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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 6, 2009 17:28:45 GMT -7
House finally made his way into his office, the events of the morning still on his mind. He still couldn't believe it. Cuddy was pregnant, and not only that, but she was pregnant with his child. Sitting down in the chair, he sighed, propping his leg up on the desk.
He stared at the phone, thinking. Wilson should be reachable. He took his cane and used it to pull the phone closer. He pressed a button, then another one. He smirked as he decided to reverse the charges, waiting for Wilson to accept the collect call. When the operator asked for his name, he replied, smirking, "Doctor Matt Hunter." A character on the soap opera, General Hospital, which he watched frequently. He was sure Wilson would pick up on that, but it was fun to mess around with Wilson.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 6, 2009 17:57:07 GMT -7
Wilson was thoroughly enjoying his new job. He was enjoying it so much that he wished he had made the move a long time ago. It was hard adjusting to not having someone like House around to look after but he was slowly getting used to it.
Now, Wilson was sitting at his desk in his spacious office, taking a little break before his next meeting with a patient. He picked up his phone on the first ring. "Dr. Wilson." He listened to the operator. He was about to say that he didn't know a Matt Hunter. Then it came to him...
A small smile spread across his face as he told the operator, "Put him through." He mentally went through the long list of things House could have done---the real reason of the call not being one of the thoughts to cross Wilson's mind. Wilson would let House do the talking first. He waited patiently to hear that familiar voice on the other end.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 6, 2009 20:09:24 GMT -7
House tapped his fingers against the desk, waiting for Wilson to accept the charges and answer the phone. When the line cleared, House smirked.
"Boy, Wilson, I am having an awesome day. You gotta hear it from me to believe it. So, this really hot patient came through the clinic today, I mean, she was hot. You totally missed out. By god, she was stacked, with legs that went on forever. She begged me to give her the cure, and so I did, and sent her on to my bedroom." House rambled on, "then I stalked Cuddy for the rest of the morning, found out that she's pregnant with my baby, then I got a rueban sandwich for lunch, just the way I like it. Then I tormented the ducklings, sending Taub to the labs to scrub each and every one of the test tubes just because. Well, I told him because there were some inconsistencies in some lab tests, but of course that is blatantly untrue. I sent Thirteen to the clinic to finish out my shift and Kutner... ah, Kutner, he's picking up my laundry."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 6, 2009 21:16:04 GMT -7
Wilson wished he hadn't payed as much attention to House's words as he had. House had clearly tried to make it seem like no big deal by hiding it between less mundane things. Wilson let House finish talking before he replied. "Did you say...did you say that Cuddy's pregnant with your baby?" Wilson stuttered out. Of course asking that wasn't going to change what House had said. "I don't know if I should congratulate you or send you a sympathy card."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 6, 2009 21:58:00 GMT -7
"Nothing gets past you, does it, Wilson?" House snarked. "I mean, clearly you're in the wrong profession. You should have been working for the Daily Planet. Lois Lane's got nothing on you."
House put the phone on speakerphone so he could have his hands free. He pulled out his PSP, turned the sound off and started playing. "I'd recommend both. I'll need that drink. Plus the sympathy card should be good for a couple of laughs." House made a face, "Cuddy's keeping the baby. Which isn't a surprise considering she's been trying to get pregnant forever. Isn't it crazy that all it took was a ride on my joystick to get her a three month pass on the morning porcelain express?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 6, 2009 22:08:23 GMT -7
"You're going to be a father, House. That's---that's terrifying," he exclaimed. Wilson leaned back in his chair and rubbed at his temples with his free hand, trying to graps this whole House-being-a-parent concept. It was nearly impossible to imagine. "You did tell Cuddy that you'd help her raise the kid, didn't you?"
Maybe this was good news. It felt like the end of a chapter in the book of life and the start of a new one. House would have to learn how to be responsible, and he'd have to learn that without Wilson's help.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 6, 2009 22:49:42 GMT -7
House tossed the PSP on the desk in a fit of pique. "You mean, I wasn't terrifying before? Wilson, you wound me. I am deeply, deeply hurt. Crushed even." His lips twisted in annoyance, "yes, James, I told her I'd help raise the kid. It's not like she'll trust me to do much. I am a vicodin addict," he said, pitching his voice and doing jazz hands. He paused, really in a fit of pique. "This conversation with you would be much more fun in person. 'Cause then you could get the full House experience. The Olsen twins not included."
The sunlight into his office was filtered by snow falling. Light snow, flaky little individual snowflakes. The blinds were slats, opened to let sunlight in. He sat in silence for a moment. Listening to Wilson's breathing on the phone line, all the way in Maryland, which really wasn't that far away. Three or four hours drive, maybe. He could probably pull of a couple of awesome pranks. It merited thinking about.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 7, 2009 6:53:27 GMT -7
Wilson let out a small chuckle. "House, I hate to break this to you, but knocking up your boss isn't going to make me coming running back there. I like it here. I like it here a lot." Wilson doubted that anything would get him to come back to Princeton-Plainsboro anytime soon. That didn't mean, though, that he was never going to come up and visit them. He was thinking about doing just that in a few weeks.
