Disclaimer: Again, never mine and never will be...
AN: Do you know what time it is? 7h00 in the morning! And what am I doing on my computer so early in the morning? I'm adding a new chapter! But I'm not complaining, I would've been up anyway...So, 3 people reviewed for the first chapter! To those 3 people (you know who you are, don't you?) , THANKS SO MUCH! I love you...these are my first reviews ever...cause, in fact, the only otherpeople who read the stuff I write are my friends who are like "yeah, great writing, but, hum, could you write on another subject?" lol...so yeah, thanks a lot!
Now I have a question for you: What do you prefer, short chapters everyday or so, or longer chapters but less often? Because it's the same for me, so let me know!
One last thing: I am not responsible if a certain song starts playing in your head at some point of this chapter...Don't complain, okay, I hear it too! lol
So chapter 2, here we go...
House squinted at the magazine he held in his hands. With the light coming from the window, he could barely decipher the words. Not that there were lots of text in this kind of magazine, but still. He looked at his watch and sighed. Twenty-three minutes past midnight. He allowed himself a moment to be amazed at how "time goes by so slowly" when you're bored. Then he sighed again. He knew there was no point trying to sleep it away; there was no chance of getting any rest on that stupid too hard excuse for a couch that was only there, he was sure, to bother him and stand in his way. He sighed one last time, stomped on his last piece of pride, grabbed the barely started bottle of scotch and headed for his friend's (if you could call him a friend, he snorted to himself) office.
If Wilson was surprised to see house limp into his office, his habitually free hand now carrying a bottle of golden liquid and looking even more sour than usual, he didn't show it. In fact, he seemed quite pleased with himself.
"Wipe that satisfied you-just-did-what-I-thought-you-were-gonna-do smile of your face. I couldn't leave you alone all night, you probably would've managed to work yourself to death", House said with a disgusted look at the mention of work as he plopped himself on the couch beside Wilson's desk.
Wilson quickly put away the file he'd been working on and went to sit beside his friend on the uncomfortable couch. They sat in silence for a minute, both wondering what they were supposed to do now.
"So," Wilson said, breaking the awkward pause, "want to sneak into Cuddy's office and see what she's hiding in her bottom drawer?" he suggested.
House looked at him sideways. "Do you really think I have no respect for others' privacy and even less for Cuddy's?" he asked, trying to sound hurt.
Wilson just looked at him.
"Sure, why not!" and they both headed for the door.
See you all soon!
