*Chapter 4: Survival of the Fittest
Synopsis: in order to get House to finally attend a hospital team-building event, Cuddy arranges for them to go camping!
Characters: Cuddy, House, Cameron, Chase, Foreman, Thirteen, Wilson, Taub, and Amber (why? Because I like Amber. And Thirteen. Don't really like Taub, but it's kind of crucial I include the midget. Midgets are cool, right?
Ships: Huddy, Chameron, Amber/Wilson, and Thirteen/Foreman.
Rules: if you review, I'll keep posting. Sound good?*
Chapter 4: Unpacking, part two
"Who the hell packed this?" Foreman, in a rage, saw the bag chocked full of Playboy magazines, a few orange pill bottles, a nice pocketknife, and a little first aid kit.
"Pills say House." Chase explained. "And the Playboys."
"Knife and first aid kit say boy scout." Wilson made a valid point.
"Doctor could also explain first aid." Taub interrupted. "And the knife for his inner wilderness boy."
"And to believe 'wilderness boy' has slept through our analyzing." Wilson concluded that portion.
"Second matter of business. Four beds, five guys." Taub observed. "And I'M not sharing." He sank down on his top bunk like an eleven year old pouting.
"Why not?" Foreman asked. "It's most convenient."
"Why, because I'm smaller?" Taub chuckled and wagged his finger. "Like I haven't heard THAT before."
"You HAVE heard that before?" Chase asked, amazed, whipping his blonde fringe from his eyes.
"I'm most convenient because I'm smaller and less intimidating." Taub continued. "Short jokes are a little cliche, no?"
Chase rolled his eyes. "Then let's go ask ranger for another bed."
"A waste of energy." Foreman told his former lackey. "You think if they had an extra bed for the group of nine we wouldn't have already got it? Be smart, Chase."
"Then Taub and I will take top bunks, you and Wilson can fight over who gets to sleep with House." Chase, on his way to his left upper bunk, gestured below him to the fakely napping House. Foreman scowled, but Wilson- without a doubt- wasn't listening to the conversation.
"And I vote Wilson." Foreman said, as Wilson looked at him with a pair of puppy-dog eyes. You know Foreman didn't buy that. "Go on."
Wilson had never trudged across a room with a heavier step than he did right then. Left foot, then right, another two strides and his face met his bunkmate. He dropped his stuff beside the bed and crept onto it, as though House wouldn't find him being by his side odd. To Wilson's luck, though, House rolled over and gave him another three inches of space. "You know, I never thought it would be House and I... sleeping together." It's sad when you chuckle at your own words, but Wilson was a pro at it.
House stretched out and rolled back over, pushing Wilson off the bed. "Piss off, gay boy." House sat up, getting Foreman and Chase to chuckle. But Taub and Wilson were steadfast. "It was a joke. You're supposed to laugh."
*Please review. I need viewer feedback.*
