House was just passing the bathroom door when he heard Wilson talking to someone. Silently he edged closer and placed his ear to the wood.
"Oh come on guys! I only had it a second ago! I know you must have it!
I really need it – I can't go out until I get it back!"
There was the sound of Wilson opening every cupboard door and moving across the floor to all four corners of the room.
Then House jumped as Wilson stamped his feet in exasperation:
"You can have House's!" He yelled at the air.
Still there was no reply.
Who was Wilson talking to?
"Tell you what – you give it back now and I will generously leave it out for the rest of the day for you to play with."
There was a second's silence, and then suddenly the sound of a definite clunk from the bathroom. House opened the door and peered in.
Wilson was spread-eagled across the floor, having slipped on a wet tile.
He glanced up at House and then his eyes were drawn to an object hiding behind the shower curtain.
"Why are you practically making out with your toothbrush?" House asked in amusement two seconds later.
Although Wilson's mouth was full of bristles, he still managed to make a sound like a mumbled
"The fairies took it….........Oh shut up House"
House M.D. does not belong to me. However this plot does, however silly, as I was lucky enough to experience it first hand this morning.
Just it was my hairbrush. I found it under a duster in the bottom of my wardrobe. How it got there? I have no idea. :p