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perpetual_motionTitle: Romance, House Style
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: House
Pairing: Greg/James [House/Wilson]
Rating: PG
Summary: Congratulations, it's a divorce.
Dis: Not mine. Damnit. I want a House all my own.
Author's Notes: Snapped out in about twenty minutes. Feedback, as always, makes me a little bitch.
“She likes you.”
“She has a crush on me.”
“There’s a difference?”
Greg rolled his eyes and stopped walking, his cane squeaking against the linoleum. “Of *course* there’s a difference. I am the big, bad, scary man with the cool cane and five o’clock shadow. I’m the bad boy her mother always warned her away from. She thinks I’m hot and mysterious when I’m really old and obnoxious.”
“I certainly won’t argue against that last one.” James stepped closer to Greg as a group of nursing students walked down the hall. “I like you.”
“You’ve never had particularly good taste.”
James couldn’t argue the point. He had divorce papers from his third round of bad taste tucked into the pocket of his lab coat. “Marie’s leaving me.”
“Congratulations.” Greg started walking again. “Do you at least get to keep the apartment this time?”
“Yeah. She moved in with me. Makes the apartment mine to claim or leave.”
“And how much more of your money is going towards alimony?”
“None. She wants to be an independent woman.”
“How very ‘Destiny’s Child’ of her. Does she wear shiny gold hot pants and lip synch to bad R&B when she says things like that?”
James shuddered. “No, but thanks for the mental scarring.” He followed Greg into his office and watched him settle behind his desk. “So, I was thinking of going out to eat tonight.”
“Having a ‘congratulations, it’s a divorce’ party for yourself?”
“Something like that. Want to come?”
“Cartoon Network is doing a ‘Family Guy’ marathon.”
“I’ll TiVo it for you.” James leaned across the desk and smirked at Greg. “We can watch it after dinner. At my place.”
“You’ve really got to work on your leer.” Greg leered at him to demonstrate. “You’ve got to narrow your eyes a little, like you’re planning something.”
“I am planning something.” James flicked his tongue out and licked his bottom lip. “Marie has a stash of overpriced chocolate I’m sure she’s forgotten to take to the hotel.”
“Are you suggesting we eat your nearly-ex-wife’s chocolate while watching ‘Family Guy’ reruns on the couch she used to sit on?”
“I was thinking we could eat her chocolate, have sex on the couch, then watch the ‘Family Guy’ reruns.”
Greg smiled. “That’s almost evil of you.”
“I’ll sacrifice a kitten on her favorite arm chair if it’ll sell the idea.” James smiled in triumph when Greg gave a very short chuckle.
“I suppose I’ll take the offer.”
“I’ll swing by and pick you up after I’m done for the day. Don’t find any mysterious diseases this afternoon.”
“You’ll have to explain to Cuddy why I’m not allowed to do that.”
“I’ll leave out the kitten sacrifice.”
“And tell her the rest?” Greg stopped James from answering. “Actually, don’t tell her anything. Send her back to me.”
“So, you’re going to send her to me, then have me send her back to you?”
“Yes.”
James shook his head. “Your idea of fun is sick and disturbed.”
“Well, then it matches the rest of me.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: House
Pairing: Greg/James [House/Wilson]
Rating: PG
Summary: Congratulations, it's a divorce.
Dis: Not mine. Damnit. I want a House all my own.
Author's Notes: Snapped out in about twenty minutes. Feedback, as always, makes me a little bitch.
“She likes you.”
“She has a crush on me.”
“There’s a difference?”
Greg rolled his eyes and stopped walking, his cane squeaking against the linoleum. “Of *course* there’s a difference. I am the big, bad, scary man with the cool cane and five o’clock shadow. I’m the bad boy her mother always warned her away from. She thinks I’m hot and mysterious when I’m really old and obnoxious.”
“I certainly won’t argue against that last one.” James stepped closer to Greg as a group of nursing students walked down the hall. “I like you.”
“You’ve never had particularly good taste.”
James couldn’t argue the point. He had divorce papers from his third round of bad taste tucked into the pocket of his lab coat. “Marie’s leaving me.”
“Congratulations.” Greg started walking again. “Do you at least get to keep the apartment this time?”
“Yeah. She moved in with me. Makes the apartment mine to claim or leave.”
“And how much more of your money is going towards alimony?”
“None. She wants to be an independent woman.”
“How very ‘Destiny’s Child’ of her. Does she wear shiny gold hot pants and lip synch to bad R&B when she says things like that?”
James shuddered. “No, but thanks for the mental scarring.” He followed Greg into his office and watched him settle behind his desk. “So, I was thinking of going out to eat tonight.”
“Having a ‘congratulations, it’s a divorce’ party for yourself?”
“Something like that. Want to come?”
“Cartoon Network is doing a ‘Family Guy’ marathon.”
“I’ll TiVo it for you.” James leaned across the desk and smirked at Greg. “We can watch it after dinner. At my place.”
“You’ve really got to work on your leer.” Greg leered at him to demonstrate. “You’ve got to narrow your eyes a little, like you’re planning something.”
“I am planning something.” James flicked his tongue out and licked his bottom lip. “Marie has a stash of overpriced chocolate I’m sure she’s forgotten to take to the hotel.”
“Are you suggesting we eat your nearly-ex-wife’s chocolate while watching ‘Family Guy’ reruns on the couch she used to sit on?”
“I was thinking we could eat her chocolate, have sex on the couch, then watch the ‘Family Guy’ reruns.”
Greg smiled. “That’s almost evil of you.”
“I’ll sacrifice a kitten on her favorite arm chair if it’ll sell the idea.” James smiled in triumph when Greg gave a very short chuckle.
“I suppose I’ll take the offer.”
“I’ll swing by and pick you up after I’m done for the day. Don’t find any mysterious diseases this afternoon.”
“You’ll have to explain to Cuddy why I’m not allowed to do that.”
“I’ll leave out the kitten sacrifice.”
“And tell her the rest?” Greg stopped James from answering. “Actually, don’t tell her anything. Send her back to me.”
“So, you’re going to send her to me, then have me send her back to you?”
“Yes.”
James shook his head. “Your idea of fun is sick and disturbed.”
“Well, then it matches the rest of me.”
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