Dr. Gregory House, MD

Confrontation (House/Wilson, Open)

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 05:17:11 GMT

Wilson left Dixie shotly after the meds kicked in under the false pretense to the nurses of getting coffee. He wasn't after coffee, he was heading back for round two with House. He needed to talk to him, needed to find out why, what...everything. He heads downstairs and toward House's room, once again bursting in without warning, anger burning in his eyes. He inhales sharply at the sight of Cameron lying in the bed next to House. He walks over to the bed, yanking cameron up quickly startling her awake. He drags her to the door and pushes her out. "I need to talk to him alone." he says in a low angry tone

House's eyes opened and he looked at Wilson with a mixture of confusion and annoyance in his eyes. "Finally came to see if I lived?"

Wilson scoffs. "More like to see if you were dead yet." he replies coldly "Had to get through your security first." he waves a hand to the window where Cameron was knocking lightly and motioning for him to let her back in.

"What do you want?" House glared at Wilson. "I know what you did to Cameron. Never thought you'd sink to that level, hitting a woman."

"That..." Wilson says sharply "Was an accident I apologised and she knows...you know what, no that is not the issue here what the issue is House is you. You and your insessent need to be the center of everyone's universe, no matter what the hell it does to our lives because all that matters is you and your life."

"You woke me up for that?" House scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Spare me the lecture. I didn't ask for what happened at the bar. If you want someone to blame, how about the four guys who actually did it?"

"How about you call a cab next time you are too drunk to drive home instead of pulling people out of their beds in the early morning and get them raped and paralized." he yells, swinging his arms in the air

"Paralyzed...?" House raised an eyebrow, looking a little caught off guard. He knew Dixie had been hurt badly, but he didn't suspect it had been quite that bad. Not that he had alot of time to think during his brief boughts of consciousness.

"Yes House paralized as in can't move below the waist because you are a selfish asshole who only cares about himself." Wilson replies

"I didn't mean for anything to happen to her." House said quietly. "You weren't there, and I knew she wouldn't mind....I even waited outside so she wouldn't have to com einto the bar."

"And look how well that turned out." Wilson spat out in reply "You took advantage of her good nature knowing she would show up despite it being a bad neighbourhood in the middle of the night!" He leans over to look House straight in the eyes, hands clutching the bedsheets tightly. "You needto grow up House, learn how to act like an adult instead of a three year old all the time." He rises, glancing at House's monitors for a minute before walking over to them, opening the morphine drip machene quickly and turning down the dose to paractically zero. "Enjoy your night." he says calmly, smoothing out his shirt before heading toward the door.

"I never realized you were such a cruel son of a bitch." House snapped at Wilson.

"I wasn't." Wilson replies, turning back from the door to face House. "Maybe all those years hanging out with you just rubbed off on me." he opens the door, moving out of the way for Cameron to shuffle back to House's side. "I'd better go." Wilson adds "I think it's time for your spongebath." He looks to Cameron "Dr. Cameron, I'm sure you've done it for him before, he would love for you to do the honors again."

House winced, feeling pain all over his body, but of course alot of it was centered in his leg. He closed his eyes, feeling his head start to swim, wondering for a moment if he might not pass out. This was definetly the worse thing Wilson had done to him.

Wilson leaves the room as quickly as he came. He had to get back to Dixie he couldn't be in the same room with that asshole any more he just...he couldn't think straight around him, House had always had that effect on him only he never thought it was all that bad a thing until now when he realized that was house's powers, how he made Wilson do whatever he wanted, how he made almost everyne in this hospital do what he wanted...the monster had to be stopped and Wilson was going to find a way to do just that.

Behaving Is For Sissies (Prompted Quill Daily Prompt 2/24)

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 03:35:20 GMT

"That pout is not going to work," James Wilson warned as he tried to finish the mountain of paperwork in front of him.

"Me? Pout?" House tried to look innocent.

"I really have to work on that paper tonight." Wilson sighed. "I know we had plans but if I don't get it done..."

"There will be a rip in the space time continuim," Bright blue eyes rolled up to the ceiling. "I know, I know..."

Wilson frowned and put his hands on his hips, looking quite moodily out of his dark eyes. "If you come over, you know we'll start out with a movie and end up in bed."

"Are you insinuating I'm a slut?" House mocked a look of rigtheous indignation. "I think I'm insulted by that."

