Fandom: House, MD
Characters/Pairing: Gregory House / James Wilson
Prompt: #2 - "Gluttony"
Word Count: 338
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: House, MD © David Shore
Author's Notes: I haven't been writing enough House fics in a while. I haven't been watching it either. Shameful, really it is. I watched the whole series the other day and got back into it. That and I got my grandmother into the series (she loves Hugh's blue eyes. She sits there the whole time going "Pause it, pause it! Wow, so pretty." It's kind of funny.) But anyway, yeah--shame on me, fool me blah blah blah.

For as long as he could remember, food had been a good friend to him. That and any drugs that would give him a good enough and long enough high. Oh yeah, and Wilson. Wilson definitely for giving him the food.

Potato chips, sandwiches, steaks. Anything high in fat and calories.

Salads? Hell no. Not that healthy shit.

House inched his hand across the table and stole the beloved bag of Lays that rested next to the Styrofoam dish that held Wilson's sandwich. The oncologist's hand flew towards the bag in a futile attempt to save it, but House kicked back in his chair and opened the bag with a victorious air to him.

His victory was a lone celebration, having the enemy roll his eyes at him and pull the sandwich close to his person.

"Why do you always take my food? Get your own. You have money, spend it."

House stuffed a handful of the greasy potatoes into his mouth and spoke, ignoring the pieces that flew out. "Now why would I do that when I have my bestest, closest, and most awesome-est buddy buying for me? It would be wrong of me to turn it down."

Wilson stared down at the specks on the table and inched away. "House, that's disgusting. Keep your mouth shut when you eat."

It's routine. House gets hungry. Wilson is getting food. House steals food and feeds himself. Wilson gets annoyed and rants. House does the puppy-eyes. Wilson rolls eyes and the subject is dropped.

"Is there a light somewhere that goes on when I have food?"

House plops onto a chair as he opens the bag of potato chips, holding it up to his lips as he speaks.

"Green for food, orange for beverages, red for impure thoughts." He leans in with a smirk as the chip crunches between his teeth. "That bulb burns out every two weeks."

And once again, he receives an eye roll from Wilson as he watches House eat the chips with an exasperated sigh.