Broken Sonar (PG)
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Title: Broken Sonar
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: House-Wilson friendship
Rating: PG
Words: 1175
Summary: Even strangers see it.
Notes: Another TWoP quick ficlet. Inspired by the recent RSL interview. For fitzgig, who prompted “H/W and music, somewhere, somehow.”
House was halfway through Haydn’s Sonata 51 when the front door opened and Wilson walked in.
“You’re late,” House declared, his fingers on the piano never pausing.
“Meeting ran late,” Wilson replied, and threw his suit jacket over the couch rather than putting it in the closet. He’d also left his briefcase in the car – not spending the night on House’s couch, then.
“And afterwards,” he continued, yanking his tie off, “one of the board members asked me the strangest thing. Remember how Cuddy said we needed a ‘fresh view’ for the board, someone outside the medical field?”
“Mm hm,” House replied. He was listening, really he was, but the fingering in this section was joyfully intricate.
Wilson’s hands were on his hips – House wasn’t looking at him, but it came through in his voice. “So now we have this guy Ausiello; I don’t even know what his field is. Fitzgig would have been a much better choice, but Cuddy didn’t ask me. Anyway, after the meeting, Ausiello comes up to me and says, ‘So how long have you and Dr. House been dating?’ I mean, what?”
House tried to keep his smile confined to the very front of his face, where Wilson couldn’t see it, and continued playing. “So what did you say?”
“What do you think I said? I was astonished – why would he think that? But, you know, he’s a board member, so I can’t go off on him, so I say, ‘Dr. House and I are friends.’” Wilson’s voice was traveling back and forth; he was pacing, and probably running his hands through his hair.
“And he says, ‘Some people have noticed sexual tension there, and everyone says you’re like a couple.’ Sexual tension? A couple! I mean, come on, the nerve. Who would think that? What would make anyone think that?”
House replied, “What indeed,” and slowly, subtly began transitioning from Haydn into a more contemporary piece of music.
“We’re just regular guy friends. All we ever do is regular guy things.”
“Yep,” House said, over the light opening strains of the new song. “What are you making me for dinner?”
“I was thinking of chicken saltimbocca.” Wilson crossed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “You didn’t eat the rest of the prosciutto, did you?”
“Nope. Grab me a beer.”
Wilson pulled out the ingredients for dinner, and then opened two beers. He brought House’s over, pausing to grab a coaster before putting it down on the piano. “What is that song you’re playing?”
“Surprised you don’t recognize it. It’ll come to you at some point.” House looked up into Wilson’s eyes for a long beat, then nodded in thanks for the beer.
Wilson went back to the kitchen and the dinner-making sounds blended nicely with the rest of the song. When it was over, House was a little surprised Wilson hadn’t caught on, but shrugged and made his way to the couch. He had a Blackadder episode to watch – the one where Melchett falls for “Georgina.” That guy who played Melchett was a great actor, very funny.
About fifteen minutes later he called out, “Hey, Wilson, I’ve got a line on some opera tickets for us for next weekend. You’re not having dinner with Stacy that Saturday, are you? Before I go and shell out the big bucks…”
Wilson’s head popped around the door frame. “I said I was sorry for that about a million times. And no, I don’t have plans for that Saturday. Get the tickets; it’ll be a good break. Dress up, go out – are you going to shave?”
“Maybe.” House once again kept his smile in abeyance until Wilson turned back to the cooking.
The Blackadder episode was just ending as Wilson handed House his plate and settled on the couch.
“I recorded Grey’s Anatomy for you,” House said as he scrolled through the TiVo list. He found the episode and hit play before turning to his meal.
“Thanks,” Wilson replied and ate carefully, his eyes glued to the screen.
They ate companionably for a few minutes, with Wilson watching the show and House discreetly watching Wilson.
“That Izzie,” Wilson said offhandedly, and House took it as his cue to jump in.
“You know you’re really looking at McDreamy.”
“What?” Wilson fumbled his fork but managed to catch it before it fell on the couch.
“That’s what that new board member would say, anyway.” House shoveled another forkful of the chicken – which was very good – into his mouth.
“Oh, Ausiello. I don’t know what drugs that guy’s on. To totally misinterpret something like that – doesn’t show good judgment.”
“Uh huh.” House was going to strain something if he kept having to hold his amusement in like this. Fortunately, Wilson had firmly planted himself in oblivious mode.
