Senshia's hands are shaking and her eye is twitching. You ask what's wrong. "Caffene-induced insomnia." You ask if that's really good for her health. "Oh shut up and read Chapter 3." She smacks you with her fan.
Chapter Three
MTV is to music as KFC is to chicken. - Lewis Black
"Wilson!" House called from the door way without looking away from the little demon sitting in front of his TV in his apartment.
"Oh House! You're home." Wilson walked in from the spare room. "You know, now I don't have a place to sleep."
"Wilson. Shut up. What the hell is she doing here?"
"You didn't tell him, Jimmy?" Indie asked, resuming her game.
"Oh fuck. I forgot." He sighed. "House. Listen. She has nowhere else to go."
"Yea. What about her home?" House asked, limping into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. "You know. Where she lives?"
"House. Her leg. She can't be living alone until her PT deems it okay for her to live unassisted." Wilson said, following him into the bathroom. "Listen. It's only a week. She's tired, she's hurt and she's in pain. And her mother really can't avoid this trip. It's her job. She's going to come to work with me, do her school work, go to physio with you, play her little games or whatever, and then come back here with me."
House sighed and looked back at the girl who was whooping with glee as she entered her initials into the high score yet again. The once reigning GH was now outranked four to three by a certain IC. "Fine. She can stay. But she better not have the trademarked Jimmy morning patterns."
"Where am I gunna sleep? The couch is gone due to your clumsiness." He smirked, recalling House's ruined prank. Suffice to say the couch was retired and they resorted to beanbags. Also, House had to then reveal the existence of his very small spare room. But now with Indiana, James had nowhere to sleep.
"If you promise that you don't kick..." House said, implying his own bed.
"I don't."
"Good." House nodded and limped back into the living room, plopping into the bean bag next to the redhead's. "Oi. My turn." He snatched the controller from her.
"Hey! I was playing that!" She protested, grabbing at the controller.
"Yes. Well now I'm playing."
"Wow." Wilson watched the fight with astonishment. "Two cripples, fighting over a videogame like two ten-year-olds. Sad, really." He smiled and shook his head, catching one last glance at the two before resuming his place in the kitchen, preparing dinner... again.
He lifted the top to the large pasta pan and examined the contents within. Just another hour of boiling and his home-made broth would be finished. As he reached for a knife to start chopping vegetables, he stopped.
"So. What exactly is your relationship with House?"
Indiana's earlier question came back to him.
"He's my best friend." He had answered.
She sighed and looked away. "Sure he is."
"Are you suggesting that House isn't my friend?" He asked her, pulling out extra pillows from the closet.
"Not exactly." She cleared her throat and hobbled over to him. "Are you guys more than friends?"
He laughed nervously. "Where did that come from?"
"Oh come on. You don't see it? Honestly. Love must be blind if you haven't figured it out yet. The way you guys talk. The way you laugh and you're eyes sparkle when you talk about him. It's actually sickening if you think about it."
He plopped the blankets and pillows on the air mattress. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure I don't." She smiled slyly and hopped on one foot to the living room.
"Hey! Use your crutches!"
He snapped out of it and resumed his actions. What does a girl that they barely know, know about him and House? There's no way. She's just being her evil little self, giving insane, homoerotic notions.
"So. House."
"Hmmm?" He didn't look at her. He was too focused on beating her score.
"What's with you and Jimmy?"
"Whaddaya mean?"
She sighed and looked over at the kitchen, smiling. "Ya know. Like have you guys done it?"
"Done what?"
"God you're thick. Sex."
There was a bleeping sound as House's guy died by oncoming firepower. He slowly turned to her. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Yes. And I had hoped it wasn't what I thought. What do you think?"
"Well. You guys definitely make a cute couple. Demented and strange, but cute." She smirked and snatched the controller back from him.
"Where did you come up with this idea?" He asked, looking at her with surprise.
"You haven't heard? I couldn't pass three people in the hospital without hearing a debate about you two. God you guys must be blind. And I thought you were smart, House. You disappoint me." She clicked her tongue in shame as she knocked his score down another peg.
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The shower stopped and the sound of a hair dryer could be heard. A few minutes later, Indiana emerged from the bathroom, adorned in a pair of black and green plaid pajama pants and a black beater tank top. She limped into the kitchen and the two doctors could hear the sound of a plastic wrapper crinkle and within minutes, the beeping and then whirr of the microwave oven could be heard.
"What are you making?" Wilson asked.
"Oh. It's just some popcorn." She called back as they heard her shuffle around in the cupboards. A few minutes later, she limped back through the living room, trying not to spill the popcorn that was held in a large, metal mixing bowl.
"You're not eating that whole thing." Wilson said, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I am." She stated, popping a kernel into her mouth and munching on it happily.
"Need help?"
"Nah. I'm fine." She lied.
House and Wilson smirked at each other and got up. House grabbed the bowl and Wilson grabbed the girl.
"YOU FUCKERS! LET ME GO!" She flailed but Wilson was a lot stronger than she had imagined. He looped one arm behind her knees and caught her back with the other and then carried her into her room as House followed with the popcorn. The oncologist gently set Indiana on the air mattress and House plopped the bowl into her lap and walked out.
"Night." Wilson smirked.
As they sat down to their movie they heard, "Hey! What happened to half my popcorn?!"
House held the plastic mixing bowl up to his best friend and Wilson grabbed a handful of the buttery popcorn. "That was mean."
"Yea. But at least I got my revenge. How dare she mess with my scores." House grumbled.
