Fic: The Sound of Music
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iliaTitle: The Sound of Music
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): House and Wilson
Prompt: Music
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
souleswanderer's prompt. I had an unholy amount of fun with this
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“Sooo,” House drawled as he slammed the front door, waking the couch’s occupant. “What’s on tonight’s agenda?”
The rudely awakened and absolutely exhausted man let out a sound that was more suited to the canine species.
“I love the sound of despair,” House smirked.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
Wilson rolled off his makeshift bed with uncoordinated movements. “I’ll call for delivery,” he muttered as he stumbled to the phone.
House settled himself into a lazy sprawl over what had served as Wilson’s bed.
Wilson glared when he found his space had been encroached upon.
“It’s movie night,” Wilson reminded him.
House made a face.
“Damn. I was hoping you would forget and we could make it porn night,” he insinuated sinful things with a leer.
Wilson ignored him and started fiddling with the television and DVD player.
“Waitaminute! Where’s the democracy? You can’t just choose what we’ll be wasting hours of our lives on willy-nilly,” House complained.
“Actually, I can. It’s my turn to choose.”
House took in Wilson’s crazed eyes and the sadistic smirk and felt a twinge of apprehension which he ruthlessly crushed.
How bad could it possibly be?
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Four hours of his life.
God, the torture.
Wilson had rewound each musical number at least thrice.
Repeated renditions of: “The Sound of Music”, “Edelweiss”, “My Favorite Things”, and the rest of the horrendously and heinously evil songs had sent him into a state of catatonia. He welcomed oblivion.
“Next week, Mary Poppins!”
Screw that.
Note to self: Kill Wilson.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Character(s): House and Wilson
Prompt: Music
Author’s Notes: For
souleswanderer's prompt. I had an unholy amount of fun with this---------
“Sooo,” House drawled as he slammed the front door, waking the couch’s occupant. “What’s on tonight’s agenda?”
The rudely awakened and absolutely exhausted man let out a sound that was more suited to the canine species.
“I love the sound of despair,” House smirked.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
Wilson rolled off his makeshift bed with uncoordinated movements. “I’ll call for delivery,” he muttered as he stumbled to the phone.
House settled himself into a lazy sprawl over what had served as Wilson’s bed.
Wilson glared when he found his space had been encroached upon.
“It’s movie night,” Wilson reminded him.
House made a face.
“Damn. I was hoping you would forget and we could make it porn night,” he insinuated sinful things with a leer.
Wilson ignored him and started fiddling with the television and DVD player.
“Waitaminute! Where’s the democracy? You can’t just choose what we’ll be wasting hours of our lives on willy-nilly,” House complained.
“Actually, I can. It’s my turn to choose.”
House took in Wilson’s crazed eyes and the sadistic smirk and felt a twinge of apprehension which he ruthlessly crushed.
How bad could it possibly be?
----------
Four hours of his life.
God, the torture.
Wilson had rewound each musical number at least thrice.
Repeated renditions of: “The Sound of Music”, “Edelweiss”, “My Favorite Things”, and the rest of the horrendously and heinously evil songs had sent him into a state of catatonia. He welcomed oblivion.
“Next week, Mary Poppins!”
Screw that.
Note to self: Kill Wilson.
