Fic : Odd Socks

[menolly_au]

Title: Odd Socks
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: approx 700
Summary: Wilson has a cold and is sick on the couch at home. Just a little domestic sick!wilson fluff for the Picture Challenge at sick_wilson




"My feet are cold, House," Wilson said mournfully, looking down at his bare feet and then up at House, his eyes all soft and pleading.

House looked at his partner, huddled on the couch, a blanket wrapped around him, a mug of chicken soup clutched in his hands. He'd come home on Friday, stricken with a cold and seemed to expect House to look after him all weekend, because of how 'sick' he was. House had resisted as best he could but when Wilson had come into the living room, his nose running and his eyes watering, and collapsed onto the couch House had started to surrender. Hence the blanket and chicken soup, and the cold meds which House was beginning to think he had overenthusiastically prescribed. But there were limits, and if Wilson thought that House was going to stir himself and go fetch a pair of socks for him he had another think coming.

"They're really, really cold, House," Wilson said, and House could swear that his lower lip was trembling slightly and his eyes were glistening. Wilson clutched the blanket closer around himself and shivered, a touch dramatically to House's mind.

House was not going to give in to this. No way. Wilson could fetch his own socks.

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House stomped back into the room, a pair of socks in his hand and practically threw them at Wilson, who fumbled them pathetically before clasping them to his chest protectively.

Wilson peered at the socks suspiciously.

"These aren't my socks. I don't have any socks like these."

House sat back down on the couch next to Wilson with a groan.

"Does it matter whose socks they are? Your feet are cold, put the damn socks on and stop whining."

"They're not mine, and I can't see you having red socks, so where did they come from?"

"The damn sock fairy brought them. Otherwise known as my mother. Sent them for my birthday, now I'm giving them to you. Happy birthday."

Wilson gave a little crooked, half stoned on cold meds, smile. "Thank you, House!" He carefully unrolled the ball of socks and then stared at them, eyes going wide.

"These aren't a pair."

House glanced over, and then back at the television. "Sure they are, both hideous red and white socks. Both the same."

Wilson held them up, squinting his eyes at them. "No, they're not. This one," he waved the offending article in House's face, "is red with white highlights, this one," more sock waggling, "is white with red highlights. Not a pair. "

House stared at him, a rhinovirus and a handful of meds had turned his partner into some sort of nitpicking, sock waggling, nagging, obsessive freak. No, hang on, he'd always been one of those.

"They're both red... and white. That's all that matters." House said definitively, hoping to end this ridiculous conversation.

"But they're not a... " House glared at him and Wilson wilted. With a long suffering sigh he bent down and put the socks on his oh-so-cold feet, his fingers fumbling with the simple task until House was almost tempted to bend down and do it for him. Almost. When he was finished Wilson frowned down at his feet and then looked back at House, a pouty expression on his face. House manfully ignored it.

The two men sat in silence for a while, Wilson snuggling up against House, dozing and half watching the television. House thought about telling him to stop drooling on his shoulder but decided he didn't mind, this once, what with Wilson being sick and all. Part of being a couple was making some concessions, after all. At least Wilson was going to owe him big time after this weekend.

The silence was broken a short while later by Wilson. "House?"

"Yes, Wilson?"

"My hands are cold."

Comments

[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

What a delightful domestic picture, if possibly a bit too close to my husband's behavior for full unrestrained amusement. The end line made me imagine House would have offered, instead of gloves, the use of his Tauchsieder.

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Okay, I googled and did the translate thing and puzzled at the picture. It heats up and you stick it in water? To heat the water?

LOL - yes I can see House getting fed up with Wilson's whining and suggesting that to him :) I don't think he's getting gloves any time soon anyway :)

[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, a Tauchsiedler is a hot rod you stick into something to make the whole something warmer. So how can one make a whole whining Wilson warm without a boring, limb by limb approach?
[I so need a House-f**ks-Wilson icon.]

[flywoman.livejournal.com]

Wilson held them up, squinting his eyes at them. "No, they're not. This one," he waved the offending article in House's face, "is red with white highlights, this one," more sock waggling, "is white with red highlights. Not a pair. "

House stared at him, a rhinovirus and a handful of meds had turned his partner into some sort of obsessive, sock waggling, nagging, obsessive freak. No, hang on, he'd always been one of those.

Ahhahahaha! This fic is a bit on the fluffy side for my personal taste, but I love their banter and House's silent observations!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Yes, this one is definitely fluffy :) Glad you enjoyed the banter anyway, I think the best part of a House/Wilson relationship would be the endless banter :)

[selkie.livejournal.com]

I would totally do that about the socks if I was in a mood. It would drive me nuts!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

I can't see Wilson being happy with mismatched socks :) Thanks for reading!

[pgrabia.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm totally with House on this one: I'd be incredibly irritated by Wilson...and then I'd give in to his every whim because he's just so damned adorable, what with those big, watery, stoned puppy-dog eyes:) Too funny!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Wilson would know just how to get to House I think, who could resist him like that :) Thanks for reading!

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

The last line. Hee!

It's so nice to wake up and find a fluffy humorous sick!Wilson story.

Such an adorable description:
Wilson gave a little crooked, half stoned on cold meds, smile.

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

It's hard to write a serious sick!wilson/socks story I think :) Glad you enjoyed it!

[rslhilson.livejournal.com]

LOL at the last line! Fluff and cute!Wilson was exactly what I needed today. Can't blame House for giving in :)

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Who could resist Wilson like that? Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it :)

[yarroway.livejournal.com]

Fluff and humor and sick!Wilson, all together in one small fic package. :) Very cute!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Thanks, fluff and humour seem to fit the prompt of socks :)

[jahmat.livejournal.com]

Stoned Wilson and caring House. What a combination! Loved this. Had me giggling. Well done. I'm really loving these prompt stories!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, the sick!wilson prompts are always fun to play with :)

[jezziejay.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous. I love little domestic scenes like this one. Make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Like Wilson's socked feet :)

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I like a bit of domestic fluff myself :)

[alternatealto.livejournal.com]

Squee! Someone else who was inspired by socks!

"Not a pair" -- snort! I can hear the pathetically drugged-out, slighty confused, just a little indignant tone in Wilson's voice.

Poor House. If the mittens don't match, he's in trouble . . .

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

How could one resist writing a sick!wilson story about socks? I don't know if Wilson will be getting those mittens anytime soon, although if he uses the puppy dog look on House he'll probably break him down :)

[sassyjumper.livejournal.com]

Hi, I just joined LJ, but I've long lurked, and have enjoyed your fic for quite a while without commenting. This is wonderful, and despite the fluff I think it's perfectly IC. House would absolutely be irritated but eventually fold to the infamous puppy eyes. Thanks for the smile!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Hi! Delighted you've unlurked (delurked?), we need more people around here :) Glad you've been enjoying the fics, and that you liked this one. My House will do just about anything for wilson although he'll grump about it all the time, and of course those puppy dog eyes really help :) Thanks for reading!

[petitecuriosity.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee! This is sooooo cute! I could definitely see Wilson fussing over the fact that the socks weren't matched and House being thoroughly irritated as a result. And the ending lines are just perfect!

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it :) I think if those two were ever in a relationship together they'd end up spending a lot of time squabbling, and thoroughly enjoying doing so!

[3rdgal12.livejournal.com]

LOL! Awesomeness.

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it :)

[nyannyannayn.livejournal.com]

So glad you created that fic index so I could find this. I seriously am smiling ear to ear ... something about the whole sock thing was just perfectly Hilson and perfectly amusing.

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you liked it, thanks for reading and commenting :)