Title: In the Basement
Chapter 2: Concentration
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"Blood stains..." House mumbled to himself as he pulled off his shirt.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" Wilson stammered, blushing slightly as House stripped off his boxers.
"Blood stains and I have a strange attachment to these clothes I'm wearing," House replied as he started the washing machine. He paused briefly while he considered how much detergent to use and then dumped all of it in the washer. More is probably better...
"You are strangely attached to your non-descript grey t-shirt and old blue jeans?"
"Yes," House replied simply.
Wilson decided he'd had enough and walked towards the stairs. When he reached the top he tried to open the door...and then he tried again. "House! Did you lock the door?"
"Mmm?" House replied. "There's a lock on that door?" He walked up the stairs and tried the door as well. "Well...that's odd..." he said with a puzzled look on his face. "I guess we're stuck down here until someone misses us."
House started down the stairs, "coming?" Wilson tried the door again, sighed, and then followed House down the stairs.
"Unless there is an emergency we'll probably be here until the morning. You might as well get comfortable Jimmy," House said, "I'm sure we can find something to do."
Wilson ignored the suggestive look on his face and glanced around the room. House's basement was crowded but sparsely furnished. There was the washing machine, dryer and sink in the corner. Along the walls there were shelves with various items and cardboard boxes littered the floor. The one piece of furniture was an old worn couch that had a large rug lying in front of it.
Wilson sighed again and sat down on the couch. This is going to be a long night he thought to himself.
House in the mean time had found two decks of cards and a set of dominoes. He started spreading the cards out on the rug.
"Concentration?" Wilson asked skeptically. "Just how old are you again?"
"Tsk, tsk, Jimmy. Don't you know memory is very important for doctors? Anyway this isn't your preschool memory game we'll be using two decks of cards and I've added a rule. Every time you don't get a pair you'll have to take a swig of this." House showed Wilson the bottle of rum he found on the shelf.
"...Sure why not." Wilson selected two cards and said with a slight smile, "two aces, what are the chances?"
As they continued playing Wilson loosened up a little . . . but not from the drinking. Wilson was surprisingly lucky at first in choosing his cards and then he proved to have an incredible memory. House on the other hand was started to feel tipsy and wasn't at all pleased.
House started to suggest a change in game (or rules) when he noticed something interesting. Every time it was his turn he looked down to choose his cards and when he glanced up he caught Wilson checking him out. Hmmm now how am I going to use this to my advantage?
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A/N: Who knew House's washing machine was in his basement? -shrugs- Oh well. House found out that being naked and so darn attractive has it advantages. Will House be able to get what he wants? Or will Wilson fail to co-operate...