fandom_clinic | Thursday Evening, October 20

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Thursday Evening, October 20

Red lollypop in hand (and very much aware *cough*someone*cough* has been in his stash), Dr House is sitting behind the desk in the clinic reception area with one of Wilson's medical journals open in front of him. He's read the same sentence at least ten times, his mind too busy to focus on the words. Last night with Wilson and Angelus had been...interesting to say the least (and yes, vagueness as it's not been played out yet. Hush)

He finally gives up on the article, flips the periodical closed, limps over to Lisa's latest bulletin board, leaving his cane hanging off the side of his desk. The board fails to hold his attention, and he ends up pacing the waiting area of the clinic. Without the cane. Which isn't really good for his leg, but gives him an excuse to take an extra Vicodin.

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Parker stalks in, and wow, what do you know. She has a lollipop just like his.

"Hellooooo, Doctor House."

He stops his pacing, and leans against his desk. Blue eyes note the overwhelming similarities between his lollypop and hers. He surpresses a growl, and a muttered threat against Wilson.

"Good evening, Miss Parker," he answers a bit stiffly. "Been exposed to any gremlin spit lately?"

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"And I'm supposed to rejoice in this travesty?" House blinks at her.

He takes the lolly out of his mouth and looks up at the ceiling. "Apparently my leg isn't hell enough? Now this?"

Parker cocks her head at him, not quite sure how far she can push him in this mood. "Me living forever is a travesty? Aw. I'm hurt. Truly." She grins and sucks on her lollipop a little harder. "Isn't Dr. Wilson around to referee? He promised me good taunting time, here."

He was officially off duty and had been back in the apartment grabbing a nice refreshing shower ~~extremely refreshing if you know what I mean~~ and was now surfacing to gather up his charts to work on for the evening.

Drawn by the sound of voices, he poked his head around the door, chuckling as he saw who it was.

"I didn't say when the taunting might occure."

Leaning against the doorframe, Wilson crossed his arms over his chest. His hair was still damp, the loose fitting gray sweater looked about a size too large for him and swirled loosely around jean clad hips and thighs.

(ooc: new game.. every time Wilson shows up somewhere with damp hair, take a shot.)

_{[[slams back tequila]]}

[ooc: Good gried, I've already had to stop using 'the oncologist' now I have to stop with damp hair. Key-rist.]

_{*pats you* Nooo! It's cuteness!}

(ooc: Who said you had to stop?! We like to drink!

Parker's eyes glazed for a second. "Yum," she muttered under her breath, then gave Wilson a bright smile. "No, you didn't. Ah well. I am setting my own schedule for torment and mockery, then." She turned back to House. "~I've got a loll-i-pop,~" she sings. "~Dr. Wilson gave me one!~"

He considers raising his cane, but decides that would be a bit much. He doesn't hestiate to throw a glare at Wilson, however. "You gave her one of my red suckers? How could you?" House tapped the cane on the floor. "You traitor!"

"I am." Wilson said with a simple nod and a quick wink towards Parker.

"Scold me?"

It was never as much fun when Wilson invited it but he didn't look particularly apologetic. Red lollipops vs a real chance that someone might quit smoking? House knew Wilson which side Wilson was going to land on with that one.

Parker looked intrigued. "Ooo. Verbal flaying. Is it wrong that I could interpret that as hot?"

Steel blue eyes turn on Parker. "Why are you here, Parker?" Not that he wanted to be alone with Wilson. Oh no. Not that. Never that. "Because if it's just to torment me and drool over Slick, you can leave."

Parker pouted, but her eyes gleamed evilly. "What if I'm here to drool over you and Slick? Do I get to stay then?"

Wilson cleared his throat and pushed on into the room, walking towards the counter to gather up his paperwork.

"Actually, this is part of her kick the habit therapy. Since she can only be oh so mean to people while coming off the nicotine, I told her she could come and watch you verbally torture me."

Pushing the small stack off to the side, he hopped up on the counter and pulled one foot up to brace his heel against the front of the counter.

"Especially about being a traitor and giving out the red lollipops."

"I see." House scratches his chin. "We wouldn't want to disappoint the lady, now would we?" his eyes turn on Wilson with a glowing intensity. He raises the cane, stepping closer to Wilson, pointing the handle at him.

"How many times have I told you the red ones are mine? They're not for you to pass out, and I don't care if she's not smoking. She can suck on the damn orange ones. Give her purple, I don't care. but stay away from my red suckers."

Parker chortled and folded her arms, making an obnoxious slurping noise with her sucker.

In the normal course of life, usually Wilson tended to ignore these little tirades but since they were putting on a show he made a good attempt at looking suitible wounded.

"But...but Hooooouuuusssseee." Oh but he could work that whigne when he wanted to. "It's what works for the patient, it's a well documented fact that red suckers help cut the craving for nicotine. It is absolutely vital to have something hard and red in your mouth at all times."

Oh yes, he did just say that last line and looked up at House in an expression that looked so sweetly boyish...if you just didn't look at his eyes.

