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House is a wee bit excited about the evening to come.

He's having trouble relaxing enough to sleep.

So...May as well work a few hours in the clinic, right?

Riiiiight.

He's sucking on a red lolly, and he's in the office. Disturb if you dare.

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Of course Wilson dared!

He'd been lazy that morning, taking his own sweet time in getting out of the bed. No real reason for his laying about, just...he had the time and the inclination and as long as he'd had House beside him, Wilson hadn't felt the need to be anywhere else.

Then House had gone and headed into the Clinic and though Wilson had managed to drop off for a couple more hours, he had finally surfaced, showered, shaved and was now padding along the corridor in his socking feet carrying two cups of coffee.

"Hey there."

House looked up, smiled. "Hey. That for me?" He put a hand out for one of the coffees, though his eyes were a touch higher, looking to Wilson's face.

Handing the coffee over, Wilson shifted to sit up on the desk, legs facing House.

"Of course." The oncologist returned the smile and set a foot up on the edge of House's chair, just a subtle invasion of his lover's space.

"What's got you down here of all places this morning?"

House took a sip of the coffee. Just the way he liked it. It made him smile once more as he swallowed.

"Just killing a little time before I whisk you away for the night." Blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Wilson arched an eyebrow and his smile grew wider as he leaned back on one hand.

"And just where are you whisking me?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" House set the coffee down and looked positively dismayed at himself. "Clear your calendar. Check in is at 3, and for twenty-four hours, you belong to me. We're going to Crowley's hotel."

Hands, no longer holding the coffee, moved to rest on thighs. Intense blue eyes shifted, danced as he looked up at Wilson.

That got a blink out of the oncologist and he was taking a breath to ask House about coverage for the Clinic not to mention checking in with Jack and...

And

And

And

The list was endless, it would probably always been endless and House ... twenty-four hours alone with House, they hadn't had anything like that in years, even with Wilson coming here and their cohabitating.

Setting his coffee aside, he covered House's hands with his own and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of the older man's mouth.

"Sounds perfect. Thank you."

"I'll make arrangements with Alanna or Lisa to cover the clinic for a few hours, check in on Jack," House murmured, and turned his hands over to link his fingers with Wilson's. "And you're not going to worry about a thing except keeping me happy."

Curling his fingers around House's hand, Wilson rested his cheek against the older man's head for a moment.

"Might also check with DEATH. There's little that comes through the door that he can't handle without one of us."

Straightening, the oncologist looked down at his lover and then grinned.

"Three eh? Hmmm, guess I better get a wriggle on if I'm going to get ready to be able to...keep you happy."

House reached for the coffee, took a sip of it. "Yeah. I'm gonna close up here in a minute. You go on. I'll make a few calls and get things covered here tonight and tonmorrow."

"Right, where should I meet you?"

Wilson was sliding down off the desk, wearing a particularly ~~promising~~ mischeveious smile.

"If you stick to the apartment, I'll find you." House gave him a little smile. "I thought we could waklk to town together."

Pausing in the doorway, Wilson smiled softly. "Sounds good. I'll pack us up a little bag come home when you can."

Tapping the frame with his fingers, the oncologist slipped back down the corridor, his mind busy coming up with ideas of how to keep House...very happy.

House watched Wilson go, savoring the image of him standing in the door frame.

He smiled to himself,a nd fished in the files drawer for the paper with phone numbers for the clinic assistants. Alanna, Lisa, DEATH. Between the three of them, he hoped to keep the clinic open at least a few hours.

Paige walked into the clinic looked very tired and worried "I'm looking for Geoff Chaucer" she said "he's not here is he?"

House looked up, tugged the lollypop out of his mouth.

"Chaucer. Hmmm." He looked toward the exam rooms, wasn't aware of anyone bsck there but Jack. He sifted through a drawer o patient files, found the one marked Chaucer, and scanned WIlson's notes.

"Discharged. Sorry."

"So he's okay then?" Paige breathes a sigh of relief, "you don't happen to know where he is now do you? I really want to check on him."

House frowned, attempting to discern the chicken scratch that passed as Wilson's handwriting. "Looks like he was discharged in the care of someone called Tim. Tom. Ten?" House shook his head and flipped the file closed. "Something like that."

Paige nods knowing who he means from her phone conversation with Nine a month ago. Thank you very much Doctor House," she says before heading out of the clinic

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