Chapter Twelve: Not a Moment That's Held In Your Arms
(Disclaimer: I wish I were Shore. But I'm not.)
Dwelling on the thoughts that Wilson had so graciously left him with upon his departure, House tried his best to get some sleep. This of course was futile, seeing as how he hardly slept anyway, and what little sleep he did get he simply dreamed he was awake and still dealing with Wilson. So, tired and rather grumpy, or at least more so than he usually was, House made his way to work the next day, and his first stop was just through the hospital doors.
"Come over tonight."
"House, really?" Cuddy sighed as she pressed the phone she was holding to her shoulder, having paused her conversation upon seeing him walk towards her office. Her expression was far from kind, and even further from tolerant.
"Yes really. Come over tonight. What about that sounds like a joke? I mean sure if you say it right, 'come' could-"
"House!" She exclaimed, holding up a hand in annoyance. "I meant are you really interrupting me for that. I happen to be on the phone with Lacie's father."
House starred at her in that feigning oblivious way that he had that always pissed her off.
"Lacie. Your patient." She growled, her heated glare matching her stressed voice.
"Oh… Short Circuit. Right. How is she, by the way?"
"Why don't you know?"
"Why don't you?"
"House, just stop. You need to go figure out what's killing your patient."
"Don't worry, we put her on mitoxantrone before I left last night, so she SHOULD be doing just fine."
Cuddy looked up sharply and brought the phone back up to her ear, "Peter, I'm so sorry but I'm going to have to call you- Oh all right. Yes, of course. See you soon."
She quickly hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a less than encouraging look, "You think its MS?"
"Looks like MS. Sounds like MS. Killing her like MS."
"Did we run any tests for-"
"Being done as we speak." He nodded, grabbing his pager as it started screaming at him. "Oh shit."
"Oh God…" Cuddy sighed, grabbing her own pager and jumping up to head to the door. "Code Blue."
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After stabilizing poor Lacie and concluding that her worsening condition was indeed NOT MS, House wandered into Wilson's office, hoping that his friend and consultant would help lead him to an epiphany before the little red head keeled over.
"House… what unfortunate event brings you to my office?" Wilson sighed and closed the folder he had been looking through, knowing that now was not going to be the time to try and get any work done.
"I need you to talk to me." House sighed, running a hand through his hair in a way that showed how irritated he had become.
"Obviously, it's why you're here. What do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, you know…" The gruff man replied, plopping into a desk chair with an agitated grunt. "Life. Anything really. Just talk, I need an epiphany."
"Uh… Right." Wilson nodded, still rather confused but willing to go with it. He was, after all, House's muse more often than not. The idea of being House's muse flittered through his mind momentarily and he visibly shuddered.
"You alright?"
"Never better." He said quickly/ "How are you and Cuddy?"
"The same."
"Oh the same. That's good. So how is dating but not dating going? I assume it's still driving you crazy."
"We aren't dating, we WERE having sex until some stupid kid and her dashing dad came in and took all of the attention."
"And you're jealous. You don't want her at all, how silly of anyone to think so. You don't even look like you're in a normal relationship."
House narrowed his eyes at his friend and continued, "We're not in a relationship."
"Sure looks like it."
"But we're not."
"I'm just telling you what it looks like." Wilson sighed, putting his forehead in his hand. He looked up a moment later when he realized that not only had House not said anything, but that he wasn't going to. "Epiphany?"
"My God you're good." House smirked, getting up out of the chair. "Now I'm off to cure the sick one. Thanks for your help, stupid as it was."
His friend rolled his eyes and went back to work, "No problem."
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A/N: So I realize I am a failure for how short this chapter is but I've had some SERIOUS writer's block and I haven't been feeling 100% lately. :\ I apologize. And I send you all love. Mwah!