Characters: House, Wilson
Word Count: 900
Summary: House--being House--wants everything resolved five minutes ago. Wilson simply wants to relax. Guess who wins?
The previous vignettes, in order, are: Visiting Hour, Happy Hour, Midnight Hour, Fifty-Minute Hour, Random Hour, Painful Hour, Dark Hour , Desperate Hour, Witching Hour , Lonely Hour, Dinner Hour, Legal Hour , Honorable Hour, House's Hour , Wilson's Hour , and Uncomfortable Hour .
Earlier, House had called Cuddy to let her know he’d be bringing
“No food here; gotta eat. Cuddy’s not here either. It’s a lot easier to make her miserable when we’re in the same room. Or at least the same building.” House resolutely ignores
At the hospital, House heads straight for the cafeteria. It’s late for lunch;
“Dr. House!” the man says, with an insincere smile. “Care to introduce me to your friend?”
House matches the fake smile with one of his own. “Doctor… uh… Hemlock….”
“Henley,” the man corrects smoothly, as he turns to
“James Wilson, MD,” House says jovially. “Boy Wonder—once and future head of Oncology, at this very establishment! Slays dragons, eradicates big, bad cancers—and still manages to file his taxes on time! Wilson, meet the man who’s been keeping your chair warm during your temporary absence.”
“House,” Wilson warns.
“Ah, so you’re the legendary Dr. Wilson,”
“Sure you have,” House says quickly. “Unfortunately,
“Yes. Well. Be that as it may, here’s one fascinating fact for you to chew on, Dr. House. I’ve been Acting Head of Oncology for over four months now. Rumor has it that the Board will be voting to make my position permanent next week.”
“Wouldn’t have ‘em engrave that plate for the door just yet, Hemlock!” House calls after him loudly.
There’s an uncomfortable silence at the table. House is beginning to think he shouldn’t have forced this today.
“He seems… pleasant enough,”
“He’s an arrogant jerk,” House says shortly.
“Dr. Wilson! It’s good to see you,” Chase says with a wide smile.
But Chase has already turned to House. “Glad you’re here,” he tells him. “Seems our patient has cholangiocarcinoma, a Klatskin tumor, and we’re going to—”
“If you’ve already diagnosed her, my job is done,” House interrupts, scowling. Hadn’t he told Cuddy to confine the puppies to their pen? “Go find what’s-his-name and—why have you suddenly developed a head twitch? You might wanna see Foreman about that.”
Chase twitches his eyes this time—and now House catches on. All this seizure-like activity is aimed in
House’s eyes widen. “Ah!” he says loudly, “A Klatskin, one of the rarest of the liver cancers. Hemlock won’t be able to handle it; maybe we’d better keep this patient for ourselves.”
“Actually, Dr. Wilson, I think we can handle it, if we could just get a few questions answered. Could you do that, do you think?” Chase asks, holding out the file to
“I can’t, Chase.”
“Just a formality!” House booms. “Besides, the children aren’t asking you to practice; they’re merely asking for the knowledge of an older, wiser physician, such as yourself! Right, kids?”
Cameron and Chase are both quick to assure
House leans over and whispers to Chase, “Remind me to pad your paycheck this week.”
“You’re welcome,” Chase whispers back, and then joins the discussion.