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instant karma's gonna get you (7 of 7)
Title: instant karma's gonna get you (part 7 of 7)
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phinnia
Pairing: House/Thirteen; Wilson/Volakis (ctb); House/Wilson friendship
Spoilers: 4-12 "Don't Ever Change."
Rating: PG, again.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Still broke. Don't sue.
Notes: The end. In which James Wilson never fought Godzilla, and there is beer, and two different conversations at two different ends of a day.
He'd been expecting Wilson to accost him at some point during the day, but he wasn't quite prepared for it being so soon. He hadn't even set foot in the building before Jimmy was dogging his heels. Hell, he hadn't even gotten off the bike.
"Well?"
House quirked an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "Were you waiting for me?"
"I don't suppose you'll believe that I was out here getting some fresh air?"
"The only way the air out here is fresh is if you live on tar and nicotine, which you don't, being an oncologist. and not something that ever challenged Godzilla." House rolled his eyes. "You just want to know if your little scheme worked. If I'll have more options on the breakfast board of life so you won't feel guilty spending evenings with Little Miss Stalin."
"Because god forbid I should be happy for you." Wilson sighed. "So ... no?"
"No what?"
"She just dropped you off, no goodnight kiss, no ..." Wilson waved his hand lazily in the air, letting the sentence trail off. "You know."
Just then, Thirteen walked past them on the way from her own parking space several rows down. She nodded to Wilson and stood on her toes in the snow to give House a warm, friendly kiss. He returned it, running his hand down her back to pat her ass in the process.
She stepped back and smiled. "I'll see you inside?"
House nodded, and the corner of his mouth quirked a little as he watched her walk away. There was a snowy gloveprint at the bottom of her long jacket, which she reached around to brush off (directing a rather pointed look at House in the process) before she walked into the building.
Wilson spluttered. "I thought you said-"
"I said nothing." House smirked.
"Breakfast board of life? Little Miss Stalin?"
"Well, was that the reason you wanted to know?"
"Well ... okay, that was part of it."
"Aha! You admit she's evil."
"Amber- oh no. I am not letting you change the subject. And seriously - I am happy for you." A pause.. "So, did you ..."
"What, knock army boots with Stalin? Isn't that a little narcissistic? She is me, after all."
"No!" But Wilson was laughing, his hands in his pockets. "Thirteen."
"I don't kiss and tell." House grinned and started toward the building.
"Which means you did ..." Wilson matched his stride and they walked inside together.
"Thirteen! Wait up."
Thirteen slowed on her trip through the lobby, reluctantly allowing Cameron to catch up to her. It was five o'clock: the day had been long and tiring, and she really wanted to just get home and change.
"Hey." Cameron smiled, laying a hand on her forearm. "Listen ... I'm really sorry about the way I acted yesterday ... Chase and I have been having a few ... problems, we had a huge fight yesterday morning, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm really sorry about that."
She shrugged and allowed a small smile. "It's okay."
"And listen - if you need to talk or something ... you know - about House ..."
"What about me?" House (who had the ability to not only separate his name from the common noun, but also to home in on any conversation that even might be about himself from half the hospital away) came up behind them and paused, his bright blue gaze taking in the two women.
"Nothing." Cameron replied, a little too quickly, and winced. He'd never buy that.
Surprisingly enough he let it go and turned to Thirteen. "We still on for tonight?"
She nodded. "I'll pick up the beer and the movie. You buy the chinese food. And my name's not Wilson, so pay up."
"Damnit, she's on to me."
"No, I'm standing here." Thirteen raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll remind you what 'on you' looks like later."
He grinned and walked out the door, radiating satisfaction.
Cameron's jaw dropped.
Thirteen turned the raised eyebrow on her.
"I - I'm fine with it, really ..."
"I'm glad to hear that." Thirteen replied dryly. "Your endorsement means so much. Anything else? The place that sells decent beer closes at six."
"No, no. Go ahead."
Thirteen swept through the door and out into the snow.
Cameron wrapped her scarf around her neck and searched for mittens in her pockets. She was about to leave when she felt something soft brush her cheek. She turned around to see Chase standing behind her, holding a longstemmed rose.
"Hey." he murmured.
"Hey."
"Sorry I've been-"
"I'm sorry too." Cameron sighed, burying her nose in the soft petals for a moment before giving him a kiss.
They started walking out to the car.
"Was that Thirteen you were talking to?"
"Yeah." Cameron chuckled. "She was off to House's place."
"So that rumor about them in the parking lot this morning was true then." Chase sounded amused. "Date must have gone well."
"Yeah." Cameron nodded, opening up the car door. "I ... can kind of understand what they see in each other."
