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Pizzeria Aglio
Summary: Three short missing scenes for 8.06 (spoilers). Prompted by a comment by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xayeidemon over at deelaundry's and by my desire not to see House as a jerk and Wilson as an idiot. And by Wilson's choice of pizza provider, of course.
Rating: General.
Word Count: 200.
He tried to make sense of the column of numbers in front of him, but couldn't. He closed the budget spreadsheet, pushed the laptop aside and picked up Doctor Bear instead, as his memory unhelpfully replayed the recent conversation.
He was sure he hadn't sounded convincing while answering how he was supposed to, but Foreman had seemed weird too, his speech taken verbatim from some crappy soap opera. The only sentence that had ringed true was the opening gambit: "I'd like to go there, too."
He clutched the teddy when he finally got it.
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"I'm not promising anything: the parole officers still suspect he tried to tamper with his anklet."
"But you'll try."
Foreman smirked. "It would be more difficult to justify my going otherwise. Thank you."
He instinctively repressed the word blackmail and stared at the tickets one last time.
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Superstition had made him switch the cellphone to mute, but he'd brought his key. Regret and envy rose as he watched them laugh together and ceased abruptly at the first glimpse of the anklet.
He bit satisfied into his favorite pizza, too garlicky for House's fastidious nose. At least for an evening his friend could pretend to be free.
xayeidemon over at deelaundry's and by my desire not to see House as a jerk and Wilson as an idiot. And by Wilson's choice of pizza provider, of course. Rating: General.
Word Count: 200.
He tried to make sense of the column of numbers in front of him, but couldn't. He closed the budget spreadsheet, pushed the laptop aside and picked up Doctor Bear instead, as his memory unhelpfully replayed the recent conversation.
He was sure he hadn't sounded convincing while answering how he was supposed to, but Foreman had seemed weird too, his speech taken verbatim from some crappy soap opera. The only sentence that had ringed true was the opening gambit: "I'd like to go there, too."
He clutched the teddy when he finally got it.
______
"I'm not promising anything: the parole officers still suspect he tried to tamper with his anklet."
"But you'll try."
Foreman smirked. "It would be more difficult to justify my going otherwise. Thank you."
He instinctively repressed the word blackmail and stared at the tickets one last time.
______
Superstition had made him switch the cellphone to mute, but he'd brought his key. Regret and envy rose as he watched them laugh together and ceased abruptly at the first glimpse of the anklet.
He bit satisfied into his favorite pizza, too garlicky for House's fastidious nose. At least for an evening his friend could pretend to be free.
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And I think Doctor Bear should have a larger role.
Thank you so much!
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It would be nice if there was some deep reasoning on Wilson's behalf like this to explain why he didn't seem to mind that he got screwed over...At least he's going to stink House's apartment out with garlic :)
(At least we now have confirmation that HOuse does still have his apartment, but it seemed very unlived in looking to me - extremely neat, nothing on the coffee table etc. )
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So is this really the first image of House's apartment in S8? I was wondering. And it does look unlived indeed.
Of course the parole officer was watching the fight. Those judges may say whatever they want, but he's not going to trust an addict and a (racial derogatory term deleted).
Thank you for reading this and keeping me company in my dreams of a better show.
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LOL. Me too.
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But, sadly, canon just gave too much evidence that this is NOT what really went down.
But I WISH. Anyway, great story! ♥
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OT I haven't seen any art/fic of yours in a while now, maybe during the Thanksgiving weekend? Or something for the pornfest/sickwilsonfest? A
girlmature lady can dream...no subject
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I, too, wish this is what had gone down. It's the only way I can view that ending and not be massively pissed off.
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