House let him watch a few more minutes of his show before commenting, “I think the movie Grease might be on tonight.”
The quizzical look on Wilson’s face was once again funny. “Grease? What made you think of that?” Wilson’s eyebrows went down, and then the right one went back up again. “Wait a minute. That song you were playing before, that was from Grease. Um… Hopelessly Devoted to You, that’s the name of it.”
House nodded and ate a bite of vegetables.
“Why would you play that?” Truly clueless. Wilson in oblivious mode was a wonder to behold.
“No reason,” House responded. He paused just a fraction, to give the impression that he hadn’t been planning his next words ever since Wilson had relayed the conversation with Ausiello. “Say, Halloween’s around the corner. I could go as Danny from Grease, that’d be fun.”
Wilson shrugged and looked back toward the TV, but House wasn’t done. “I’ll make the kids be the T-Birds, and Cuddy of course has to be Rizzo.”
Taking a drink of his beer, Wilson nodded but didn’t look over.
“And you’ll be Sandy.”
Wilson avoided a spit-take, but it was a close thing. When he was done coughing, he turned toward House, who cut him off. “Now I know what you’re thinking, that Chase is the one who’s blond and Australian.”
“Actually, I was thinking that Cameron would make a good Sandy. Very decent, caring, and helpful.”
House shrugged with one shoulder. “OK, pre-transformation Sandy maybe. But I’m not sure she can pull off the smoking-leather-stiletto-slut thing.”
“She did have the drugged-up one-night stand with Chase.” Wilson looked briefly at House and then picked up his beer and turned back to the TV. He nodded, as if he considered the matter closed. “I’ll be Kenickie. Backing up Danny, messing around with Rizzo, a good gig. You know, a hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card…”
House quit listening and sank back into the couch, contemplating the ceiling. Post-transformation Sandy was the real Sandy – Danny hadn’t had to wear that stupid letterman’s sweater for long, had he? And there was only one person House was going to fly off into the closing credits with. He snuck another look at Wilson and began to laugh.
house_wilson and houseficTitle: Broken Sonar
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: House-Wilson friendship
Rating: PG
Words: 1175
Summary: Even strangers see it.
Notes: Another TWoP quick ficlet. Inspired by the recent RSL interview. For fitzgig, who prompted “H/W and music, somewhere, somehow.”
House was halfway through Haydn’s Sonata 51 when the front door opened and Wilson walked in.
“You’re late,” House declared, his fingers on the piano never pausing.
“Meeting ran late,” Wilson replied, and threw his suit jacket over the couch rather than putting it in the closet. He’d also left his briefcase in the car – not spending the night on House’s couch, then.
“And afterwards,” he continued, yanking his tie off, “one of the board members asked me the strangest thing. Remember how Cuddy said we needed a ‘fresh view’ for the board, someone outside the medical field?”
“Mm hm,” House replied. He was listening, really he was, but the fingering in this section was joyfully intricate.
Wilson’s hands were on his hips – House wasn’t looking at him, but it came through in his voice. “So now we have this guy Ausiello; I don’t even know what his field is. Fitzgig would have been a much better choice, but Cuddy didn’t ask me. Anyway, after the meeting, Ausiello comes up to me and says, ‘So how long have you and Dr. House been dating?’ I mean, what?”
House tried to keep his smile confined to the very front of his face, where Wilson couldn’t see it, and continued playing. “So what did you say?”
“What do you think I said? I was astonished – why would he think that? But, you know, he’s a board member, so I can’t go off on him, so I say, ‘Dr. House and I are friends.’” Wilson’s voice was traveling back and forth; he was pacing, and probably running his hands through his hair.
“And he says, ‘Some people have noticed sexual tension there, and everyone says you’re like a couple.’ Sexual tension? A couple! I mean, come on, the nerve. Who would think that? What would make anyone think that?”
House replied, “What indeed,” and slowly, subtly began transitioning from Haydn into a more contemporary piece of music.
“We’re just regular guy friends. All we ever do is regular guy things.”
“Yep,” House said, over the light opening strains of the new song. “What are you making me for dinner?”
“I was thinking of chicken saltimbocca.” Wilson crossed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “You didn’t eat the rest of the prosciutto, did you?”
“Nope. Grab me a beer.”
Wilson pulled out the ingredients for dinner, and then opened two beers. He brought House’s over, pausing to grab a coaster before putting it down on the piano. “What is that song you’re playing?”
