with no preamble.
Wilson looked up. "What for?"
"No idea." He settled himself in one of Wilson's chairs and hooked his cane over the top of Wilson's desk. "But you've been looking at me like I'm some bad dog that's just piddled on the carpet, so whatever I've done; I'm sorry."
"You don't know what I'm mad about?"
"Nope and I don't care. I'd rather not know, actually. That way, if it's something stupid you don't have to be mad at me for being mad at you for being mad at me about something silly."
Wilson blinked.
"So anyway I apologized. You can stop looking at me like that."
"You do realize that wasn't an actual apology."
"Sure it was, I said 'I'm sorry' and everything."
"You can't apologize for things at random anytime I seem upset and expect instant forgiveness unless you actually know what you're apologizing for," Wilson said.
But it was no use arguing; House was already out the door. After all, he knew he was forgiven.