Twenty minutes later they went down to the parking garage and settled inside of Wilson's sensible grey sedan. As he
piloted the car towards the exit, Wilson felt a hand drift from his knee and slowly up his leg. He tried to ignore it, but when it stopped on his crotch he stopped the car and turned to look at House with accusing brown eyes.

"You only said I had to behave at your place." House pointed out, again faking innocence. "You didn't say anything about behaving in the car."

Lunch Reading (Written for Prompted Quill Daily 2/23)

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 03:02:38 GMT

Gregory House found himself faced with one of the dilemmas man has been trying to solve since the orgin of the speices - what to have for lunch. There had been a "spill" of undetermined orgins in the cafeteria right before the lunch hour and it was shut down for cleaning. That meant he had to forage in the lounge for food. Apparently everyone else had gotten there before he did, for all that was left in the cupboards was bread, condiments, an apple and a tin of Spam.

What kind of idiot brings Spam to work? House wondered as he debated over the two choices. With a sigh he begrudigly grabbed the can of mystery meat. He was going to break a major rule of his right now and cook. If you could call opening a can and assembling a sandwhich cooking. In his book, it did count. But when not thinking with other parts of their anatomies, the thing man thinks with more then his head is his stomach.

After finding the bread stale but workable, he wrinkled his nose slightly as he put a slice of the offending meat onto the bottom slice and topped it with a healthy glob of mustard. After thirty seconds in the microwave, he sat down to eat his creation. After the first two bites he decided that he could survive on the crap meat if faced with nuclear fallout or a zombie apocolypse. However, he would be leaving some food in his office from now on.

From the edge of the table, the Spam can stared him in the face and a question popped into his mind. What about the horrible ingridents he'd heard about being in Spam? Not nitrates or hidden fats, but things like goat lips and sheep testicles. He'd even seen someone claim online that there was pig anal lining in the pink cube of unidentified meat.

Don't do it, his mind warned him as he reached for the can. You'll regret it.

Like he was going to listen to his conscience after all these years? Scoffing slightly he picked up the can and began to read it. Nothing jumped out at him that made him want to spit out his food on sight, but the mentions of pork, beef and chicken "product" was a little disturbing. He was so involved in trying to discern what "product" meant that he didn't even notice when Wilson came into the lounge.

The younger man gawked at his friend a little, surprised that the can of unidentified meat substance was holding his attention so raptly. He only kept Kosher when it came to Spam, but House wasn't what you'd call particular when it came to food. Still, he gave a little cringe when he thought of what the contents of the blue can might be.

"You read your Spam?" Wilson asked in disbelief.

"Of course." House replied. "If I'm eating hog testicles I want to know it."

Another One Bites The Dust (Attn: spybaby47)

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:50:09 GMT

Sometimes in life you got more then you bargained for, Gregory House though to himself as he gazed down at the piece of paper in his hands.

After Lucas had run his course, first investigating Wilson, then the ducklings, one more name came up that House wanted checked up on. Caitie Grey, a friend and sometimes bed partner of his who'd been in Africa for two years with Doctors Without Borders. Oddly enough, he missed her. And he'd thought of her often considering the going away party he'd given her in Atlantic City. They'd gotten completely shit faced and did it like monkeys all night. It sure beat a cheesy greeting card.

And, apparently, they'd gotten married.

Him. Married. He wouldn't believe it if it weren't for the marriage liscense in his hands. If he had found out the morning after he'd feel conflicted, but maybe willing to try it for awhile. But Caitie had been gone for two years, and given that she was in her early twenties she no doubt had gone under some changes. Would he even want to be attached to person she was now? Or would she want to be attached to him? And what on earth made him feel like he had any business being married?

There were alot of questions. He'd left a message for Caitie to call him when she got back in from Africa, which was set to be any day now. Hopefully soon there would be some answers.

Returning the Call (House Attn: Caitie)

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 02:05:31 GMT

Once they arrived at the hospital, House sent Cameron after the test results and headed to his office by himself. He needed a minute or two to think before he went to see Wilson and Dixie. Hopefully the tests from the scene would give them some answers. Despite his terse comments to Wilson's face, he was very concerned about saving his best friend's future wife and their unborn child.

When he sat down at his desk, the message light on his cellphone was blinking. He picked it up and dialed to hear the voicemail. Once he heard that it was Caitie on the other line, he felt his stomach shrink. He was still swaggering from the night before with Cameron, and now this came up. With a sigh he dialed Caitie's cell phone number and waited for her to pick it up.

You Should Know

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 00:48:09 GMT

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