Title: A Little Piece of Drama
Prompt: Drama
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Through season 4
Summary: Kutner and Thirteen have a little fight.
"Do you want me to get you another drink?" Thirteen asked, taking the glass from Kutner's hand and getting up from the couch.
"Yeah sure," he said. She walked to the kitchen and opened the freezer, where a nearly empty bottle of liquor was sitting. They had been drinking for well over an hour. She grabbed the bottle and walked over to the table, but before she could set the glass back down it slipped out of her hand and shattered all over the linoleum floor. She set the bottle down and bent down to pick up the shards of glass.
Kutner got up and walked over to assist, chuckling to himself (he was a little drunk at this point). He knelt down and grabbed some stray shards.
"God, Huntington's much?" He laughed a little under his breath, but after a silent few seconds, he knew he had definitely said something wrong.
Thirteen's eyes narrowed and an angry reddish tinge rose in her cheeks. Kutner straightened up and put the pieces of glass in his hands in the garbage can as she rose to her feet, oddly unsteady.
"Leave," she said in a flat voice.
"What?"
"Get out." She was mad. He had never seen her mad. It was kind of intimidating.
"Why? What did I do?"
"Don't be an idiot. Just, get the hell out of here," she demanded.
"I'm too drunk to drive, Thirteen," he said, looking slightly confused.
She pointed to the door. "I don't car. Sleep in your goddamn car if you have to. Just leave."
Kutner found no real reason to argue this and grabbed his coat and walked out of her apartment. He heard the door slam behind him. He couldn't wrap his half-drunk imagination around why she had gotten so pissed off so suddenly. She was never usually that sensitive.
The next morning Kutner trudged into work, a little late, with a hangover and in the same clothes he had worn the day before.
"What happened to you?" Taub asked, wrinkling his nose at the scent of alcohol on his colleagues clothes.
"I slept in my car."
"Why? Too drunk to drive home?"
"Yeah."
His tone was short and he sounded exhausted and irritated, so Taub didn't press the matter. Thirteen walked in shortly after Kutner had gotten settled. On a normal say, she would sit opposite Taub, beside Kutner, today, however she sat down between Taub and Foreman and turned her body so she was completely facing House's trusty whiteboard.
"The tension in this room is…palpable," House announced as he walked in. "So who would like to explain why?"
"Why don't you ask Kutner?" Taub suggested with a sly smirk.
House turned his eyes to the visibly disheveled Kutner.
"There's no tension?" Kutner supplied lamely.
"Yes there is. A lot of it. And it's coming from…" House swung his arm in an exaggerated circle, slowing at Kutner but then suddenly jerking off to Thirteen. "You. So tell me."
"Nothing to tell," she said, her eyebrows creasing a little.
"Stop lying, both of you."
"It's completely irrelevant even if there is tension in the room. Don't we have a patient?"
"Yes. But I need my doctors to get along."
"Since when have you cared about anything like that at all?" Foreman asked from behind his newspaper. "Cameron hated me and probably would still hate me if I hadn't nearly died," he reminded House.
"I care about it since right now," House said defiantly, pointing his cane at the door. "Go out in the hall, you two, the teacher will be out there to sort this all out momentarily."
Kutner and Thirteen got up and walked out of the room.
"Are you going to go talk to them?" Taub asked.
"No."
Out in the hall, the silence stretched on.
"We should just go back in there. He isn't going to come out and talk to us or whatever," Kutner said, slightly uncomfortable.
"We aren't even going to talk?" she asked.
"I figured you were giving me the silent treatment. You know, until you chilled out."
She raised an eyebrow. "Until I 'chilled out'?" she said incredulously. "I was just waiting for you to apologize."
"Why do I have to apologize for you being too sensitive?"
"Too sensitive? What about you being totally insensitive?"
"I was being insensitive? I was half drunk!"
Thirteen just shook her head and turned towards the door.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'm sorry I offended you."
"Let's just go back inside okay," she said, her voice had lightened a little.
Kutner agreed and they walked back in.
"All better now?" House asked sarcastically, leaning on his cane as if he, Taub and Foreman hadn't been listening in on the entire conversation.
"Sure, whatever," Thirteen said, taking a seat.
"That little piece of drama is now out of the air, we can get on with less important things, like finding out what's wrong with…what'shisface."