Disclaimer- It's not as if writing a disclaimer will get me out of clinic duty, will it? No, didn't think so. Well, then, as a special favor to you…
-Chapter Six-
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House sat up and took another slice of pizza. "Why'd you order fast food tonight? I thought you were going to make lasagna."
"It's nine o'clock. It's too late for lasagna. I'll make it tomorrow, okay?" Wilson took a sip of beer, and glanced over at the television. "Are you watching that?"
"No. But don't change it."
Wilson looked wistfully at the television remote. "So. You can probably guess what I'm going to ask you, but I'm going to ask anyways."
"What? If Cuddy is sleeping over? No."
"That wasn't it. And you only refer to her in a misogynistic fashion when you're trying to steer the conversation away from something."
"Hey!" House looked peeved.
"What happened with Kevin?"
House put his plate down on the arm of his recliner. "I never got to go back. Cuddy dragged me away to clinic duty."
"The first time. When he shot at you."
"Not a lot to say, really-"
"Oh, come off it, House. Something happened in there."
"Something did happen. He shot at me."
"Tell me what went on in there."
"Fine. I opened the door, walked to the other side of his bed, said hello. He didn't answer, so I pulled the sheets off of him. Then I saw he had a gun, so I stepped back. I lost my balance, and leaned against the window. Kevin missed me, and shot the window instead. The glass shattered, and I fell through. There. That's all that happened." House looked down, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. It wasn't all that had happened. In fact, it was a complete lie. He had brought his cane down sharply on the foot of the bed. "The door's locked. I'm not leaving until you tell me where you were. Understand? I don't care who you say you were with. I don't care what I have to do to make you tell me--" House banished the memory from his mind, and forced himself to meet Wilson's eyes. "That's… all."
For a moment, Wilson's look bordered on skeptical, and then he relaxed. "Sorry. I was just wondering. I- well, never mind." He took a long sip of beer, and leaned back. "Long day, huh?"
House's eyes flickered to the cast on his right leg, then to Wilson, finally resting his gaze on the bottle in his hand. "Yeah. Long day. I'm going to bed now. You get to put the stuff away today."
"…Again." Wilson muttered under his breath, although he felt no real resentment. "Well, see you in the morning."
House lifted himself out of his chair, and propelled himself across the room on his crutches, pausing at the bedroom door to look over his shoulder. " Don't drool on the sofa again. 'Night." He stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
He doubted that he would get to sleep, though.
Author's note- I'm back! Yeah, it's a really short chapter. But right now I'm spending most of my writing time on Will Be. (See, it has something to do with my muse, and some dangerous-looking weapons.) But enough about that. I will still update here, only less often. Next chapter will be WAY bigger. (This really was only a teaser to make sure you, reader, aren't leaving me. Aren't I evil?)
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P'Bantonox