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It's Monday. He's been sitting in the clinic all day, but kept the lights off and the on-call beacon on because ~~his mun has to work~~ he's feeling antisocial.

The desk is spotless, though he did take everything out of the trash can after his little cleaning spree on Sunday. He filled the drawers back up, and figures Wilson will have a difficult time finding *anything*, and he'll hear about it later, but it felt good to toss everything when he did it.

He's opened the doors, finally, and is at the desk with a red lolly, and a bottle of Vicodin sitting in front of him. Wilson's crossword puzzle book is there too, but he hasn't written one single word all day.

Dr is in, if you dare to see him

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Alanna came in, her book over one shoulder and scowl securly in place.

"Did you know if you stare at a word long enough, you stop seeing the word, and the letters don't make sense anymore?" His blue eyes flickered to Alanna, but shifted back to his bottle of pills.

"Yup. And it means its time to to stop starring at it and do something. How are you feeling?"

"Do something? Like count them? I already know there's thirty six in the bottle. Three dozen. Barely a week's worth, the way I used to take them." He shook the bottle just to hear the pills rattle.

He set it down and looked up at her again. "I'm feeling great. I'd be up for the next marathon if I wasn't missing a chunk of muscle in my leg."

He shook his head and rubbed a hand over his face. "And how are you this fine winter's day, Miss Alanna?"

Alanna pondered taking the bottle away. "Better than you, though about to go off and spend a week as Squire Alan. Would you like anything?"

"You're not going to go off and get yourself killed, are you? Because that would really suck."

House's eyes flickered to the hallway that led to the apartment. "Nope, nothing I need. I'm just sitting here waiting till I can mosey back home."

"Gee, thanks." Alanna replied dryly. "I'll probably wish I was dead, with the parties, and the making nice, and dancing with the girls who want to hear all about my trip." She shivered. "And watching my every bloody movement to make sure that noone notices that I'm not a boy. How did I ever miss that?"

House put up a hand in mock-surrender. "I just don't know. You'd never catch me posing as a girl, that's for sure." He shivered at the thought.

[OOC: Gotta scoot for dinner, will be back in half an hour, or so]

Alanna laughed at the thought. "I think it's a bit easier for a girl to play a boy than vice versa."

((ooc: Gotta go back to class, back in three hours. Good timing! *g*))

"Are you saying I wouldn't look good in a skirt?" House asked, his eyes lightening a little with mischief.

Alanna shook her head with a laugh. "Thank you! Now you went and got that image stuck in my head!"

"Rest assured, I have nice legs from the knee down." House picked up the bottle of Vicodin again, tossed it up in the air then tossed it to her. "Would you mind putting that back in lock up for me?"

Alanna easily caught the bottle and stood up, accidentally startling her bag which angrily mewed. She coughed nervously. "Sure!"

House's eyes darted to the mewing bag. "I'll just keep an eye on that." he said with an arched brow.

Alanna blushed and darted to the back closet, hoping that her cat would stay in the bag, literally.

House watched the bag, literally, and looked up when Alanna came back to the lobby. "I think he wants out of the bag."

Faithful nimbly jumped out of the back and yawned. "The good doctor is right, I'm bored." "You were supposed to stay in, Faithful!" Alanna sighed and sat back down, poking at the cat with her toe. "Sorry, he's not supposed to come out."

"Of course you're bored, I'd be unhappy if someone stuffed me in a bag too." House looked pointedly at Alanna, then shifted his gaze to the cat. "You don't have to keep him locked up around here, you know. Let him out, stretch his legs."

Faithful stuck his tongue out at Alanna and lightly jumped up on to Houses's lap. "I like you."

Alanna groaned. "Well, I'm really not sure if I'm supposed to drag him around everywhere, so he's supposed to stay in my bag and nap. Dr. Wilson said it's all right as long as he doesn't see him, so, out of sight."

"Dr Wilson needs to lighten up. Oh, you like that, don't you? I know you do." House rubbed Faithful between the ears and under his chin.

"Mrowr! A little to the left?" Faithful rubbed his head against Houses's hand.

Alanna sighed. "He's a wee bit spoiled." "Am not!"

House shifted his attention a little to the left.

"Not at all. No harm in indulging him a little." House leaned down and rubbed his chin over Faithful's head.

"However, Dr Wilson doesn't need to know about this."

House had a very happy cat in his hands. "Everyone likes Faithful." Alanna said. "And they're all very happy to show just how much they like him."

"That's because I'm adorrrable. And they think my eyes are 'nifty'".

"Huh. I hadn't even noticed your eyes." House continued to rub and stroke the cat.

"And you, shouldn't keep him in a bag all day."

Faithful happily purred while Alanna scoweled at him. "I don't keep him in my bag all day, just when I'm going somewhere where he might not be wanted. He doesn't mind, usually."