Author:
phinniaPairing: House/Thirteen; Wilson/Volakis (ctb); House/Wilson friendship
Spoilers: 4-12 "Don't Ever Change."
Rating: PG, again.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Still broke. Don't sue.
Notes: The end. In which James Wilson never fought Godzilla, and there is beer, and two different conversations at two different ends of a day.
He'd been expecting Wilson to accost him at some point during the day, but he wasn't quite prepared for it being so soon. He hadn't even set foot in the building before Jimmy was dogging his heels. Hell, he hadn't even gotten off the bike.
"Well?"
House quirked an eyebrow at him suspiciously. "Were you waiting for me?"
"I don't suppose you'll believe that I was out here getting some fresh air?"
"The only way the air out here is fresh is if you live on tar and nicotine, which you don't, being an oncologist. and not something that ever challenged Godzilla." House rolled his eyes. "You just want to know if your little scheme worked. If I'll have more options on the breakfast board of life so you won't feel guilty spending evenings with Little Miss Stalin."
"Because god forbid I should be happy for you." Wilson sighed. "So ... no?"
"No what?"
"She just dropped you off, no goodnight kiss, no ..." Wilson waved his hand lazily in the air, letting the sentence trail off. "You know."
Just then, Thirteen walked past them on the way from her own parking space several rows down. She nodded to Wilson and stood on her toes in the snow to give House a warm, friendly kiss. He returned it, running his hand down her back to pat her ass in the process.
She stepped back and smiled. "I'll see you inside?"
House nodded, and the corner of his mouth quirked a little as he watched her walk away. There was a snowy gloveprint at the bottom of her long jacket, which she reached around to brush off (directing a rather pointed look at House in the process) before she walked into the building.
Wilson spluttered. "I thought you said-"
"I said nothing." House smirked.
"Breakfast board of life? Little Miss Stalin?"
"Well, was that the reason you wanted to know?"
"Well ... okay, that was part of it."
"Aha! You admit she's evil."
"Amber- oh no. I am not letting you change the subject. And seriously - I am happy for you." A pause.. "So, did you ..."
"What, knock army boots with Stalin? Isn't that a little narcissistic? She is me, after all."
"No!" But Wilson was laughing, his hands in his pockets. "Thirteen."
"I don't kiss and tell." House grinned and started toward the building.
"Which means you did ..." Wilson matched his stride and they walked inside together.
"Thirteen! Wait up."
Thirteen slowed on her trip through the lobby, reluctantly allowing Cameron to catch up to her. It was five o'clock: the day had been long and tiring, and she really wanted to just get home and change.
"Hey." Cameron smiled, laying a hand on her forearm. "Listen ... I'm really sorry about the way I acted yesterday ... Chase and I have been having a few ... problems, we had a huge fight yesterday morning, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm really sorry about that."
She shrugged and allowed a small smile. "It's okay."
"And listen - if you need to talk or something ... you know - about House ..."
"What about me?" House (who had the ability to not only separate his name from the common noun, but also to home in on any conversation that even might be about himself from half the hospital away) came up behind them and paused, his bright blue gaze taking in the two women.
"Nothing." Cameron replied, a little too quickly, and winced. He'd never buy that.
Surprisingly enough he let it go and turned to Thirteen. "We still on for tonight?"
She nodded. "I'll pick up the beer and the movie. You buy the chinese food. And my name's not Wilson, so pay up."
"Damnit, she's on to me."
"No, I'm standing here." Thirteen raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll remind you what 'on you' looks like later."
He grinned and walked out the door, radiating satisfaction.
Cameron's jaw dropped.
Thirteen turned the raised eyebrow on her.
"I - I'm fine with it, really ..."
"I'm glad to hear that." Thirteen replied dryly. "Your endorsement means so much. Anything else? The place that sells decent beer closes at six."
"No, no. Go ahead."
Thirteen swept through the door and out into the snow.
Cameron wrapped her scarf around her neck and searched for mittens in her pockets. She was about to leave when she felt something soft brush her cheek. She turned around to see Chase standing behind her, holding a longstemmed rose.
"Hey." he murmured.
"Hey."
"Sorry I've been-"
"I'm sorry too." Cameron sighed, burying her nose in the soft petals for a moment before giving him a kiss.
They started walking out to the car.
"Was that Thirteen you were talking to?"
"Yeah." Cameron chuckled. "She was off to House's place."
"So that rumor about them in the parking lot this morning was true then." Chase sounded amused. "Date must have gone well."
"Yeah." Cameron nodded, opening up the car door. "I ... can kind of understand what they see in each other."
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