The challenge was to write a drabble that included these five words
Prank
Suitcase
Poster
Wallpaper
Phone
House was bored. This was not a revelation. He was in pain, hungry, but most of all bored. His eyes scanned his office until they came to rest on the poster on his wall. Wilson had given him it – it was a picture of three confused looking ducklings. Wilson. House got an idea.
He picked up the phone and rang through to the oncologist's hotel room.
"Pack a suitcase" He hung up.
The phone rang. House picked it up.
"Why?"
"Are you questioning me?"
"Yes"
"Pack a suitcase! And come over to mine"
House hung up again and headed home.
Wilson was confused. This was a regular occurrence, what with being friends with House. But he threw some things in a case and headed out the door, pausing only to throw his cute grey hoodie over his head.
House opened the door and before Wilson could walk in, hustled him out of it.
"You're driving"
"Okay"
"Where are we going?" Wilson asked ten minutes later as they turned into a part of town he wasn't familiar with.
"Here"
The younger doctor glanced out of the window up at the block of grimy flats. House hobbled out of the car, cane in one hand and a long thin package in the other. He hauled his rucksack on his back.
Wilson did not move from the curb.
"If this is some sort of prank you can just leave me here"
"Me? Prank you? What would give u such an idea" House responded, faking indignation. "Come on"
Luckily their destination was on the ground floor so House didn't have to bypass the broken elevator to hobble up the stairs. He opened the nearest room with a key.
Compared to the hall outside, the room was spotless and empty.
"O-kay" Said Wilson, drawing out the syllable as he entered the room.
"I'm going to use it for my card nights"
"Why? You've never had problems with random strangers invading your house before"
"Do you have to question everything I do?"
"Yes"
House flung the package at Wilson. He undid it. It was wallpaper.
"You want me to help you wallpaper?"
"No. I want you to wallpaper. I'm just going to sit here" He made himself comfortable on the floor and opened his rucksack drawing out brushes and paste.
Two hours later both men lay flat out on the floor admiring their handiwork.
"It took you long enough" Said House
"It would have taken me half the time if you had stuck to your decision to leave me to it. It's distracting when a cripple tries to hang wall paper"
House flung the brush at him.
Wilson looked around the room again. The smile on his face slowly fell.
"Er House?"
"What?"
"Where's the door?"
The diagnostician sat up and glanced around the room.
"On the bright side we did a really good job…"
Wilson flung the brush back at house, dragged his suitcase over to use as a pillow and lay back down.
"You can sort it in the morning"
"Me!" House exclaimed indignantly.
"Yes you. Goodnight House"
House glanced from Wilson's sleeping form to where he knew the door was hiding. He smirked.