"I'm glad to see that you and Cuddy are doing fine. You have Cuddy now. You don't need me anymore." There was only one person that Wilson really, really cared about but he wasn't going to ask about Angel outright, lest House think that the going away party had had an effect on him...which it had. "How's everyone else doing?"
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 7, 2009 10:48:17 GMT -7
House smirked at Wilson's not so subtle question about everyone else. "Wilson, you are not interested in Foreman's little tryst with Thirteen, which is very trysty and cute. Nor are you interested in how easily duped Kutner is. I wonder how far I could mess with him? I already got him to do my groceries and my laundry, how cool is that? Oh wait, you don't care. Just like you don't care about Taub's little bits of crazy with his wife or in the lab and those tiny little test tubes."
House paused, for effect, of course. "To the heart of the matter, then, my dear Wilson!" House smirked, "the lovely, bitchy Angel. I'm sorry to say, Wilson, that she has taken up with tomfoolery and riffraff. I saw her throwing dice in a dark alley, betting and drinking the evil drink." He stopped, shook his head, "no, wait, that was the Guys and Dolls play my tivo took instead of the L word last night. Speaking of last night, that was the last time I saw Angel, so, I wouldn't have a status report on her for you, so sorry, my captain."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 7, 2009 11:12:42 GMT -7
Wilson rolled his eyes and smiled to himself. He wasn't surprised that House had seen through his question. He was surprised that Angel wasn't at work yet. She had shown up to work after her night with Cuddy and House. What she did last night had been nothing compared to that night. Maybe she had had too much to drink and just didn't want to come to work or maybe...No use pondering all of the "maybe's."
"I'm sure she'll show up later today. And you'll call and give me the full report about how much she misses me and how I just need to come back because she just can't live without me," he said, jokingly.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 7, 2009 11:43:56 GMT -7
House paused, that hadn't occurred to him. Angel's department was a little ways away from his office, which could explain why he hadn't seen her. That she simply wasn't even here hadn't presented itself as an option. Angel never missed a day of work, not even when she was hung over. Frowning at this possibility, he told Wilson to hang on. Then he put him on hold.
Keying the second line, he paged Angel with an emergency in House's office. If she was in the hospital, she would arrive within minutes. If she wasn't, then she was in for some serious SNAFU with Cuddy. He waited. Then waited some more. Yup, Angel was probably standing knee deep in kaka... caca. Yes. House cursed his brain with its ability to hold mounds of near useless trivia.
He took Wilson off hold, "Wilson, you're right, she's not in. Someone's gonna be in trouble with Cuddy," he singsonged. "Even I don't skip work. I may be really late, but I never play hooky. Except for when I do, but Cuddy expects it of me."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 7, 2009 11:50:27 GMT -7
"She probably has a good reason for not being there," Wilson said, even though he didn't believe it. Angel hadn't even been working there a month yet. There was no way she would just not show up like that. He couldn't help but be worried. "You'll humor me and call when she shows up, right?" Wilson asked, concerned.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 7, 2009 12:23:44 GMT -7
House could hear the worry in Wilson's voice and shook his head. There was the old Wilson peeking out again, but it wasn't outright worry. House was sure Wilson wasn't slipping back into bad habits. In any event, far be it from him to let go of a chance to give Wilson reasons to come back for good.
"I'll do you one better, James," House replied, "I'll get the siren to call you." House wasn't going to get too worried about Angel. She was a grown woman, and a heart doctor besides. She could take care of herself.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 7, 2009 12:29:08 GMT -7
She hardly knew why she was here. Why she hadn't stopped the elevator. Why she was getting off at the fourth floor instead of the basement. Why she was half-jogging to House's office, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. Cuddy stopped outside his office, looking through the glass.
Slowly, she opened the door, her senses reeling. She moved to his desk, breath held. Cuddy didn't wait for him to look up at her, didn't wait for him to put whoever he was talking to on hold. Just let out a long breath and said it.
"Angel's been in an accident."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 7, 2009 12:47:40 GMT -7
"You don't have to have her take time out of her busy day to call me," he said. Okay, he didn't want Angel to know that he was concerned about her. He didn't want her---or House---to have any false hopes about him coming back because he was constantly thinking about the two of them.
Wilson heard another voice, indistinct and not that loud. He figured it was probably one of his ducklings giving him some bad news about a patient. Perfect timing, though, because Wilson's meeting with his patient was scheduled to start in five minutes. He had to get going.
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