"Well, he's always welcome in my clinic. Well, except when Wilson's around." He shook his head in dismay. "Sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him."

"Is something wrong?"

House shook his head, and flashed Alanna a smile. "He went to Jersey this weekend. Something's upset him, and we havne't had a chance to talk about it. He's been in there," his eyes drifted back to the apartment, "all morning on the phone. I worry about him, that's all. He's fine. I just can't help it."

[OOC: So sorry! I crashed out for the night without much warning]

Alanna nodded glumly. "I know how that feels."

((s'all right, sleep is important. I should know, I haven't got any.))

"Yeah. So. It's fine." He smiled softly.

This was a swap, House in the Clinic all day and Wilson in the apartment all day. He'd been on the phone, follow-up work with Jack and just lost in his own thoughts.

And he'd kept expecting House to return but as the day continued and House seemed to actually be taking the idea of clinic hours for real, Wilson surfaced from the apartment.

Walking down the hallway the first thing that caught his eye was the desk. Blinking, he raised an eyebrow.

"Uh...tornado?"

"More like boredom." House leaned back in the chair to tilt his head back and look up at Wilson, all the better to feign innocence.

Wilson tugged open one of the now empty drawers and he winced softly as he saw that all the supplies he'd so neatly filled the drawer with were gone.

"I really liked those pens." He said without any real rancor.

Exhaling softly he turned and sat down on the top of the desk, looking at the older man with quiet dark eyes.

"It was a no win situation. Young mother with mestasticized melanoma, a tumor in her brain had finally compromised all function leaving her vegetative but she's six months pregnant. Jack needed my help mapping out a plan to buy time for the baby without the cancer crossing the umbilical cord or killing the mother."

House rolled the chair closer to the desk, and nudged Wilson's legs so he could scoot up close to him. He lay his hands on Wilson's thighs and looked up at him while he explained the situation in New Jersey.

His bright eyes registered understanding and compassion, and he was more than glad he'd suggested Aziraphale accompany Wilson on the trip. He could only hope the angel's presence had helped Wilson's frame of mind, either directly or indirectly.

He could only imagine how difficult it had been for Wilson in light of the situation with Julie. House's arms moved around Wilson's waist and he nuzzled his face against his waist.

There were no words to express what he was thinking, what he was feeling. He could only offer quiet comfort and understanding.

Wilson gently stroked his fingers through his lover's salt and pepper hair, leaning down to rest his cheek atop the older man's head and exhaling a gentle sigh.

"I'm sorry I couldn't take you, House." He whispered. "I could barely stand to go myself and I know we both have ghosts...I'm sorry, Greg...I couldn't be sure I could help you fight yours and face mine at the same time."

"You don't need to apologise. I'm just glad I didn't let you go alone." House said softly. He certainly wasn't glad his feeling had been accurate, but he was glad he'd acted on it, and that Aziraphale had gone.

"We both know I would have been miserable and I wouldn't have been very positive for you to be around." He turned his head just enough to nuzzle Wilson's neck and kiss his cheek.

Reaching an arm around the older man, Wilson held him close, pressing his face against the familiar comfort of House's stubbled jaw.

"I did get you lots of presents in New York."

"Did you? I haven't even thought about shopping for presents. There's a few things I want to get you. Maybe I'll go in to town tomorrow. I'll buy you some new pens." He looked up, blue eyes twinkling.

"You better buy me some new pens." Wilson said huffilly and then he sat back, wriggling a finger at House.

"And before you start tearing the apartment upside down looking for them, your gifts are in a safe place. I know how you are about sniffing out presents and they are not in the apartment...where I can't even hide changing my mind about dinner."

"If I had to guess I'd say the book shop." House said, with a little mischevious smile touching his lips. "Not that I'd ever go snooping around over there," he added quickly.

"My mother used to send my gifts to my grandmother's house, and have Nana bring them with her on Christmas Eve."

Wilson arched his eyebrows pointedly.

"You are so going to go snoop. I know you are. I expect it. That's why I went to Aziraphale. He's a master thwarter and you require a professional."

House looked positively defamed and brought a hand up to his heart to feign hurt. "You wound me. I'm so crushed. I think, at the very least, you owe me a kiss."

Chuckling softly, Wilson caught his lover's face in between his hands and leaned down to kiss him, long and deeply.

After a few minutes, he whispered. "And you're still going to go snoop."

"And you would have me admitted to a psych ward if I didn't." House answered with a hand moving into Wilson's hair.

"Of course I would." Grinning, lovingly at his friend, Wilson stroked his fingers across House's face and then reached to catch the hand in his hair.

"Come on. I want to snuggle and not out here in the reception area. There are game shows to be watched."

"Yes, yes there are (http://www.livejournal.com/users/gotcanewillpoke/7360.html)." House pushed back and grabbed his cane to use as leverage to get to his feet.

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