Interlude for Tempered
Wilson caught up to House and for a moment they walked the halls of the hospital in an awkward silence.
"Sooo—you noticed, huh?" Wilson murmured, hating the need to get to the point. House nodded grimly.
"That it got taken down? Ooh yeah," came the swift retort.
"That happens sometimes. Especially here. Some readers are paranoid. And some people can't accept certain . . . relationships."
House shot him an appraising look and grimaced. "Some folks need a swift kick in the ass. I was going to nail Cuddy again. Thisfrickinclose!" he held up a thumb and forefinger. "It was all about to happen in the next chapter. It even had romaaaance in it—something I'm sure YOU'D insist on."
Wilson smirked a little, but nodded. "Probably." He coughed, clearing his throat a little self-consciously. "So—were you the, ah, ONLY one getting some action in that next chapter?"
House rolled his eyes. "You're in the throes of a divorce—I understand needy, but at least let the corpse of your marriage have the decency to rot a while before you demand affection, okay?"
"I can't help it—the writer made Emily a hot babe. I'm drawn to her." Came the wistful reply.
"Get some conditioner and go take a shower. In the meantime, I'm going to check out Cincoflex's Realm and wait patiently for the next twenty pages because I am NOT losing out that tux rental fee for nothing. Not to mention flowers that SOMEbody made me buy."
"I know, I know." Wilson sighed. They shot each other wry looks, and headed into the elevator.
THE END
(Author's Note: Tempered is posted at Cincoflex's Realm and the next chapter will be added there in a week. Thanks.)