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Witching Hour (ninth in the HOUR series) 
2nd-Jul-2007 07:44 am
Sleep

Title: Witching Hour
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 650
Summary:  In the middle of the night, anything can happen.  The previous vignettes, in order, are:
Visiting HourHappy HourMidnight Hour,   Fifty-Minute Hour,  Random HourPainful HourDark Hour , and  Desperate Hour.

WITCHING HOUR

 

House fumbles through the darkened living room, shouting, “I’m coming; I’m coming!  Shut up already!”  On his way through, he glances at the clock—midnight.  Means it must be one of his team with an earth-shaking discovery, something that better be worth waking him for.

 

Earlier in the evening, some sort of freak allergic reaction—House suspects maybe the cinnamon chicken in the hospital cafeteria—had prompted him to take 150 mg of diphenhydramine and head for bed.  Who ruins perfectly good chicken with cinnamon anyway?

 

Finally he reaches the door and yanks it open impatiently.  Wilson’s standing there with a six-pack of beer and a rented movie, and he’s smiling.  “Did I wake you?  You up for gratuitous violence, ear-splitting explosions, and half-dressed women?  And beer, of course.”

 

House shakes his head to clear the fog.  “What… are you doing here?” he asks slowly.

 

“Not gonna invite me in?” Wilson asks, brushing right past him and coming in anyway.  He tosses a beer to House, then puts the movie in the player and grabs a beer for himself.  He takes a seat on the couch and slings his feet up on the coffee table.

 

House thinks maybe he’d better sit down, too.  He joins Wilson on the couch and stares at him.  “What are you doing here?” he repeats, a little more forcefully this time.

 

“Needed a break,” Wilson says casually, eyes on the TV screen.  “That whole prison thing gets old pretty fast.  Figured an evening with you was just what the doctor ordered!”  Wilson laughs.  “’Course, you’ll have to be the doctor; that’s a no-no for me now.”

 

“Why did you… what were you… how did you….”

 

Wilson laughs again.  “This is a first—don’t think I’ve actually heard you be incoherent before.  Well, at least not sober and incoherent.”

 

House sighs.  “Just answer the questions; I’m certain you can translate them.”

 

“You worry too much, House.  When someone’s imprisoned for something they didn’t do, they can come and go as they please.  Even got my own key—see?”  Wilson dangles a shiny silver key from his left index finger, then replaces it in his pocket.

 

House rubs hard at his right thigh; damn, it’s hurting bad.  Wilson notices.  He pulls a prescription pad and a pen out of his pocket and fills out the top slip, handing it to House when he’s finished.

 

House studies the scrip for Vicodin that Wilson’s just given him.  It’s signed James Wilson, M.D.  “You… can’t do this anymore,” he says.

 

“Sure I can.  Can’t practice as a physician, but they can’t really take the title away, can they?  Earned that by going to med school.  May be worthless now, but it’s mine to keep.  ‘Course, the pharmacy’ll probably notice the lack of a DEA registration number.  Hmmm….”  Wilson looks momentarily stumped, but then he grins.  “Got faith in you, House.  Anyone can figure a way around the legalities, it’ll be you.”

 

House nods slowly.  Finally, he settles back on the couch to watch the movie, drink his beer, spend time with Wilson.  House has decided not to look this particular gift horse in the mouth.

 

When House awakens in the morning, he smiles before he even opens his eyes.  The hallucinations that 150 mg of diphenhydramine can cause are an undesirable side effect—that’s what the pharmaceutical companies call it, anyway.  Not House; House calls it an evening with his friend—and that’s very desirable, indeed.

 

It’s only later in the day, after he’s snapped even more viciously than normal at anyone stupid enough to stumble into his sphere, that it hits him—last night’s hallucination had been trying to tell him… something.

 

And—for the first time since Wilson’s arrest—House may have finally found a puzzle that’s worthy of his attention. 

Next:  
Lonely Hour


Thoughts 
2nd-Jul-2007 01:17 pm (UTC) - Witching Hour (Dr. Fantabulous)
Anonymous
Ohhh, intense!!! Yay for puzzles!!!
3rd-Jul-2007 04:37 pm (UTC) - Re: Witching Hour (Dr. Fantabulous)
Yay for puzzles!!!

and yay for house's need for puzzles!
2nd-Jul-2007 01:18 pm (UTC)
ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???

Good heavens, I was soooo hoping it would be real, until that bit When someone’s imprisoned for something they didn’t do, they can come and go as they please. Then I knew it wasn't. *sob*

And to House: It means you're supposed to get Wilson out of prison, or at least go back and tell him you're still his friend. You moron!!

