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Ch. 7
6:00 P.M. Gregory House stared at the clock as if pleading with it to go faster. Wilson had fallen asleep on the couch, worn out from taking care of his 'god children' while House had gone off to watch General Hospital. Now that it was over, House was irritated, and bored. Sammy and Jason had gone off to terrorize another part of the house, and House was too tired to go looking for them. He limped over to the couch Wilson was at, shoving him over to one side so he could sit down as well. He sighed softly as he laid his cane down and closed his eyes. It was so peaceful. So quiet. House popped open his eyes. Quiet? That was utterly insane. Today in general had never been quiet. Something was up; his leeches were planning something.
He stood up slowly, grabbing his cane. He prodded Wilson who immediately woke up with a start. "Wha-?"
"It's too quiet."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"It would be, except for the fact that your godchildren are never quiet."
Wilson stood up quietly, cocking his head to the side. House raised his voice. "Jason? Sam?"
There was no answer. House arched an eyebrow. Wilson folded his arms across his chest. House moved to climb up the stairs painfully, Wilson right behind him. House cautiously maneuvered his cane to readily open the kids' door. Turning to face Wilson, House put down his cane and smirked. He stood right in front of his kids' room and said, "Mommy'll be coming home soon! Who wants to help cook dinner?" There was silence for a moment and then he heard furious whispering on the other side of the door. House rolled his eyes and smirked at Wilson. Wilson just grinned. However, the kiddies didn't come running out like the adults had expected.
House sighed. "Alright, Jimmy. On the count of three. One. Two. Three." House opened the door; side stepped, and shoved Wilson into the room. Wilson stumbled into the room and glared at House. Wilson turned his attention back to the room. The kiddies were nowhere to be seen. House gave Wilson a questioning stare as he slowly made his way into the room. The two men cautiously peered around the room, but the mini Houses were not there.
All of a sudden, House looked up. His eyes widened as he saw Jason and Sammy peering down at the two men, grinning widely.
"Trouble at 5:00!" shouted House.
Wilson, who had been looking under the bed, straightened up to look at House. "Your five o clock, of my five o clock?"
"UP, YOU IDIOT!" House shouted. But it was too late. Sammy and crouched and jumped on top of House.
"Daddy!!!" She said giggling, landing on top of House. Jason grinned and followed suit.
"Uncle Jimmy!!!" He said, laughing, while jumping onto Wilson's back.
Both House and Wilson thankfully toppled onto the bed with both of the children safe. House muttered a string of choice words, before glaring each child in the eye. Wilson merely sighed heavily and covered his face with his hands. House sat up, cringing.
"That." He said menacingly. "Was not funny. At all. Jason. Samantha." Sam's eyes grew wide. Her daddy hardly ever used her full name unless he was really mad at her. Uh-oh, she thought. House continued. "You two, are in so much trouble. You could have seriously hurt your Uncle Jimmy here." He said, glancing at Wilson. He stared at his oldest. "A LOT of trouble."
Jason managed to ask, "When mommy comes home?"
House managed to turn a smirk into a well-timed cough. "I don't know. Do you think you deserve to wait until mommy comes home?"
Sammy jumped in, fearful. "Yes, daddy! We so sorry! Me and Jason didn't mean it. We was just having fun."
House glanced over at Wilson again who had uncovered his face.
"What do you think, Wilson?"
"Yeah, they can wait until Cuddy comes home."
Sammy cheered. "Yay! Thank you, Uncle Jimmy! We sorry. We hope you didn't gits hurt!"
House looked at his youngest. "But you do know, you're not getting any desert tonight."
Sammy and Jason both had the sense to stay silent.
"Yes daddy, we know."
House nodded. "Good." He stood up, and Wilson followed him back down the stairs to the couch. They both slowly sat down on the couch, and within moments, the television was on, Wilson was sleeping, and House was dozing off. Forgetting, that he was supposed to make dinner before Lisa got home.