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House was warm. He was nice and warm and his bed was soft and it was a great thing until...
"OH MY GOD, WILSON! COULD YA SNIP YOUR TOES ANY LOUDER?!"
He smirked. House had gotten used to his buddy's annoying morning habits and managed to sleep through them. Indiana, he was sure, was just not a morning person. And House laughed out loud when he heard. "INDIE! GET THE HELL OUT! I'M NAKED!"
"OH AND YOU THINK I HAVEN'T SEEN NAKED MEN BEFORE?! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"
"I'M NOT KIDDING! PUT THAT DOWN, INDIANA!"
"THEN SHUT THE HELL UP!"
House finally pushed himself to his feet and limped over to the bathroom door. Wilson was trying to get his own towel away from the angry redhead, whose hair was frizzed to the point of fro. She snapped him in the thigh with the towel.
"OW! FUCK! THAT HURTS!"
"Awwww... poor baby." She cooed. "Here. Lemme distract you from the pain." And with that, she snapped him in the calf.
"INDIE! STOP!"
"Ummm..." House said, chuckling. "As amusing as this is, my land lord will kill me if you don't quiet down."
"Then get her to STOP!" Wilson yelled, trying to wrestle the towel away from her.
House shrugged. "Hard to do. I'm a cripple, remember?"
"She's a cripple. Remember?" Wilson retorted, managing to get the towel away and wrapped it around himself.
Indiana yawned and started to hop back to her room. "I'm going back to bed."
Wilson sighed. "You have to be ready by eight thirty!"
"Well it's six right now. It doesn't take me two and a half hours to get ready. I'll get up a half past seven. Until then, I'd better not hear any more nail clipping or I may just kill myself."
"Wait till he dries his hair." House groaned.
"Oh. With his beloved dryer? The one I hid until you shmucks reimburse me for the popcorn you stole?"
"WHAT!?" Wilson exclaimed.
She door shut with a snap, leaving a hysterical House and gaping Wilson.
"Good luck, buddy." House said, returning to his own bed.
Wilson sighed as he pulled his clothing on. This girl was more hassle than he bargained for. And with House there to egg her on, the poor oncologist was in for a trying week. His thoughts lingered over his best friend for a moment. Rash, abrasive, angry and rude to an extent that a farm boy would find offensive. Yet here he was, living with the prick... again. Maybe Indiana had a point. To the untrained eye, their friendship just didn't make any sense. They were mean to each other one second, and then laughing with each other the next. And on more than one occasion, Cuddy had referred to them as the 'old married couple.'
He groaned. How was he going to deal with his hair without his hair dryer? "Damn you, you little Irish demon." He muttered to the door.
Indiana finally woke to the wonderful smell of waffles. She managed to dress in her jeans she acquired from the men's department in Sears and a grey sweater. She walked out into the kitchen and inhaled the wonderful smell. "You can cook, Jimmy-boy?"
"Like a god." House replied, fully dressed and awaiting his breakfast.
"You make such a cute housewife." She giggled, sitting next to the diagnostician.
Wilson sighed. "What makes you think you're getting any?"
"Because if you don't make me any, I'll just steal off your plate."
"Oh yea, House. She's not a miniature version of you." He said, sarcastically. He plopped a plate in front of both of them.
Indiana and House both smiled happily and fought over the syrup.
An hour later, after Wilson found himself cleaning up syrup from every corner of the kitchen (the syrup fight between the gimps had turned to total warfare), they found themselves outside.
"I wanna go on the motorcycle." She stated, looking at the orange and white hunk of junk that was House's vehicle.
"Ummm... do you know what your mother would do to me if she learned that I let you drive with House on a motorcycle?" Wilson asked, helping her to the car.
"I trust he won't crash. Please? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?" She asked, giving him her best puppy dog pout.
He sighed, realizing the torture that the Wilson brown eyes brought upon people. "Fine. Fine. But House has to drive like a normal human being so I can give her her crutches. Unless you have a place to put them. Which I highly doubt."
"YEAY!" She clapped her hands together and grabbed the extra helmet out of House's hands. She swung her left leg over the cycle and scooted into a comfortable position behind House.
"BE CAREFUL!" Wilson yelled as they sped off. "Oh I am gonna die by the end of this week."
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"That was awesome!" Indiana said, hopping off and landing on her right foot. "Out of all the things I did in spite of my mother, a motorcycle is not one of them."
"Really? What have you done?" He asked and then added quickly. "I'm not Wilson. I won't rat you out."
"Well what do you wanna hear about? The drugs, the alcohol in Ireland or the sex?"
"Child after mine own heart." He said with a sniff of pride before pulling his coat tighter around himself. "Why aren't you cold?"
"Spent a semester in Ireland. Now that's cold. This is nothing." She smirked, leaning against the handicapped sign. "Ah. Here's Jew-boy."
Wilson was striding toward them with his briefcase around his shoulder and a pair of crutches under his arms. "It's cold. Let's go." He said, shoving the crutches at her.
"Baby." She smirked as they headed into the building.
As they walked into the warm hospital, they heard a shrill "WILSON! HOUSE!" They turned to see Dr. Cuddy walking toward them with a scowl on her face. "What is the meaning of you two housing a patient in your home?!"
The two specialists glanced at each other, both with the same, unmistakable word stamped on their forehead.
Indiana decided to vocalize said word as she smirked. "Busted"
Senshia throws the key board across the room. "GAAAAAH! Kill me!" She yells. She realizes that you're there and she laughs nevously. "Heh heh..."
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