|perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics,|
@ 2008-01-31 20:16:00
|Entry tags:||house md, house/wilson, humor, parody, rated pg, slash|
A Fic Ficlet (3/3)
Title: A Fic Ficlet
Summary: House stumbles upon Wilson's fics and journal.
House walked into Wilson's office and found the laptop on the desk. He flipped up the lid and found a sticky note. It said:
“I remember my passwords, not the computer.”
House ripped the sticky note off, turned on the computer, and logged into Firefox. He found Wilson's journal and sent a password request to Wilson's mail account, but he found that he couldn't get into the account as it was not logged-in either. Nothing on Wilson's computer was logged in but the computer. Even Wilson's documents were password protected.
House jumped. There Wilson stood in the doorway, hands on hips, with a smirk on his face.
“Did you do all that for me?” House asked with a mock smile.
“Nope. I have a younger cousin who broke into my computer once. It's been like that ever since.”
“What? Did he get porn on your computer?”
“Actually, the porn was already there, categorized. When she opened a file up I was the one who got in trouble. It's locked so she doesn't find it again.”
House stared at the computer and said, “What's your password?”
Wilson laughed. “You are desperate aren't you? You're not getting it.”
Over the next few days every chance House got, he'd burst into Wilson's office and say, “What's your password?” He did it so much that Wilson once screamed in annoyance.
“House, the only way I'll give you my password is if you shut up!”
House uncovered his ears and said, “Okay, what is it?”
“Yep, give it to me.”
“IloveHouse,” Wilson mumbled.
House cocked his head. “What was that?”
“I-love-House.” Wilson looked up ashamed and embarrassed of what he just said. “You happy now?”
“Yeah, now let me see your computer.” Wilson sighed and got out of his chair. He was disappointed and now angry at himself. House would be able to get into his journal and he didn't say anything about the password itself.
House signed in to Wilson's journal and smiled, then he frowned. “Hey, why didn't you friend me?”
“Because I knew it was you.”
“Oh.” House's smiled returned. The first entry was about him. He skimmed it and stopped when he found this:
“Why can't I orgasm with women unless I think of House? WHY?!”
House looked up at Wilson. “You are so obviously gay. I knew something was up when that was your username.”
“Yeah, and with one password I confessed my love to you. Are you happy that you know I can't orgasm without thoughts of you? Are you happy that just about every entry is about you and femslash-?”
“-Are you happy that you now have my password and can flaunt it around the hospital, so my coworkers can mock me!?” Wilson sat down on the sofa, head in hands, and said, “I hope you are fucking happy now.”
“God, Wilson, it's just a journal.” House moved to the sofa and sat down next to Wilson. “And I think your password and journal are...intriguing. I knew you liked me five months ago when you came to my house and had to cuddle up to me on the sofa.”
Wilson looked up. “You knew then?”
“No, I had to do some investigating, but it was about five months ago.”
Wilson sighed. “So, you don't mind that I like you?”
House shook his head. “No, I don't mind.”
Wilson grinned and hugged House, who stiffened at the hug and wanted to get away, but Wilson wouldn't let him. Finally, House calmed down and let Wilson hug him.
“Do you like me back?” Wilson asked.
House mumbled around a bit and said, “Sure, why not?”
Wilson just grinned and hugged House again, who didn't try to run this time