Fic : On The Phone
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menolly_auTitle: On the Phone
Words: 390
Rating : G
Summary - Wilson can't get off the phone...
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sick_wilson daily picture prompt challenge #1
"Wilson!"
Of course Cuddy had spotted him as he was walking towards the clinic, phone in hand. Sometimes he thought the woman did nothing but lie in wait in the reception area waiting for he or House to walk through so she could pounce on them.
He put his pleasant, mild mannered, oncologist smile on, and turned towards her, trying to hide his hand behind his back.
"Why are you carrying a desk phone around? Did you lose your cell phone?"
He sighed, sometimes he wished he was in fact Gregory House, and could suggest that he was carrying a desk phone around so he could shove it up the nearest suitable orifice. Being James Wilson he just shrugged ruefully and showed her his hand, phone handset firmly attached to it.
"Apparently it's superglue awareness week. Someone put glue on their handset and then tricked me into picking it up."
Cuddy gave him a fake sympathetic look, but it was fairly obvious she was trying not to laugh.
"Well, that was very childish of someone."
"Can't you find him a case? He's bored and a bored House is a House that goes around putting superglue on people's phones. You don't want to know what part of Taub is glued to the conference room table..."
"You mean...," Cuddy looked in equal parts horrified and intrigued at the thought. "Okay, okay, I'll find him a case."
Cuddy started to walk away and then turned back.
"Wilson, you're not going to retaliate and turn this into some sort of stupid prank war are you?"
"Of course not, we don't all have the mentality of twelve year olds you know. Some of us have actual work to do."
For some reason she seemed reassured by that and smiled at him. He stopped to admire the view as she walked briskly away. As House always said it was worth getting a telling off from Cuddy just to watch the walk-off.
When the show was over he continued on towards the clinic. He'd better get to the solvent before it was all gone. He imagined that it would take quite a bit of it to separate House from the chair in his office. Such a shame he couldn't even call for help.
Wilson had the phone.
Words: 390
Rating : G
Summary - Wilson can't get off the phone...
Written for the
sick_wilson daily picture prompt challenge #1 "Wilson!"
Of course Cuddy had spotted him as he was walking towards the clinic, phone in hand. Sometimes he thought the woman did nothing but lie in wait in the reception area waiting for he or House to walk through so she could pounce on them.
He put his pleasant, mild mannered, oncologist smile on, and turned towards her, trying to hide his hand behind his back.
"Why are you carrying a desk phone around? Did you lose your cell phone?"
He sighed, sometimes he wished he was in fact Gregory House, and could suggest that he was carrying a desk phone around so he could shove it up the nearest suitable orifice. Being James Wilson he just shrugged ruefully and showed her his hand, phone handset firmly attached to it.
"Apparently it's superglue awareness week. Someone put glue on their handset and then tricked me into picking it up."
Cuddy gave him a fake sympathetic look, but it was fairly obvious she was trying not to laugh.
"Well, that was very childish of someone."
"Can't you find him a case? He's bored and a bored House is a House that goes around putting superglue on people's phones. You don't want to know what part of Taub is glued to the conference room table..."
"You mean...," Cuddy looked in equal parts horrified and intrigued at the thought. "Okay, okay, I'll find him a case."
Cuddy started to walk away and then turned back.
"Wilson, you're not going to retaliate and turn this into some sort of stupid prank war are you?"
"Of course not, we don't all have the mentality of twelve year olds you know. Some of us have actual work to do."
For some reason she seemed reassured by that and smiled at him. He stopped to admire the view as she walked briskly away. As House always said it was worth getting a telling off from Cuddy just to watch the walk-off.
When the show was over he continued on towards the clinic. He'd better get to the solvent before it was all gone. He imagined that it would take quite a bit of it to separate House from the chair in his office. Such a shame he couldn't even call for help.
Wilson had the phone.