“Surprised you don’t recognize it. It’ll come to you at some point.” House looked up into Wilson’s eyes for a long beat, then nodded in thanks for the beer.
Wilson went back to the kitchen and the dinner-making sounds blended nicely with the rest of the song. When it was over, House was a little surprised Wilson hadn’t caught on, but shrugged and made his way to the couch. He had a Blackadder episode to watch – the one where Melchett falls for “Georgina.” That guy who played Melchett was a great actor, very funny.
About fifteen minutes later he called out, “Hey, Wilson, I’ve got a line on some opera tickets for us for next weekend. You’re not having dinner with Stacy that Saturday, are you? Before I go and shell out the big bucks…”
Wilson’s head popped around the door frame. “I said I was sorry for that about a million times. And no, I don’t have plans for that Saturday. Get the tickets; it’ll be a good break. Dress up, go out – are you going to shave?”
“Maybe.” House once again kept his smile in abeyance until Wilson turned back to the cooking.
The Blackadder episode was just ending as Wilson handed House his plate and settled on the couch.
“I recorded Grey’s Anatomy for you,” House said as he scrolled through the TiVo list. He found the episode and hit play before turning to his meal.
“Thanks,” Wilson replied and ate carefully, his eyes glued to the screen.
They ate companionably for a few minutes, with Wilson watching the show and House discreetly watching Wilson.
“That Izzie,” Wilson said offhandedly, and House took it as his cue to jump in.
“You know you’re really looking at McDreamy.”
“What?” Wilson fumbled his fork but managed to catch it before it fell on the couch.
“That’s what that new board member would say, anyway.” House shoveled another forkful of the chicken – which was very good – into his mouth.
“Oh, Ausiello. I don’t know what drugs that guy’s on. To totally misinterpret something like that – doesn’t show good judgment.”
“Uh huh.” House was going to strain something if he kept having to hold his amusement in like this. Fortunately, Wilson had firmly planted himself in oblivious mode.
House let him watch a few more minutes of his show before commenting, “I think the movie Grease might be on tonight.”
The quizzical look on Wilson’s face was once again funny. “Grease? What made you think of that?” Wilson’s eyebrows went down, and then the right one went back up again. “Wait a minute. That song you were playing before, that was from Grease. Um… Hopelessly Devoted to You, that’s the name of it.”
House nodded and ate a bite of vegetables.
“Why would you play that?” Truly clueless. Wilson in oblivious mode was a wonder to behold.
“No reason,” House responded. He paused just a fraction, to give the impression that he hadn’t been planning his next words ever since Wilson had relayed the conversation with Ausiello. “Say, Halloween’s around the corner. I could go as Danny from Grease, that’d be fun.”
Wilson shrugged and looked back toward the TV, but House wasn’t done. “I’ll make the kids be the T-Birds, and Cuddy of course has to be Rizzo.”
Taking a drink of his beer, Wilson nodded but didn’t look over.
“And you’ll be Sandy.”
Wilson avoided a spit-take, but it was a close thing. When he was done coughing, he turned toward House, who cut him off. “Now I know what you’re thinking, that Chase is the one who’s blond and Australian.”
“Actually, I was thinking that Cameron would make a good Sandy. Very decent, caring, and helpful.”
House shrugged with one shoulder. “OK, pre-transformation Sandy maybe. But I’m not sure she can pull off the smoking-leather-stiletto-slut thing.”
“She did have the drugged-up one-night stand with Chase.” Wilson looked briefly at House and then picked up his beer and turned back to the TV. He nodded, as if he considered the matter closed. “I’ll be Kenickie. Backing up Danny, messing around with Rizzo, a good gig. You know, a hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card…”
House quit listening and sank back into the couch, contemplating the ceiling. Post-transformation Sandy was the real Sandy – Danny hadn’t had to wear that stupid letterman’s sweater for long, had he? And there was only one person House was going to fly off into the closing credits with. He snuck another look at Wilson and began to laugh.
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:12 pm (UTC)The Blackadder mention was genius.
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:28 pm (UTC)The Grease references!
My only nitpick is M-E-L-C-H-E-T-T. No I. :D
That said, am adding to memories as we speak.
So much love for these kinds of fics. Because I like it when House compares his life to another book/movie/TV show I like.
Eeee.
