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asimaiyatTitle: "It's Not Pollen"
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: amazingly, G. It is that schmoopy.
Summary: Wilson is sick. Clearly this has a hidden meaning.
AN: This is amazingly schmoopy and fluffy.darkdreamer would probably disown me for it. :D Written for the prompt "winter grass" from ice_ziggee on comment_fic.
Wilson was obviously in no condition to be at work. His nose was red, his eyes were surrounded by purple, and half the time when he tried to talk, all he did was sneeze.
House frowned at him over coffee in the cafeteria. "What's wrong with you today? You're making the idea of stealing a bite of that danish look very unappetizing."
"Clearly that's my evil plan. Muahaha -- achoo! Or maybe it's my grass allergy acting up, but, you know, that could just be crazy talk."
"Grass allergy?"
"House, how long have you known me? This is not a new thing. I've had hay fever since I was a cub scout."
"You were never a cub scout. And you turning into a walking biohazard zone is not a new thing, but --" House reached over and pushed open the nearest window, letting in a cold draft and drawing murderous looks from everyone in the vicinity -- "it happening in the middle of January, now, that's a medical mystery."
"There is still pollen in the winter. It's just hiding. And plotting. And then there's one nice weekend and it allll comes out to try to make me use up my sick days."
"Maybe. Or maybe you're sick for some other, more sinister reason.... Wilson! Did you get a cat?"
Wilson sighed and rested his forehead on his palm. "Why would I get a cat, House?"
"Maybe you have a new girlfriend, and she has a cat."
"And that would be sinister why?, exactly?"
"Because you didn't tell me. Duh."
"Oh, of course, how could I forget? Your life is just meaningless without receiving every detail of my personal life in a non-stop Twitter feed."
"Tweet tweet?"
"Oh for God's sake. Here. Happy birthday. I had to wait in line for three hours in the snow to get them, so if you have any more commentary, I hope you don't mind keeping it to yourself."
Wilson slapped something down on the table and strode off in the direction of his office, leaving House momentarily confused until he picked up the tickets.
BB King at Madison Square Garden, orchestra seats.
Now the only question was, how to find the most annoying way possible to make Wilson agree to be his date.
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: amazingly, G. It is that schmoopy.
Summary: Wilson is sick. Clearly this has a hidden meaning.
AN: This is amazingly schmoopy and fluffy.
darkdreamer would probably disown me for it. :D Written for the prompt "winter grass" from ice_ziggee on comment_fic.Wilson was obviously in no condition to be at work. His nose was red, his eyes were surrounded by purple, and half the time when he tried to talk, all he did was sneeze.
House frowned at him over coffee in the cafeteria. "What's wrong with you today? You're making the idea of stealing a bite of that danish look very unappetizing."
"Clearly that's my evil plan. Muahaha -- achoo! Or maybe it's my grass allergy acting up, but, you know, that could just be crazy talk."
"Grass allergy?"
"House, how long have you known me? This is not a new thing. I've had hay fever since I was a cub scout."
"You were never a cub scout. And you turning into a walking biohazard zone is not a new thing, but --" House reached over and pushed open the nearest window, letting in a cold draft and drawing murderous looks from everyone in the vicinity -- "it happening in the middle of January, now, that's a medical mystery."
"There is still pollen in the winter. It's just hiding. And plotting. And then there's one nice weekend and it allll comes out to try to make me use up my sick days."
"Maybe. Or maybe you're sick for some other, more sinister reason.... Wilson! Did you get a cat?"
Wilson sighed and rested his forehead on his palm. "Why would I get a cat, House?"
"Maybe you have a new girlfriend, and she has a cat."
"And that would be sinister why?, exactly?"
"Because you didn't tell me. Duh."
"Oh, of course, how could I forget? Your life is just meaningless without receiving every detail of my personal life in a non-stop Twitter feed."
"Tweet tweet?"
"Oh for God's sake. Here. Happy birthday. I had to wait in line for three hours in the snow to get them, so if you have any more commentary, I hope you don't mind keeping it to yourself."
Wilson slapped something down on the table and strode off in the direction of his office, leaving House momentarily confused until he picked up the tickets.
BB King at Madison Square Garden, orchestra seats.
Now the only question was, how to find the most annoying way possible to make Wilson agree to be his date.