Merry Christmas!!! I worked extra hard to get this to ya'll after desperately finishing two hats, a stocking and sweater for various relatives. I hope you guys really like it and be sure to read the Authors Notes at the bottom (no peeking!)
It was three months into Robbie's trial period and things seemed to be ironing themselves out. Robbie's desperate attempts to placate House by bending in any direction had finally given way to an actual personality, which had led to some rather spectacular fights.
From Wilson's perspective Robbie was nothing but a good influence. House was eating better and acting more mature (if only slightly), the number of pills he was taking was greatly reduced and Wilson had the perfect present for Robbie, to thank him for all the work he was doing—his own room.
Wilson knew that a number of the fights had started from lack of personal space on Robbie's part. Living in the communal room meant he had no where of his own to go to when he got frustrated or even wanted to sleep when House wasn't. Wilson knew that Robbie wouldn't bring it up, too afraid of having House seriously consider that it was too much work to bother, and it wasn't something that Robbie could do for himself, he was much too young to have a land lord speak to him, so Wilson went and did the leg work.
And he was sure he found the perfect place. Ground floor, no steps, there was a grocer nearby and it wasn't much more than House's current place. So Wilson hired the movers, told Robbie in advance (so that he could secretly box as much as possible without House knowing) and found himself standing on House's door step with the employees of Two Men and a Truck (which he thought sounded very gay) and ringing House's doorbell.
A sleep tousled House came to the door unashamedly in his boxers and proceeded to scratch his balls. "What'ere ya doin' here?"
"You must be waking up, you multi tasking yawning and scratching your balls. Let us in your moving."
"I'm what?"
Wilson shouldered past House and gestured the two reluctant men in. "Start loading the furniture, I'll work on getting the rest packed up." When they didn't move Wilson snapped "Now!" at them to prod them and remind them that he was the one paying.
"You heard me House. Do you honestly expect to stay here and raise a child, who lives on your couch? You must see that he needs his own room, his own bed. Most of the fights that you have would be eliminated if he just had somewhere that was his. Now I found you a nice two bedroom, first floor, with a shower stall bathroom, it's only a little more than this place, so there's no reason to complain. So suck it up and help me sort these things into boxes."
House paused thinking over what Wilson said and was started to realize that he was right about the fights, that Robbie really did need his own space, that it was more than time for a change. Rather than thank Wilson, after all House never thanked anybody and meant it, he started to sort and pack.
Robbie seeing House's acceptance of the plan started to quietly help where he could.
Wilson stumbled across a sheath of papers. It took him a moment to place them and realize that it was all the information on Chase's downsizing. At first House had poured over them constantly, but as the weeks passed they were brought out less and less, and Wilson hadn't seem them in practically a month. "House?" He held up the papers in question.
House looked at them for a moment and tilted his head in thought. "I don't think we need 'em. Lets put them in storage." Wilson nodded approvingly and packed them in the appropriate box.
The End
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Okay now hold on. There's a sequel! Yes, indeed!. A collection of snapshots of Robbie growing up a second time. To save everyone's sanity I will be posted each completed short under the story title of Childhood Redux as a chapter. So there will be more! Maybe even some missing scenes from these last few months. Anyway that's all I have to say about that.