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Date: 2006-10-27 07:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 06:36 pm (UTC)“Yep,” House said, over the light opening strains of the new song. “What are you making me for dinner?”
Oh man, that was the best thing ever, those lines made me fall over laughing. Wilson, your obliviousness is adorable. ♥
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Date: 2006-10-27 07:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 06:44 pm (UTC)“We’re just regular guy friends. All we ever do is regular guy things.”
“Yep,” House said, over the light opening strains of the new song. “What are you making me for dinner?”
“I was thinking of chicken saltimbocca.” Wilson crossed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “You didn’t eat the rest of the prosciutto, did you?”
*might never recover from the awesomeness of that*
A++++++++++
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Date: 2006-10-27 08:12 pm (UTC)Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else for me to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
Since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
Hopelessly devoted to you (3x)
My head is saying "fool, forget him",
my heart is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you (3x)
Thanks!
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From:(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 06:49 pm (UTC)*Die from all the adorableness of this fic*
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Date: 2006-10-27 07:01 pm (UTC)Were I the sort who was capable and likely to have children, I would clearly be offering you my first-born. This is positively the most House-And-Wilson-like thing ever. It's perfect. The timing is perfect, the dialogue is perfect, the tone is perfect, it is funny and it has made me smile so much my head hurts.
I respectfully request your permission to have this fic's hand in marriage.
Sincerely yours,
The Ninth
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Date: 2006-10-27 08:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 07:05 pm (UTC)This fic is PURE love xD
“We’re just regular guy friends. All we ever do is regular guy things.”
“Yep,” House said, over the light opening strains of the new song. “What are you making me for dinner?”
xDDDDDDDDD You own my soul.
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Date: 2006-10-27 07:16 pm (UTC)RSLWilson... isn't.(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 08:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 08:16 pm (UTC)I loved it, too cute and funny ♥
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Date: 2006-10-27 08:43 pm (UTC)And just... Brilliant.
*goes off to bake*
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 08:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 08:55 pm (UTC)Loved the Blackadder reference. The Georgina episode is one of my favourites - and House's silent compliment to Fry was a nice touch.
Speaking of which, I must away to watch QI!
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 09:26 pm (UTC)*swoons*
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 09:30 pm (UTC)Oh, that OWNED. I can't possibly form a more coherent comment.
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 09:40 pm (UTC)Going to the Opera! Prosciutto! Grease!
Brillian!
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 10:46 pm (UTC)I missed the interview (must go and find it once done with my monster of a story) but damn, don't need to read it. Just have to read your story. :-) Sweet, and they are *so* married:
“We’re just regular guy friends. All we ever do is regular guy things.”
“Yep,” House said, over the light opening strains of the new song. “What are you making me for dinner?”
“I was thinking of chicken saltimbocca.” Wilson crossed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “You didn’t eat the rest of the prosciutto, did you?”
“Nope. Grab me a beer.”
Simply adorable--I'm grinning ear-to-ear.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 04:54 am (UTC)Or as axmxz says, RSL's just a sneaky mofo.
Anyway, thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 04:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 11:00 pm (UTC)And I love that you mentioned Blackadder and the George-in-drag episode no less! ;)
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Date: 2006-10-28 07:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-27 11:49 pm (UTC)Love it, absolutely adorable *G*
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Date: 2006-10-28 07:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-28 12:16 am (UTC)Just to digress slightly... this Ausiello guy is a screaming bender, isn't he? Because otherwise my sonar is definitely broken.
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Date: 2006-10-28 07:42 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:06 am (UTC)Are you going to do a flip side? Where someone asks House and Wilson is the one who's being smug while House is a doofus? Cuz that woudl be lovely.
Also--Wilson as Kenicke? Pfffft. He's totally Danny ... House would be Kenicke. ^_~ Loved it, dear. 'twas lovely.
~Djinn
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:04 am (UTC)There was much angsting over RSL denying the H/W subtext...and this fic was born.
But then we re-evaluated and now the thought is that RSL was talking about sexual tension between HL and himself.
I agree with you that House is more like Kenickie. But if Wilson was Danny (the way his voice cracks when he sees Sandy for the first time, hee), then he would've kept the letterman sweater at the end. Of course, he'd still want Sandy to keep the skintight pants.
But really I do think Wilson is Sandy. Sweetness and convention on the outside, with a lipsticked slut inside.
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