More soon? Please, pretty, pretty please. *puppy eyes*
3rd-Jul-2007 04:36 pm (UTC)
And to House: It means you're supposed to get Wilson out of prison, or at least go back and tell him you're still his friend.

we're moving in that direction... slowly! :)
4th-Jul-2007 08:40 am (UTC)
we're moving in that direction... slowly!

*hands you a bike*
just in case you're tired of moving slowly... *gg*
2nd-Jul-2007 02:06 pm (UTC)
Poor House. Poor Wilson. They need to be together. And now House will prove that Tritter framed Wilson and get Wilson back. PLEASE!
3rd-Jul-2007 04:38 pm (UTC)
House will prove that Tritter framed Wilson

wellll... we'll see..... ;)
2nd-Jul-2007 02:10 pm (UTC)
Oh YaY for a puzzle. So good this series!! :)
2nd-Jul-2007 02:18 pm (UTC)
I love this series!
2nd-Jul-2007 02:54 pm (UTC)
“Got faith in you, House. Anyone can figure a way around the legalities, it’ll be you.”

Ditto, Wilson.
2nd-Jul-2007 02:57 pm (UTC)
150 mgs of diphenhydramine can cause a whole lots of other problems too. I've built up a resistance and can take up to 250 without any nasty side effects...not that I do it often, mind you.

Nice.
3rd-Jul-2007 04:42 pm (UTC)
can take up to 250 without any nasty side effects...not that I do it often, mind you.

remember first season, when house had the hay fever attack, and told wilson he'd taken a thousand milligrams of diphenhydramine? i was laughing so hard that i missed the next few lines! medical advisor was apparently off that day!!
2nd-Jul-2007 03:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love dream sequences! So much wonderful freedom to experiment.

The silver key is such a nice touch -- trust House's subconscious to try and get his attention like that!
2nd-Jul-2007 04:34 pm (UTC)
For a few minutes there I thought you had gone bonkers or I had completely missed something. Then I read further and put the pieces together and thought, Ebeneezer Scrooge. House has a puzzle now and a story to tell. Now, I believe, we are getting somewhere.

*begs* Please don't hurt House and Wilson in a fiery automobile accident b/c my fingers type faster then my common sense can keep up with!
2nd-Jul-2007 04:47 pm (UTC)
Hehehe.

Kidsnurse is away this morning but I'm playing first-reader/beta on this series and can assure you that she isn't going to kill anyone.

That's more of a Nightdog thing, don't ya know ...
2nd-Jul-2007 07:25 pm (UTC)
I'll hold you to that blackmare_9. I'll totally hold you to that. So does this mean that I don't have to behave anymore? *grins*

A Nightdog thing huh? No wonder I get of accused of conspiring then. *laughs* Thanks for the reassurance! ;<)
3rd-Jul-2007 04:44 pm (UTC)
a few minutes there I thought you had gone bonkers

thought that was already the premise from which i operate! :)
2nd-Jul-2007 07:23 pm (UTC)
CUTE :)
2nd-Jul-2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
This dream sequence fit so well in this powerful series. I've just caught up on it, and it hurts to read, but in a good way. Great work. :)
2nd-Jul-2007 09:37 pm (UTC)
How cool! I really love the dream sequence, and I love House finally engaging his brain on the case!
2nd-Jul-2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
What? What? What has he found out? Please, you gotta tell me right now! Okay, I'm clam now. I just freaked out for a second 'cause I'm totally in love with this series. *deep breath* I can wait - for a little while.
3rd-Jul-2007 12:48 am (UTC)
GASP!

So intense. I am going to wait right here on the edge of my seat for the next part!

This story? Has made me a lifelong fan of YOU. =)
3rd-Jul-2007 04:19 am (UTC)
Ooh ooh ohh puzzle!! Hope House can put the puzzle together soon and come out with a cunning plan or something. Those two have to get back together!
3rd-Jul-2007 06:41 am (UTC)
Oh, yay.

So get to it, House--figure out the puzzle and work something out with Wilson. XD

I really believed Wilson was actually there for a little while, but then--ouch. :(
3rd-Jul-2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Yay, puzzle, yay!
26th-Jul-2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
Greetings!

*thinking about keys and all the various permutations of same*

Yeah, nasty stuff that... will leave it at that in deference to the young'un and all. So... hallucinations too, eh? *adds yet another reason to the long list of reasons to eviscerate the next idiot who tries to give it to her instead of using compassion and common sense*

Ah, yes... the awakening can sometimes be the cruelest thing of all. Had a feeling it was a dream of some kind... sorry to find out I was right.

Reading on,
-Katrina