A/N: Chapter Eight!!! Hehehe, I wonder what they got as information for House…let's find out!
"About time you guys came back!" House exclaimed from his big boss chair. He seemed ruffled, his hair messed up (more than it used to be) and his eyes were outlined in dark, dark circles. Their first impression is that he was watching his regular porn, but seeing the screen filled with important and confidential hospital files AND a big cup of coffee means otherwise. "So, where is it?" His hand beckons to their notebooks, but they refused to give it to him.
"We can't give this to you, House. It's cheating," Taub replied to the irritated man.
"Oh, since when are you so law abiding?" House scolded, grabbing his notebook. After a couple of flips, he realized that it was completely blank. "Okay, either you forgot or it was so damn boring that it didn't matter. Which one is it?!" House yelled out the last part, making the three back off a bit.
"House, calm down!" Foreman requested desperately, putting his hands up in the air.
"You're creeping us out," Thirteen added.
"HOW CAN I?" Everyone froze, standing there like inanimate objects. He was standing up, with his face up in their own. House then breathed slowly through his nostrils, calming down. He sat down on his chair once again, taking out his reading glasses, taking Thirteen's and Foreman's to read.
"Nothing…soooo…is it—"
"They were good," Thirteen piped up, a bit hesitant and scared from the incident that just happened. "It was catchy and well choreographed."
"Oh," House acknowledged that fact, and then turned to Foreman. "What about you?"
"Ditto."
"And you, Taub?"
Taub looked up from the ivory lounge chair. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Should I tell him--?
"Weeeeeellll??"
"Ummm…well—"
"What is wrong with you?!" an Aussie accent filled in Taub's supposed words. It so turns out that it was Chase, who entered the room, a tad furious. His hands were on his hips, and he was walking dramatically to House.
"Gee, I don't know, my leg, my evil and sadistic humor, umm what else?" House pondered for a bit.
"NOT THAT!" Chase stepped closer, so close that they were chest-to-chest. "What you said at that meeting was uncalled for. Telling important people that Wilson cheated on his wife with that cancer patient is NOT how you usually handle things. Things this stupid. I'm surprised that Cuddy hasn't talked to you about that yet!"
"You did WHAT?!" Foreman stood up from his seat, also stepping closer to his boss.
"Don't beat me up!" House winced, guarding his face with his arms and cane.
"It's not funny, House!" Chase hollered, then stepped back. But House didn't listen. Instead, he dropped to the ground, doing the armadillo.
The team rolled their eyes, crossing their arms.
House then stood up after a few minutes of the armadillo, realizing that no one was playing along. He sat back in his seat like nothing happened.
"And what are you going to do about that? Scold me like Cuddy? I already developed my ears to zone out when—"
"No I'm not…" Chase paused, thinking of what else to do. Then he smiled, smiled a huge and evil grin. He looked at House (who in return pouted at the wombat) and said,
"If you don't apologize, then I'm out of this. Then Taub has to fill in."
Thirteen and Foreman shivered involuntarily at the idea. Having Taub singing Usher horribly is already hell for them, let alone having him dance along with them, singing something else. They nodded fiercely at House, begging him to take the offer.
But House just laughed. He laughed and laughed, holding on to the desk and chair, just cracking up at Chase's failed attempt to scare him. It soon died down, as the team and Chase stare down at him, determined to get him to apologize to his friend.
"Don't you people have a sense of humor anymore?!" House opened his mouth once again to say something else wise, but then Chase's death glare continued to scare him (which is uncomfortable for him).
"Alright, I'll do it," House replied, sighing. Chase beamed like an idiot once again. It feels good to win, thought Chase. House then leaves the office, ready to forcibly say sorry to his friend.
"I'll have a large Coke and ummm…how much for the hot wings?" Wilson asked the guy on the telephone once again. It was lunchtime, and he CRAVED for hot wings and pizza. Might as well get some hot wings…but…
Before the irritated man on the other line could answer, a long beep was heard, meaning that the call was disconnected. He looked up, sighing disappointedly at House, his EX-friend.
"What do you want, besides making me STARVE and humiliating me in front of my OTHER friends?"
House stayed quiet, looking down at his shoes, his cane tapping quietly.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thu—
"Can you stop that?!" Wilson yelled out, which made the man stop. "What do you—"
"I'm sorry," were the words that came out of his mouth. Wilson was shocked, but he tried not to show it.
"Come again?"
"You heard me!" House argued, looking up. They looked at each other's eyes, then—
Bursts of laughter filled the room; with both of them laughing at this stupid fight.
"M-m-mannnnn, it was STUPID!" House cried out, clutching the table for support.
"I-I-I-I knowww!!!" Wilson agreed, still gripping on the telephone.
It died down, and silence filled the room. They continue to stare at each other, but now smiles occupy their mouths.
