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Ten House/Wilson drabbles. It's that housefic_pens first ten songs on Party Shuffle thing that's going around.

Every one's exactly 100 words. And let me tell you, that was a bitch.

Snark, schmoop and smut. I can't compete on the angst front. I figure, when you're worried about word count, it's best to stick to your strengths.



Virginia Woolf
House saw Wilson reading in the glow of the table lamp. He subtly hid the title when he saw House looking, as though he didn’t know the man.

“What you reading?”

“Just a book”

“Uh huh. What book?”

“It’s a novel. Nothing exciting.”

“Just tell me and I’ll go away and leave you alone. Don’t tell me, and I’m prepared to sit here all night.”

Wilson sighed. “Mrs. Dalloway.”

“Mrs. Dalloway. Why?”

“I’ve never read it.”

“Millions of people have never read it. I’m pretty sure it’s not a requirement for life.”

Wilson crossed his arms.

“You watched The Hours didn’t you?”

Blood Makes Noise
Wilson’s favourite time of night was after House fell asleep. No more sniping; no more turning away. It had been difficult to get House to agree to share his bed in the first place, and the man seemed determined to try to make Wilson regret asking.

Sleeping House welcomed Wilson however. His hand would edge across, seeking Wilson’s arm, or thigh, or stomach. Wilson could slide closer then; brush House’s ankle with his foot, curl into his warmth.

If House needed two Vicodin at bed-time, Wilson could even put his head on House’s chest and listen to his heart beating.

Testify
"I'm not gonna testify at your divorce hearing."

"But you got a subpoena. You have to testify."

"Not gonna happen."

"You're named as the adulterous party. Her lawyer gets to cross examine you. You have to tell the court about our sex life."

"What?"

"He just needs a few details. They want to know how you bugger me in the elevator and the supply closet; how I give you head in exam room three."

"I'm not going to court."

"It's just a hearing. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal."

"No!"

"House? House, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Flamingo Baby
"I bet you twenty bucks you can't stand on one leg for five minutes."

"What?"

"Come on, Chase took the bet."

"Did he win?"

"Of course not."

"So what makes you think I'm going to take the bet?"

"Are you saying you're smarter than Chase?"

"I'm saying I know you better."

"Come on. Five minutes! D'you know what the world record is?"

"I've no idea."

"It's 76 hours and 40 minutes. That's more than three days. Surely you can do five minutes."

"I bet whoever broke the record didn't have you around to bother him."

"So, what's your point?"

"House…"

Mer girl
"Daryl Hannah in Splash or Ariel?"

"What?"

"Who would you rather do? Daryl Hannah or Ariel?"

"Ariel's a cartoon."

"Daryl Hannah is an actress."

"Is there a reason you suddenly imagine I have a thing for mermaids?"

"She was hot in that movie."

"Daryl Hannah?"

"We could get Kill Bill. It's been a while since we saw that."

"You know Uma irritates me."

"You're right. Plus, she has those freaky toes."

"How about Blade Runner?"

"Ha! I knew you had a thing for Daryl Hannah."

"I never said… You were the one suggesting Daryl Hannah films."

"You are so busted."


Effigy
A souvenir from Graceland, Chase supposed it was an Elvis doll, but it looked a lot like Wilson. A Doctor Barbie outfit from K-Mart gave him a lab coat, and the resemblance was almost scary.

He’d brought it in when Wilson was at a conference for a week – saying the diagnostics department didn’t seem the same without him, he was around so often.

House eyed it nervously during differential. When Chase came back with lab results it was gone.

When he found it two weeks later in a drawer with House’s iPod, yo-yo and gameboy, Chase didn’t say a word.

Think about you
There's a Tupperware container in the corner of the kitchen. A green toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. A book of matches from the Chicago Hyatt on the coffee table. Green tea soap in the soap dish.

There's a fork in the drawer of my desk from the salad you ate every bite of while I looked on hungrily. That red pen isn't mine either.

There's a tie in the back seat of my car. You leave your life scattered in mine.

There's this idea you have that I need objects to make me think of you when you're not there.

Jaded
House likes to brag that nothing can surprise him.

His air of indifference is legendary. Anger, sarcasm, hurt, rules, regulations… water off a duck’s back.

Wilson is pleased to discover that there is at least one thing that can leave House breathless with shock; eyes wide, jaw slack.

Apparently he never expected his best friend to follow him into the shower, press him up against the cold tiles and kiss him until he moaned and pressed back.

While he has House rendered speechless, Wilson takes advantage – testing the rasp of stubble on his cheek, tasting the water on House’s skin.

Wearing and Tearing
Wilson had hundreds of white T-shirts. Completely interchangeable. Not a memory, an event, nor any sentimental value linked to a single one of them.

Except the one with a tear at the neck. That one was special.

He'd been wearing it the night he and House went to the all night Hitchcock film festival. The night they'd gotten lost on the way home and stopped for breakfast at a diner so greasy you could taste the air.

House had slipped getting back in the car and had caught himself by grabbing Wilson around the neck. And he didn't pull away.

Let me Entertain You (sequel to Superstar)
House had had a long day. He wanted a hot shower and a stiff drink. He forgot both when he saw what was waiting on the other side of his front door.

Wilson stood in the middle of the room. Wearing nothing but leather pants. A Sharpie pen stuck out of the front pocket.

"You thought you could seduce me with leather and ink?"

"I hoped."

"Do I get to write whatever I want?"

"Within reason."

"Have you ever known me to be reasonable?"

"Not once. What if I said that I don't care?"

"I'd say you were a fool."