AN: Second House, MD fanfic after a long, long break. A short drabble based off of the "Wilson's living with House!" arch. The note on the stowed away food probably isn't verbatim, nor may be the flow of events. Haven't watched the particular episode I was thinking of in a while, but the general idea is there.
"Hunger"
House opened the door to his apartment, looking around to see if his roommate-for-the-time-being was anywhere in sight. Wilson's car was outside--but inside the apartment, there was no sign of Wilson. Satisfied, House limped his way over to the kitchen, leaving his cane behind by the door. When he made it to the refrigerator, he paused, wincing as he placed too much pressure on his right leg. The sudden flair of pain had him reaching for his Vicodin, pulling out the smooth prescription bottle from his coat pocket.
As he was about to pop the bottle open and down yet another pill for the day, he heard the shower start. Pausing, House listened for any further sounds before placing the bottle back in his pocket, He had almost forgotten what it was that he had come into the kitchen for! Shifting his weight onto his better leg, House pulled open the fridge, studying its contents. Smirking to himself, House pulled out a quaint Tupperware container, his smirk growing into a satisfied grin upon eying the sticky-note on the lid of the container.
So what? He internally asked the sticky-note, pulling it off the lid despite Wilson's promise of prosecution, if House should trespass the boundaries of the Tupperware container. He was hungry, and Wilson could whip up a damn good--a damn good whatever the hell the food was that he now had in his hands. Satisfied with his loot, House made his way over to the fork he had set aside for just the occasion. The sound of the shower was still going--and House knew it wouldn't stop until well after he was finished eating.
That's when he noticed the blinking light on his answering machine. Curious, House pressed the button, leaning against the counter for support, ignoring the pain in his leg as he shifted positions. He listened to the message, internally mocking the man as he rambled off his message to Wilson. Without a second thought House deleted the message, taking another bite of his food. He'd be damned stupid if he let Wilson hear the message--what would he do without Wilson's amazing food? Wilson couldn't leave--not yet. Not until after House had had his fill, anyway.