"Sooooo…we cool?"
House nodded, and then started walking back to his own awesome office.
"House?"
"Yeah?"
"I've heard from one of my dancers that a big nosed guy was seen in the theater that I was in, and I just thought of you."
He clenched his teeth tightly, breathing though his nostrils heavily as he close his eyes tightly. Damn it, Taub, you're an idiot.
"Oh, yes!" House cried out, trying to seem optimistic. "That guy deserves a smack in the face for doing something so stupid!" He put emphasis on the words, making sure that the ex-plastic surgeon can hear.
"SHUT UP HOUSE!" The possibly embarrassed man yelled out in reply.
"I'll let it go this time," Wilson replied, chuckling softly. House continued walking, still smiling. "But that doesn't mean that I'll let you go easy. You're still gonna kiss my feet once I win."
House stopped once again, turning his head. "Not before I can get there first."
He leaves the room, limping as usual. Wilson smiled as he dials the number for pizza once again.
"Sorry, was interrupted by a MEAN, overdramatic, sarcastic ass that works at my place." A pause. "No, I don't hate him…he's…" he paused, thinking of words to say, "my best friend."
"AWWWWWW!!" Taub, Chase and Thirteen chirped in unison. Foreman rolled his eyes, couldn't believe what he's seeing. Three young doctors with their own personal stethoscopes listening intently to the adjacent wall, hearing their boss and friend laughing and forgiving each other.
"Can you tell me why you guys are--?"
"It's obvious that they're going to end up together, Foreman," Thirteen replied to his ridiculous attempt to crush the Hilson dream.
"Yeah, after Cuddy when after Lucas, it's kinda obvious he'll go after his best friend," Chase added.
Everyone stares and stares at him. Apparently they didn't know that dirty little secret.
"Cuddy's dating that creepy detective guy?" Taub asked, a bit shocked.
"Yeah…I was pretty shocked too when I found out. It's kinda—"
"Cougar status?" Foreman ended his sentence.
Taub and Thirteen laughed, couldn't believe that he actually said it. Chase frowned, taking his end of the stethoscope from the wall.
"I don't see what's wrong. I dated a woman that was 6 years older than me."
"And how did that go?"
Chase opened his mouth once again to say something, but then closed it.
"Exactly."
Before Chase could give Foreman a glare, Thirteen beckoned Chase to listen, knowing that this is good.
"I've heard from one of my dancers that a big nosed guy was seen in the theater that I was in, and I just thought of you," Wilson said to him.
Taub gulped nervously. Crap.
Everything was deadly silent. House clicked his fingers, and a swift motion was heard.
"Oh, yes!" House cried out, trying to seem optimistic. "That guy deserves a smack in the face for doing something so STUPID!" He put emphasis on the words, making sure that the ex-plastic surgeon can hear.
The rest of the team snickered, knowing that Taub wants to hide in a little corner and cry. But he puts himself together, yelling back,
"SHUT UP HOUSE!" the possibly embarrassed man yelled out in reply.
They hear a chuckle from Wilson and he then said,
"I'll let it go this time," Wilson replied. A pause, and footsteps are heard. "But that doesn't mean that I'll let you go easy. You're still gonna kiss my feet once I win."
The man halted, and a swish is heard once again.
"Not before I can get there first," he teased, then continued walking. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!"
They quickly turned around, hiding their evidence that they overheard.
"N-nothing…" Thirteen replied nervously, laughing like a guilty kid that just stole cookies from a cookie jar.
"I had NO part of it," Foreman confessed, putting his hand up in the air. House glared at the rest of them, hopefully giving a well reasonable explanation.
An awkward silence fills between the four, as Foreman grabs a cup from the coffee station. He opens the package, putting hot water into the machine as he whistles to the tune of "Single Ladies".
House cleared his throat dramatically, tapping Chase's foot with his cane.
"Explanation please to why you were listening to my SECRET convers—"
"WE SUPPORT HILSON OKAY?!"
Everyone turned to Taub, who covered his big mouth. He pointed at Chase, who pointed at Thirteen. She completed the circle by pointing at Taub. House sighed,rubbing his temples and then walked to Foreman.
"You support 'Huddy' do you?"
Foreman stiffened immediately at the pairing, then continued sipping his coffee.
"Is it not possible?" he replied, his eyebrow raised.
House chuckled, shaking his head. "Everyone knows that me and Wilson have a better chance and 'Huddy'! She's TAKEN!" He walks out the meeting room, going back to his office, sitting on the lounge chair. He grabbed a porn magazine and continued to read. Everyone else stared back at Foreman with evil smiles on their faces.
"Shut up."
A/N: Hahaha I just HAD to put some Hilson in there….but hey, it's fluff. They're NOT going to hook up…promise to y'all. More singing from the team next chapter!
