Fic : Drop and Run
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menolly_auTitle: Drop and Run
Characters : Wilson & House
Rating: PG
Disclaimer - They don't belong to me
Summary - A totally tongue-in-cheek and not serious look at the final events of the season 5 final episode. (I loved the last few minutes of the episode but at the same time a few things about the final scene were quite...odd)
Spoilers - For 5.24 - Both Sides Now
Wilson was having a nice quiet time in his office signing a whole stack of death certificates when Cuddy came in, closely followed by House. They both stared at him and he stared back. Due to his latent telepathic powers he knew what they were trying to tell him, he was going to miss Chase and Cameron's wedding. Crap. Weddings had always been one of his favourite places to pick up chicks.
They were late getting to the hospital because they'd had to wait around until some grey drizzling rain had begun falling to create just the right atmosphere. It had taken some research but he'd managed to find a psychiatric hospital stuck out in the middle of nowhere, a huge old building that could have easily doubled for an 19th century jail, or maybe the set for an Alfred Hitchcock movie. He could feel the fear rolling off of House as he inched the car up the long driveway. About half way up he stopped the car, pulling over to the side. This was close enough, no need to risk getting crazy people cooties all over him. House could gimp the rest of the way.
They stepped out of the car and he began to relieve House of his possessions. Kutner's watch would be a nice back-up to his own, he didn't hold out much hope for House's wallet having much money but maybe he could use the cards and there was always that little piece of paper folded inside with the phone number of every hooker in New Jersey, that could come in handy. He slipped it into his pocket along with House's cell phone. He pressed a button on his own phone to send a super secret signal to those inside the hospital.
His med school friend had outdone himself, two white jacketed orderlies and a couple of severe looking people in suits came and stood outside on the steps, staring at them. Besides him House gulped and gazed into Wilson's eyes. Wilson was pretty sure he wanted a hug, or a handshake, or some sort of reassurance that things would be okay. Well, screw that. Wilson wasn't hugging some crazy person.
They stared at each other a little longer and then House turned and limped slowly down the rest of the driveway. Poor thing, it did seem a bit of a walk.
House looked back at him mournfully as the doors closed after him and Wilson sighed. A whole summer without House, and then in a couple of months he could come and pick him up and everything would go back to normal.
He hurried back to his car - if he was quick he could get back in time for the free drinks at the reception.
.
Characters : Wilson & House
Rating: PG
Disclaimer - They don't belong to me
Summary - A totally tongue-in-cheek and not serious look at the final events of the season 5 final episode. (I loved the last few minutes of the episode but at the same time a few things about the final scene were quite...odd)
Spoilers - For 5.24 - Both Sides Now
Wilson was having a nice quiet time in his office signing a whole stack of death certificates when Cuddy came in, closely followed by House. They both stared at him and he stared back. Due to his latent telepathic powers he knew what they were trying to tell him, he was going to miss Chase and Cameron's wedding. Crap. Weddings had always been one of his favourite places to pick up chicks.
They were late getting to the hospital because they'd had to wait around until some grey drizzling rain had begun falling to create just the right atmosphere. It had taken some research but he'd managed to find a psychiatric hospital stuck out in the middle of nowhere, a huge old building that could have easily doubled for an 19th century jail, or maybe the set for an Alfred Hitchcock movie. He could feel the fear rolling off of House as he inched the car up the long driveway. About half way up he stopped the car, pulling over to the side. This was close enough, no need to risk getting crazy people cooties all over him. House could gimp the rest of the way.
They stepped out of the car and he began to relieve House of his possessions. Kutner's watch would be a nice back-up to his own, he didn't hold out much hope for House's wallet having much money but maybe he could use the cards and there was always that little piece of paper folded inside with the phone number of every hooker in New Jersey, that could come in handy. He slipped it into his pocket along with House's cell phone. He pressed a button on his own phone to send a super secret signal to those inside the hospital.
His med school friend had outdone himself, two white jacketed orderlies and a couple of severe looking people in suits came and stood outside on the steps, staring at them. Besides him House gulped and gazed into Wilson's eyes. Wilson was pretty sure he wanted a hug, or a handshake, or some sort of reassurance that things would be okay. Well, screw that. Wilson wasn't hugging some crazy person.
They stared at each other a little longer and then House turned and limped slowly down the rest of the driveway. Poor thing, it did seem a bit of a walk.
House looked back at him mournfully as the doors closed after him and Wilson sighed. A whole summer without House, and then in a couple of months he could come and pick him up and everything would go back to normal.
He hurried back to his car - if he was quick he could get back in time for the free drinks at the reception.
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