House shakes a finger and clicks his tongue. "Is that so? You'll have to find me documentation of that. Maybe some physical proof, before I'll believe it."

Parker nearly choked on her lollipop at this, turning bright red with suppressed laughter, half unable to believe the doctors were so blatantly flirting in front of her. In a hostile, masculine way, of course.

"I think I might have that journal back at the apartment." He managed to say with a straight face and an angelic expression.

"We can review it when you get off duty."

Dark eyes slashed towards Parker briefly. See...giving up smoking had certain perks!

[ooc: Had to use the new gray sweater icon...squee!]

"Why wait? Parker can see herself out. I'm really quite curious about this...uh, research." House stole a glance at parker, but quickly shifted his attention back to Wilson, eyes deliberately raking over his slender form.

[OOC: *Icon!squee!*

"Aaaaand suddenly, I have to go find my boyfriend. Gosh. Darn. You two... carry on." Parker grinned as she walked toward the door, then spun on her heel and sang, "~Thank you Doctor House! That was real nice of you!~" before skipping out.

[[*dies laughing and drooling*]]

As she fled it was all together possible that Parker heard Wilson's voice.

"But Hooooouuusssee... We can't have sex in the clinic."

A deliberate pause.

"Again."

House looked for a moment like he intended to shout something at Parker (and if he had, it would have been along the lines of "Go buy your own damn read lollypops!") but Wilson's voice distracted him, and shifted his brain function to an entirely different level.

He shifted his weight, used the cane as a cover. "Dr Wilson, I believe I need your help in the lab."

Wilson chuckled as he watched Parker beat a hasty retreat and then he pushed himself up to his feet and walked right into House so that they were pressed full length against each other.

"You...are a cruel, cruel man."

Putting his hands on the older man's hips, Wilson began to walk House back towards the lab.

House chuckled. "And you love it."

They walked in silence the few steps to the lab, and once there, House turned and guided Wilson to the wall so he could kiss him with the benefit of the support a wall offered.

Leaning back against the wall, Wilson braced his legs slightly so that he supported House's feet. Kisses were definitely distracting and the younger doctor rumbled softly against House's lips.

"True. Mmm... House, before...uhhhh, before we get too distracted, or...um...caught. I need to tell you something."

Reaching up with both hands to catch House's stubbled jaw, Wilson kissed him passionately to thoroughly distract him before breaking the bad news.

"Lisa quit."

And he was just about to thrust his tongue into Wilson's throat.

He pulled back, mood effectively killed., blue eyes searching Wilson's face.

"I told you not to do my charting. Leaves her nothing to do when she's here."

He clicked his tongue.

"Did she say why?"

Damn...definitely should have waited until after the tonsil tickle.

Laying his head back against the wall, Wilson reached up and rubbed his hand over his face.

"She...she's having a hard time right now. She's sick as hell, broncitus, I scripted her out antibiotics and cough syrup and ... you know the drill. She's sick, she's tired...there seems to be a lot going on with her right now and...she's having a crisis of conscience regarding what it means to be a doctor."

Dark eyes flicked down towards House's leg and then back to his face.

"I talked to her a bit...but she seems to need the time and space."

"You tell her..." House shook his head. He caught the look, the subtle flickering of warm brown eyes to his leg. "Of course you told her," he cut himself off.

"Maybe I'll talk to her." He stepped back, rammed the end of his cane on the floor several times.

His gaze shifted to the empty waiting room. "Go turn off the light. Lock the door. Supposed to close in half an hour anyway."

Straightening up, Wilson gently trailed his fingers across House's chest that was a gesture more soothing than inflamatory and went to shut down the clinic. Flipping on the 'On Call Emergency' board with the different numbers students could call, he turned and headed back down the hall, turning off lights as he went, until he'd fallen back into step with House.

"Come on, lets go to bed, Ace."

It always took him a step or two to find his rhythm, nd once he did, even though it was only a few steps to the door to the apartment, he slid an arm around WIlson's waist which prompted Wilson to lean agianst his shoulder. Unlocking the door, House dropped a kiss on the tpo of Wilson's had.

_{[[And if she was still there, Parker would be saying, "woo! Woo-hoo!"]]}

She smirks around her lolly. "Nope. Just been quitting smoking." She does one or two tap steps, Spanish Heel, maybe, looking smug. "Congratulate me! I'm going to live forever!"

[ooc: Last night with Wilson and Angelus had been...interesting to say the least - personally I was surprised when Wilson got mauled by that rabid lemur. I never saw that coming. Neither did he, I guess.]

[ooc: I was particularly fascinated by the 101 things Angelus could do with a can of whip cream, while handcuffed to a rabid lemur.]

[ooc: You do what you gotta do to pass a long summer day]

[ooc: A vampire walks into a bar with a lemur under one arm and a can of whip cream under the other. He walks up to the bar and the bartender says...]

(ooc: 'Get outta my pub, you fuckin' pouf!' *Spike*)

*comes in with this under her arm*

Good evenin', Dr. House. Can I stash this in the fridge overnight?

Oh, an' tomorrow I'll need a syringe or two, if that's all right.

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