Again, a huge thank you to all the people who have reviewed! Hope you all like this chapter as well as I do, and sorry for the cliff-hanger! The next parts need a lot of revising, so it may be a tad longer between chapter, and again, sorry 'bout that. :-P
Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Wilson is leaving the house on time for a change. Early in fact. He pauses as he hears the phone ring. Julie answers it, like he knows she would. He is about to head out the door, when she calls out his name.
A frown is on her face. "It's Greg," she says, tossing the phone towards him, still pissed from the dishwasher incident.
Thank God it is a portable, he thinks as he is barely able to catch the phone, accidentally pushing several buttons in the process. "Hello?"
"Did she throw the phone at you again?"
"To me."
"Need you over here, pronto. Wilson won't let me leave."
"What?"
"He is hissing at me and won't let go of my pant leg."
Wilson signs, turns off the phone, and tosses it on the couch. Julie will find it later. He heads over to House's, mainly out of curiosity than the urge to help. He knocks on the door once before opening it.
"Pry him off and hold him for me." House speaks before Wilson is completely in the door.
"What did you do to him this morning?" Wilson asks examining the kitten, his claws deep into the denim.
"Which one of us are you asking? I didn't do anything to him. He decided to throw a hissy fit, quite literally."
"So the fur ball is somehow stopping you from going to work?"
"See how well you do at removing him." House pivots so his Wilson-clad leg is pointing towards his friend.
Wilson crouches down and starts to grab the cat. He receives a hiss in greeting and a nip to his fingers. "Wilson!"
"Awww. Is the poooor wittle kitty too much for you?"
Wilson makes another attempt. He fails. "Okay, take off your pants!"
"Not for you or anybody!" House declares.
15 minutes later…
Wilson, with Wilson gripped tightly in his hands, watches House hurry for the door. The cat is frantically try to wiggle free. In a last ditch attempt, he bites Wilson's thumb hard enough to draw blood.
With a curse and a "What the Hell is wrong with you?" Wilson lets go and the cat falls to the floor and dives towards the door. He reaches it just as it closes in his face. He claws at the door for a moment in the hope that his human would return. He then turns and looks at the remaining human.
"Don't expect any favors from me," Wilson says angrily to the cat, dabbing his bleeding digit. "Are you going to let me by?"
Swish, swish went Wilson's tail as he sits blocking the door. In other words, no.
Wilson sighs and sits down. So much for being early to work. He figures a few minutes more wouldn't kill him. He watches Wilson go back to scratching at the door and mewing like crazy. "Fine!" he growls, annoyed. He doesn't want to admit it, but the cat is making him worried. "On several conditions: No more biting, scratching, kicking, and you stay in my office the whole time!"
"Nyow?" Well, it sounded like a question.
"Yes, the whole time and…again, why am I talking to a cat?" he sighs. He picks Wilson up and takes him to the car, dumping him in the passenger seat. "House is never going to forgive me," he moans, starting up the car and backing from the lot.
Taking a deep breath, he tucks the kitten under one arm, keeping a death grip on him with the other, and enters PPTH. He is tempted to try and sneak in, but that would just look silly. He doesn't do the 'sneak' very well.
No one pays much attention to him, except for Cuddy. A small fabrication about letting some of the children in his ward pet the cat soothed her. Some of the children would love to see the kitten, so it wasn't a complete lie.
Wilson has only been sitting down for 5 minutes before kitten-Wilson gives a pitiful "Mew," and human-Wilson wanted to smack himself for his lack of planning. "Hungry?"
A purr and a rub against his arm in answer.
"House must talk to you non-stop." He stands and goes to open the door…
…only to be nearly tripped as the kitten bolts from the room.
"Shit!" Wilson takes up the chase. He wonders how the kitten knows which way it is to get to House's office. Until he sails past it. The human spares a glance, but the room is empty.
Wilson, the cat, flies into one of the examination rooms, the door slightly ajar. He skids to a stop, fur sticking up on end, and hisses. James catches up and runs into the room just in time to see the cat leap at someone, hear a shout of "Wilson!" and is not sure if it was directed at him or that cat. Then all he can see is a revolver as it turns away from House's head towards his own.
Then the gun goes off as the sound of several shouts, a scream, a curse, and a cat's distressed yowl fill the room.
Pain…
….falling….
…….blackness….
TBC