Okay, all. Here’s the requested continuation of “It’s About Time…” I’ll do my best to add regular chapters. Thanks for all the great reviews. And of course the disclaimer: I don’t own anything House except the desire to be a fly on the uithangbord in HouseLand.
It’s About Time…
Chapter Two
“So is this a good thing?”
“Yeah. I really think it is.”
Wilson walked through the front doors of the hospital. It was late morning, but nobody would commentaar on his arrival time. He had been in the emergency room until past midnight. And then just as he was settling in REM sleep Foreman had called him, concerned about House’s behavior. Foreman was upset enough to make Wilson’s Concern-o-Meter go straight to high and he had raced over to check on him. He was still amazed at what he had found. The only reason he was even in the hospital now was that he had a 10 am appointment with a patient. As soon as it was over he was heading back home. He knew he didn’t need to worry about getting flak from his boss either. He now had some serious blackmail material on her. He was approaching the front reception area when Foreman stepped out of the elevator.
“I told them it was about damn time,” Wilson zei into his cell phone as he nodded to Foreman. Sam laughed on the other end. Wilson wasn’t very good at keeping secrets between close friends, but no one outside of his close cirkel would find out the big secret from him.
“I’m thrilled for them,” zei Sam, sincerely. “From what you’ve told me they’ve been circling each other for years.”
Foreman walked up to Wilson but stood a discreet distance away from him so Wilson could finish his phone call. He was clearly anxious to hear if House was okay….or if he was even alive.
“That’s an understatement,” Wilson laughed. “Okay, gotta go. I’ll see u after lunch.”
He paused as he listened to Sam’s response. Smiling and slightly blushing he zei goodbye.
“Did u find House?” Foreman asked. He still wore the scrubs he had put on for working in the ER. He looked beat. Obviously, he had not gone home pagina yet.
Wilson ducked his head. “Yeah,” he zei quietly.
“Is he alive?” Foreman was actually concerned. “I mean. I’d never seen him like that before. He was at the bottom.”
“Yeah,” Wilson responded. “He was. I found him at his apartment this morning. He was in bed.” He paused. “There was a bottle of vicodin but it was still full so I don’t know.” Wilson knew full well, but he knew he had to throw Foreman off the scent. House had trained Foreman well. If anyone could pick up the smell it would be him. Wilson’s cell phone began to ring. He looked down at the caller ID and nearly choked. Acting cool he continued, “I left him there. He’ll be okay.” Foreman shook his head and began to speak. “Hang on let me get this,” he said, stepping away.
“Did u miss me?” House cooed into Wilson’s ear from the phone.
“What are u doing?” Wilson hissed.
“Just checking to make sure ‘Operation:They Didn’t Hit That’ is still a go,” House replied. “Foreman is not on a need to know basis.” Wilson looked around the lobby. Once again his theory that House had hidden cameras all over the hospital deepened.
Wilson looked over at Foreman. He tried to mask any emotion but obviously failed.
“Is that House?” Foreman asked. “Is he okay?”
“Yes, he’s fine,” Wilson quickly responded.
“Oh, is Foreman worried about me? How flattering?” House said.
“House, shouldn’t u ….be in bed?” Wilson asked. “You had a rough night.” Foreman continued to look on.
“I’m just making sure the beans are not being spilt.”
Just then the nurse at the front bureau held out the hospital phone to Wilson. “Dr. Wilson?” she said. “There’s a call for u on line 2. They say it’s an emergency.”
Wilson stepped over and took the phone receiver from the nurse. Keeping his cell phone to his left ear he put the other phone up to his right ear. “Hello, this is Dr. Wilson,” he zei hesitantly.
“Don’t say anything! Be careful. Foreman’s sneaky.” Wilson blinked at the sound of his boss’ voice. He could hear Cuddy telling House she had him on the other line. House laughed good and loud.
“Hello?” Wilson zei again to both phones. He looked over at Foreman, whose own confusion was apparent. Wilson had to recover. If his vrienden wanted to gang up on him he was all for it as long as they were prepared to endure the payback.
“House,” Wilson zei firmly. “You need to get back to bed. Foreman has everything covered here. I’ve got a patient, so if u need anything I’ll send Foreman of Chase of Taub over.” He paused for effect. “Understood?”
“As for u ma’am,” Wilson zei sweetly into the hospital phone, “I don’t really think symptoms from a STD present themselves so soon after an encounter. If u are that concerned, u should have a doctor thoroughly exam the affected areas.” Wilson’s left ear was blasted door a loud “HOORAY!” from his cell phone. “Goodbye.” He hung up the hospital phone and his cell phone in one snel, swift motion.
“You should go home, Foreman,” Wilson zei sincerely. “Trust me, House will be okay.”
