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09 January 2010 @ 12:50 am
House Fiction: "A Dish Best Served Cold" (Wilson, House, Gen, PG)  
Title: A Dish Best Served Cold
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Wilson, House (Gen, Humor)
Rating: PG
Summary: At first, Wilson thought he was imagining it…
Author's Notes: Drabble meme entry (but not a drabble) for tsuki_no_bara, who wanted House and Wilson with "fiddle."

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At first Wilson thought he was imagining it. Then it snowed, and winter in New Jersey was always a bitch, so he dug out his wool sweaters and things were good again for about two days.

By lunchtime on Saturday, he found himself thinking about a second shower, just to warm up. "Does it seem cold in here to you?"

"Nope," House answered, stumbling over to his guitar.

Wilson listened to him pick out "Satisfaction"—in that Rolling Stones t-shirt, and House wore t-shirts even in January, so he was clearly the wrong person to ask.

Wilson checked the heating controls. "Sixty-two degrees!" he yelled. "Stop playing with the thermostat, House!"

"Lower temperatures keep you young."

Wilson turned the setting back up to sixty-eight. "There's no science behind cryogenics."

House paused mid-note. "So that's a No on getting you the 'Faithfully Frozen' package for your birthday?"

"Hah-hah." Wilson went into the kitchen to make soup.

When he woke up the next morning, his nose was numb and the bathroom floor was like ice. "House!" he barked, turning the heat back on. Then he got into the shower and plotted revenge.

That night, he plied House with beer and a succession of loud movies—Terminator 2, Lethal Weapon, Beverly Hills Cop. He took a bathroom break and snuck into House's room instead, throwing the covers off the bed and opening all the windows. He pushed the comforter as close to the bottom of the door as he could get it, and slipped out into the hallway.

"Bring popcorn!" House yelled from the living room, "Arnold's going down…"

Wilson rolled his eyes and put a bag of Ready-Pop into the microwave. He joined House a few minutes later and settled in to enjoy the rest of the show.

It was after midnight when Wilson got up to go to bed, brushing his teeth and putting on his pajamas to climb under the electric blanket. He drifted off, wondering how long it would take for House to discover his handiwork.

"Wilson!" The sound woke him from a dream involving skiing down the side of a city bus. He didn't answer, but House wasn't expecting it anyway.

Payback was a bitch.

Wilson could hear House shoving the windows down and rustling around in the next room. Then his door slammed open and shut, and suddenly House was in the bed, jostling his way under the covers and elbowing Wilson to move over.

"You think you won that round, but you're wrong," House said, pushing his icy feet up against Wilson's calves.

"Get off!" Wilson said, muscling his way in from the edge of the bed and stealing back his pillow.

House might be right, but crowding and blanket-hogging aside, some victories were just too sweet to resist.


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shaitanah: james deanshaitanah on January 9th, 2010 10:06 am (UTC)
Awww! That's so cute))) Their interaction is perfect)))
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on January 9th, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)
It's like an endless prank war, where Wilson is never the first one to throw the gauntlet down. ;)

Thanks for reading!
cindy: cartoon headtsuki_no_bara on January 9th, 2010 05:09 pm (UTC)
eeeheeheehee. living with house is such a trial for wilson. it's perfect, i love it.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on January 9th, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)
Poor Wilson-- always the good friend, even when House doesn't deserve it.

But it's when he pranks/snarks House BACK that I love him most. Because House always has it coming. ;)
Celtic_Forestceltic_forest on January 12th, 2010 11:23 am (UTC)
"But it's when he pranks/snarks House BACK that I love him most. Because House always has it coming."

I think that's when House loves him the most too. They're so cute in this :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on January 12th, 2010 06:30 pm (UTC)
I think that's when House loves him the most too.
Yes! "For that last year-and-a-half I've been running an experiment as a test of our friendship, starting with when I told you stubble looked good."

Glad you enjoyed this. :D
barefootpuddles: House - Bad  Boy Sunglassesbarefootpuddles on January 20th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
"You think you won that round, but you're wrong," House said, pushing his icy feet up against Wilson's calves.

LOL.

The best thing about this fic is it is really hard to know if House won with the icy feet (pure torture!) or if Wilson won (he got House in his bed!). :)

I think they both won.

Vwry cute.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Random Fandomhalfshellvenus on January 20th, 2010 11:53 pm (UTC)
It is open to a slash-friendly interpretation, isn't it?

One of the things that cracks me up about House is how often people "get him back" for doing something, without realizing that if you make House remotely miserable he will always find a way to inflict it on you.

Wilsom might have been thinking only as far as "Yay! See how much fun cold ISN'T?!?" without ever taking the next step of asking himself whether House would just grumble and suffer (no way), go out to the sofa (possibly), or find a way to attack Wilson right back with it (ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!)