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Something Orange
by Druin
"Ah. Another new tie," commented House, and Wilson wasn't quite sure when he'd looked up from the chart long enough to notice. "Did you have lunch with the nurse again?"
Wilson just looked at him, confused; "What nurse?" and then he remembered the story he'd woven to get House to stop questioning him last week. "Oh," he said, "the, the nurse. Yeah, we-"
House looked up at him with such a searching look he stopped talking, and couldn't remember what he was going to say anyway.
"You're a terrible liar," House was shaking his head, putting away the chart. "And I'll figure you out, you know. You can't hide from me."
"I await the day," murmured Wilson, turning to follow House out of the clinic.
--End--
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