Stay tuned for Chapter three. Who will figure out House and Cuddy are together first? Thanks to all for reading. Loving those reviews…..
It’s About Time…
Chapter Two
“So is this a good thing?”
“Yeah. I really think it is.”
Wilson walked through the front doors of the hospital. It was late morning, but nobody would commentaar on his arrival time. He had been in the emergency room until past midnight. And then just as he was settling in REM sleep Foreman had called him, concerned about House’s behavior. Foreman was upset enough to make Wilson’s Concern-o-Meter go straight to high and he had raced over to check on him. He was still amazed at what he had found. The only reason he was even in the hospital now was that he had a 10 am appointment with a patient. As soon as it was over he was heading back home. He knew he didn’t need to worry about getting flak from his boss either. He now had some serious blackmail material on her. He was approaching the front reception area when Foreman stepped out of the elevator.
“I told them it was about damn time,” Wilson zei into his cell phone as he nodded to Foreman. Sam laughed on the other end. Wilson wasn’t very good at keeping secrets between close friends, but no one outside of his close cirkel would find out the big secret from him.
“I’m thrilled for them,” zei Sam, sincerely. “From what you’ve told me they’ve been circling each other for years.”
Foreman walked up to Wilson but stood a discreet distance away from him so Wilson could finish his phone call. He was clearly anxious to hear if House was okay….or if he was even alive.
“That’s an understatement,” Wilson laughed. “Okay, gotta go. I’ll see u after lunch.”
He paused as he listened to Sam’s response. Smiling and slightly blushing he zei goodbye.
“Did u find House?” Foreman asked. He still wore the scrubs he had put on for working in the ER. He looked beat. Obviously, he had not gone home pagina yet.
Wilson ducked his head. “Yeah,” he zei quietly.
“Is he alive?” Foreman was actually concerned. “I mean. I’d never seen him like that before. He was at the bottom.”
“Yeah,” Wilson responded. “He was. I found him at his apartment this morning. He was in bed.” He paused. “There was a bottle of vicodin but it was still full so I don’t know.” Wilson knew full well, but he knew he had to throw Foreman off the scent. House had trained Foreman well. If anyone could pick up the smell it would be him. Wilson’s cell phone began to ring. He looked down at the caller ID and nearly choked. Acting cool he continued, “I left him there. He’ll be okay.” Foreman shook his head and began to speak. “Hang on let me get this,” he said, stepping away.
“Did u miss me?” House cooed into Wilson’s ear from the phone.
“What are u doing?” Wilson hissed.
“Just checking to make sure ‘Operation:They Didn’t Hit That’ is still a go,” House replied. “Foreman is not on a need to know basis.” Wilson looked around the lobby. Once again his theory that House had hidden cameras all over the hospital deepened.
Wilson looked over at Foreman. He tried to mask any emotion but obviously failed.
“Is that House?” Foreman asked. “Is he okay?”
“Yes, he’s fine,” Wilson quickly responded.
“Oh, is Foreman worried about me? How flattering?” House said.
“House, shouldn’t u ….be in bed?” Wilson asked. “You had a rough night.” Foreman continued to look on.
“I’m just making sure the beans are not being spilt.”
Just then the nurse at the front bureau held out the hospital phone to Wilson. “Dr. Wilson?” she said. “There’s a call for u on line 2. They say it’s an emergency.”
Wilson stepped over and took the phone receiver from the nurse. Keeping his cell phone to his left ear he put the other phone up to his right ear. “Hello, this is Dr. Wilson,” he zei hesitantly.
“Don’t say anything! Be careful. Foreman’s sneaky.” Wilson blinked at the sound of his boss’ voice. He could hear Cuddy telling House she had him on the other line. House laughed good and loud.
“Hello?” Wilson zei again to both phones. He looked over at Foreman, whose own confusion was apparent. Wilson had to recover. If his vrienden wanted to gang up on him he was all for it as long as they were prepared to endure the payback.
“House,” Wilson zei firmly. “You need to get back to bed. Foreman has everything covered here. I’ve got a patient, so if u need anything I’ll send Foreman of Chase of Taub over.” He paused for effect. “Understood?”
“As for u ma’am,” Wilson zei sweetly into the hospital phone, “I don’t really think symptoms from a STD present themselves so soon after an encounter. If u are that concerned, u should have a doctor thoroughly exam the affected areas.” Wilson’s left ear was blasted door a loud “HOORAY!” from his cell phone. “Goodbye.” He hung up the hospital phone and his cell phone in one snel, swift motion.
“You should go home, Foreman,” Wilson zei sincerely. “Trust me, House will be okay.”
Stay tuned for Chapter three. Who will figure out House and Cuddy are together first? Thanks to all for reading. Loving those reviews…..
