"House, MD" Speculative Fiction

Owner David Shore

Title: Beethoven's Damnation

Author: Aquarius Seth

Disclaimers: I'm only borrowing the characters. Not even in an alternate universe can I claim these characters so I won't even try. As "House, MD" fans know Mr. Shore holds the copyrights, Fox and USA Networks own showing rights and Heel-Toe, Bad Hat Harry and Z Shore Productions own production rights. So I'm only writing for sanity purposes and I am not making any money off of this story or any other speculative fiction pieces I have published here. Thanks.

Rated R for AL, AC and SSC. Read with caution.

Word Count: 1,558

(Wilson, House)

Chapter Nine: A Fur Elise Absolution

The next morning I woke up sore as expected but I woke up alone. I glanced at the alarm clock and realized it was a bit after seven in the morning. I gently eased myself into a sitting position, which made muscles I had forgotten I had ever had tense in pain. I slowly coaxed my body out of the bed and eased my way towards his bathroom. I frowned when I opened the door to a room to find it full of steam but empty. House had filled the tub with hot water. I noticed a sticky note on the bathroom mirror.

I went over to it and pulled it off. It read, "I've already took a shower this morning. I went off to go find something that wasn't growing mold for breakfast. Don't worry I slept all night. I'll be back soon. Greg." I smiled and put the note on the hamper lid. I found a spare wash cloth in the linen closet and went to go soak my aching body in the hot bath water.

I don't know how much time I wasted in the tub but I heard the phone ring. I sat up as I heard House's bored voice say, "Go."

"Hey are you awake Wilson? I've got some bagels and something that might pass as pancakes in some cultures. I'll be home in about five minutes." I heard him hang up the phone and I let the water drain as I turned on the showerhead and took a fast shower. I got out and studied my morning peach fuzz. It wasn't too bad but I still didn't like growing out facial hair. I opened his medicine cabinet and hoped against hope I'd find a razor of some sort. There was no such luck but I abandoned the search when I found his toothpaste.

Using my finger I brushed my teeth and used a plastic comb through my hair. I sighed knowing my hair would get a slight wave in it because I didn't style it straight like I usually did. I would look like a teenage boy for the time being until I got home and fixed myself up. I sighed and managed to straighten out his bathroom in record time. I hurried into his bedroom and began making his bed. I shook out the sheets as much as I could and tried to speed things up as I heard the familiar hum of his motorcycle engine at the street light.

As soon as I finished making his bed I had dried off enough to steal a pair of boxers as I eyed my clothes for a moment. I didn't want to get into the same clothes I had worn the day before but I didn't dwell on it as I heard him pull up into his parking spot and cut the engine.

I rushed into the kitchen and started pulling out plates and cups. I had just managed to remember where he kept his silverware when I heard the front door open.

"Wilson?" I heard him call out. I winced at the vulnerability in his voice. He would think I'd leave.

"In here House." I called out as I could have sworn I heard him sigh from where I was. I heard him give a cheeky whistle and I felt my cheeks warm up.

"I don't have any clean clothes." I offered as I heard him make his way into the kitchen. I managed to distract myself by making coffee.

"Had I known you hated wearing the same clothes I would have thrown out my underwear drawer this morning. You look so damned cute." I felt more blood rush towards my face. "Maybe I shouldn't give you the clothes I went to go pick up for you this morning. You do look adorable." I heard him put his backpack on the kitchen table. I focused on the bag as he pulled out a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt I hadn't worn in a long time, a pair of boxer shorts, my hair care supplies, a razor and at the very bottom was the two bags of food that he promised. "I swear the kid taking my order must have that I was a homeless guy when I had to move this stuff to make room for the food at the bottom of the bag."

"I just started the coffee, let me go change." I wished I could stop blushing but I couldn't so I just went for the pile he had made on the table. When my hand brushed against my boxers his hand pressed down on mine. I looked up at him and waited.

"Leave those here and the tie." I didn't respond and he quickly let go of my hand. He suddenly got busy looking for the milk in the refrigerator.

"Not unless you promise to model in them for me sometime." I offered recklessly as I heard the milk container rattle back onto the top shelf of the refrigerator. I watched as he straightened himself out and smiled at me wickedly from across the kitchen table.

"That's a promise." I think I smiled at him as I left the boxers and went to go get ready. "By the way leave the hair alone. I like it like that." I heard him call out. I sighed at the small blessing he gave me. He had just saved me twenty minutes of trying to tame the unruly mop of hair on my head. I did shave though and had walked out of the bathroom fully dressed.

He let the radio play his CDs at random and I heard everything from jazz to blues and back to classical piano throughout the course of our breakfast. Oddly enough not a single selection of Beethoven made its way into the air before we left to go to work.

We parted company as I went to go check on my patients and he went to go do whatever he did to avoid clinic duty. I thought I heard Nurse Brenda tell him he had to put in an hour of complaint free clinic duty if she let him do something. I don't know what he wanted to do but I heard him agree and off he left for an hour or so. I put it out of my mind as I went on to check on the rest of my patients.

A few hours later I wandered into my office with a stack full of files I needed to update when I noticed a box on my desk.

In House's barely readable handwriting I read, "Open me."

I opened it to find a single CD copy of Beethoven's "Fur Elise" and a card inside. I opened the card to find, "I heart you." It was literally "I heart you." I guess drawing the picture would have been too predictable for him. I found myself smiling stupidly at the card as I popped in the CD and did my paperwork to the soothing sounds of "Fur Elise."

I guessed a steak dinner was in order so around lunchtime I called in a reservation at House's favorite steak house. I also took advantage of my break time and searched the net for any piano concertos playing soon. I found some tickets to the New York piano concert series. I figured he wouldn't protest too much and who knows he might actually enjoy himself.

Later on during the day I was telling him about my plans with him and before he could say much more than an "okay" his team walked into the room.

Thirteen asked, "What's okay?" Before I could exit the room I heard House reply.

"Wilson was asking me if doing it over a baby grand was medically okay and I just finished telling him that it was. Apparently my little Wonder Boy has some hidden talents he wants to try out on some lucky babe." I gasped and it was enough for his team to dismiss that…lie.

"Sure Wilson is going to have sex over a piano and you're going to be the one doing him." Foreman said in a dismissive tone as I heard House laugh.

"You never know Foreman, you never know."

When I got to my office I pulled out my cell phone and text messaged House, "You'll pay for that." I heard him laugh for a couple of seconds before he text messaged me back, "Promise?" I sighed and thought about stopping by the nearest sex shop before I went home tonight.

The End.

Please review! Thanks for reading. I hoped you enjoyed it. Aquarius Seth