Yes, I know by the time i get this up it will be April 1st for most of you guys (here its April 2nd), but I wrote this on March 31st so ... whatever. Just a short little "I'm-Bored-So-I'm-Going-To-Write-To-Pass-The-Time" fic.
DISCLAIMER:I don't ownHouse (sigh)
March 31st. The day before the best day of the year.
For House.
But for Chase, March 31st meant a sleepless night. A night of tossing and turning. A night crawling with memories of humiliation that have plagued him for the past 364 days.
In Foreman's opinion, March 31st should be the one day the hospital closes, to give the staff time to prepare for the many boobie traps that were soon to manifest inside its walls. Screw the sick people – they didn't have to put up with a certain diagnostician who was the source of all the boobie traps that were soon to manifest inside the hospital walls.
For Cameron, March 31st was the day before House's favourite day of the year. A day full off horror and embarrassment for them, but the one day he looked almost happy, which made her feel all fuzzy inside. It didn't stop the waves of fear pouring down her spine whenever someone mentioned 'April 1st' though.
Cuddy also noticed the effect that April Fools had on House. But instead of making her feel all fuzzy inside, it made her want to break whatever she was holding. Try as she might, she could never get the bastard to do clinic duty on April 1st.
And Wilson… Well, Wilson stayed as far away as possible on April 1st. He learnt that the hard way.
March 31st. The day before the best day of the year. And House was leaning back in his office chair, deep in thought. Anyone who didn't know any better would say he was preoccupied with his latest case or trying to find a cure for cancer. But the poor souls who did know better knew only one thing: They were in for it.