Here's what I expect to be the last chapter, unless I change my mind at the end.
Note to (STAR): I'm sorry, I couldn't cut it off as an emo fic. I had to give it a happy ending. I'm sorry.
PS to Note: The Dr. Fun Bags, Limping Twerp and Boy Wonder thing belongs to Angelfirenze. All worship goes to her. :D
Unbeknown to Wilson, House had noticed his stalker, and in that moment when he paused to think, House had ducked to a side in an alley to avoid being seen. He didn't want to think what would happen if he were attacked, being a cripple and all. But there was something, something about that man that got to House. (STAR)
So he followed him, completely forgetting about the danger to himself. He followed and it wasn't really difficult, because Wilson was walking really slow.
He took his time to observe him. Brownish blonde locks struck him first, followed by the eternally boyish face, and his mind threw out only one name at him. Wilson. But he wasn't sure. So he followed him to his hotel, and asked the receptionist to keep this note for James Wilson. She'd looked at him suspiciously, but took the note. He knew she'd read it, so he wrote something that only Wilson would have been able to understand.
Boy Wonder, Is Dr. Fun Bags still fun?
Read the note which Wilson had received when he came down. His heart froze and he looked around frantically. He demanded to know who had given the receptionist the note, and of course the only thing which she remembered was the staff.
His heart was pounding as he hailed a cab and asked to be taken to NYMC. The cabbie asked him anxiously if he was having a heart attack, and Wilson shook his head, bemused despite his excitement and worry.
He raced in, and was confronted by a bunch of nurses demanding to know where he was hurt. Wilson explained twice or thrice before they let him go, that he himself was a doctor, and was perfectly fine, thank you.
He straightened his tie, smoothed his hair in some desperate attempt to calm himself down and knocked on his door. The receptionist opened it, and refused to let him go in unless he had an appointment. But he knew House hadn't left the note for nothing.
"Tell 'im that Dr. Fun Bags still has the hots for the Limping Twerp." Wilson had to try hard to not laugh while saying that. The receptionist shot him a dirty look, but complied.
She went in and related the statement in a way that indicated she had no clue what the raving lunatic outside was talking about. She didn't fail to mention that, anyway. Wilson grinned. It had been years since anyone called him a raving lunatic.
"That's my raving lunatic," comes a rich voice from inside, and Wilson freezes, letting warmth of familiarity wash over him. The receptionist is obviously leagues behind House, Wilson thinks, and grins.
The receptionist gives him yet another glare as she indicates for him to go on in.
He goes in, not knowing what to expect.
Yay! CLIFFIE!!! Don't ya'll hate me? (xD)
R&R IF YOU WANT THE NEXT ONE!!!
MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
P.S. I decided to not end it here. :D
Love,
Lady Merlin