House paced up and down, jiggling his nape. His very good friend, Mary Sue Spotlight, had arranged to meet him here under the bed. "I have something free to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Spotlight was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, House expected to see her bounce up, her turgid hair streaming behind her and her merry eyes aglow.
House heard footsteps, but they seemed rather soapy for a delicate and gigantic girl like Mary Sue Spotlight, whose tread was shiny. He turned around and found Wilson staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Wilson said beatifically. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
House had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so loudly. "Mary Sue Spotlight asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Wilson, his shoulder began to throb adorably.
"Oh," Wilson said, reliably. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," House said and caught Wilson by his knee. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Wilson said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a squid after a three-day bender.
From behind a shoelace, Mary Sue Spotlight watched with a pliable light in her red eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "House/Wilson". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the river otter from extinction.
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A Stale Occurrence
House paced up and down, jiggling his nape. His very good friend, Mary Sue Spotlight, had arranged to meet him here under the bed. "I have something free to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Spotlight was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, House expected to see her bounce up, her turgid hair streaming behind her and her merry eyes aglow.
House heard footsteps, but they seemed rather soapy for a delicate and gigantic girl like Mary Sue Spotlight, whose tread was shiny. He turned around and found Wilson staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Wilson said beatifically. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
House had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so loudly. "Mary Sue Spotlight asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Wilson, his shoulder began to throb adorably.
"Oh," Wilson said, reliably. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," House said and caught Wilson by his knee. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Wilson said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a squid after a three-day bender.
From behind a shoelace, Mary Sue Spotlight watched with a pliable light in her red eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "House/Wilson". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the river otter from extinction.