Happy Birthday, You Awesome Thing You

[deelaundry]

The quickest of quick fic-like things for daasgrrl, who I love for the additional reason that she likes me.

"What the hell, House?" Wilson shouted, his lab coat flapping like a flappy thing:  like birds' wings, like a ridiculously long toga, like a flag, like Superman's cape -- or Dracula's.  "What the hell!  This is the most ridiculous situation you've ever dragged me into!  I have half a mind to leave this second and abandon you to this, this, this nonsense!"

His mouth twitching with suppressed emotion and his eyes alight, House leaned in closer.  "But I'm here."

"So?"  Wilson's petulance was a thing to behold, so behold it House did.

"So, you won't go.  You'll stay, and bitch, and badger, and try to cajole, and secretly be loving it the whole time.  Because I'm here."

Wilson took two steps away, scuffed the ground beneath his loafers, and made a beeline back, trotting after House.  "You should have got those damn highlights!"

House smiled.

Comments

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Hee! "Flapping like a flappy thing." I love similes like that. My creative writing teacher in high school used to make them, and they always made me laugh (e.g. "runs like a thing that runs really fast"). Now yours do too. :)

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Hee, thanks.