Title: Celebration.
Beta: None, all mistakes my own.
Rating: PG-13.
Genre: Gen.
Pairings: Hints of House/Wilson.
Feedback: Please! Feed my crazy!
Word Count: +/- 435.
Summary: Wilson's always there, on Christmas and Easter and his Birthday… Valentine's Day too.
Notes: Just an idea I chewed on, a random bit of imagery I liked.
Celebration.
It's a day of cheer, of love and friendship designed to make people value what matters most in life. At least, that's what the silly article in the newspaper reads, but for House, it's little more than a bothersome Hallmark holiday designed to make idiots even more idiotic than usual and convince them to waste money they don't have in the first place.
Needless to say, Gregory House does not enjoy Valentine's Day, the same way he doesn't enjoy Easter or Christmas or his Birthday.
Wilson can go make doe eyes at his nurses all he wants, and Foreman can look at him oddly and sprang bizarre speculation about his loveless life, and Cameron can give him that 'worried, but not quite' look and make some soulful comment on the importance of love and friendship, and even Chase is allowed to give him the random remark about the lack of red in his office; they can do all that, he'll instigate them to, but they will not make him enjoy the wrenched holiday, not at all.
And what's to celebrate, anyway? A sickening obsession with red, pink and heart-shaped objects? Freud would have had a day finding the meaning of that fixation, had he had the chance to do so. Or maybe those pathetic sentiments of co-dependence that disable people from making their own choices, and whenever they do make their own choices, leave them wide open for someone else to come and mess them up. Oh, yes, that's certainly something he celebrates daily, gulping down each pill as a fond thought to his beloved.
House doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day or Christmas or Easter or his Birthday. He wonders why he's still surprised to find Wilson waiting for him back home, a ridiculously and rather obscenely large balloon in his grasp and hot Chinese on the table. He shouldn't be surprised, the grinning idiot does the same thing each and every year, on Christmas and Easter and his Birthday, and yes, on Valentine's Day too.
"Happy Valentine," he says proudly, offering the balloon as one would offer something precious.
House stares at him for a moment, debating whether he should snap or not, then grudgingly accepts the gift, only to let it float to the ceiling with a quiet 'thump'.
"Shut up."
He wonders why Wilson's still smiling, but then again, it's probably because there's fondness in his voice when he scoffs. They eat Chinese and watch repeats of old soap operas, the balloon forgotten in the ceiling and Wilson laughing quietly at something House can't remember anymore.
Happy Valentine… indeed.