Fic: A Most Unusual Day
May. 19th, 2008 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cutthroatpixieFor the next half hour, I am going to live in ignorant bliss. LALALALALALALA. I wrote this earlier today, just getting around to posting it now. =)
Title: A Most Unusual Day
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Wilson/Amber
Word Count: 327
Rating: PG
Note: Written forcryptictac's House/Cuddy/Wilson/Amber Drabble-A-Thon. Prompt was bad hair day.
Title: A Most Unusual Day
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Wilson/Amber
Word Count: 327
Rating: PG
Note: Written for
cryptictac's House/Cuddy/Wilson/Amber Drabble-A-Thon. Prompt was bad hair day. His routine had been quite typical that morning. He’d showered, same as he always did, used the same shampoo and conditioner in much the same fashion as was typical of him, and his use of the blow dryer was anything but abnormal.
And yes, somehow, his hair was not reacting at all how it normally did. In fact, it was being downright uncooperative, nasty, even. If hair could be nasty, that is.
It was okay, though. He’d gotten up a little earlier than usual, and it would only take a few extra minutes to correct this mess.
‘Wilson, what are you doing in there? I need to shower.’ A few minutes turned into twenty, ten of which had been spent listening to Amber’s growing irritation at being unable to use the bathroom. ‘I don’t care if you’re not done, let me in.’
He glanced at the clock on the wall, and realised that if he didn’t let her get ready now, they’d both be late, and then he’d be dead. With a sigh, and one last glance at the mirror, he opened the door.
‘Finally. What the hell were you doing in here?’ Amber asked. She turned on the shower, drowning out Wilson’s mumbled answer, and began taking her clothes off. ‘What did you say?’
Again, the sound of the water was louder than the sound of Wilson’s voice. When Amber was done showering, she asked Wilson to repeat himself.
‘My hair,’ he finally said. ‘I was attempting to do my hair, but I am pretty sure I failed.’ A faint blush stained Wilson’s cheeks as he realised how ridiculous he must sound.
A wide grin spread across Amber’s face. ‘Well damn, the bastard wasn’t lying.’ The look on Wilson’s face caused her to laugh before planting a kiss on Wilson’s cheek. ‘Don’t worry, your hair is fine.’
Before Wilson could get out a, ‘Wait, what wasn’t House lying about?!’ Amber had turned the blow dryer on.
And yes, somehow, his hair was not reacting at all how it normally did. In fact, it was being downright uncooperative, nasty, even. If hair could be nasty, that is.
It was okay, though. He’d gotten up a little earlier than usual, and it would only take a few extra minutes to correct this mess.
‘Wilson, what are you doing in there? I need to shower.’ A few minutes turned into twenty, ten of which had been spent listening to Amber’s growing irritation at being unable to use the bathroom. ‘I don’t care if you’re not done, let me in.’
He glanced at the clock on the wall, and realised that if he didn’t let her get ready now, they’d both be late, and then he’d be dead. With a sigh, and one last glance at the mirror, he opened the door.
‘Finally. What the hell were you doing in here?’ Amber asked. She turned on the shower, drowning out Wilson’s mumbled answer, and began taking her clothes off. ‘What did you say?’
Again, the sound of the water was louder than the sound of Wilson’s voice. When Amber was done showering, she asked Wilson to repeat himself.
‘My hair,’ he finally said. ‘I was attempting to do my hair, but I am pretty sure I failed.’ A faint blush stained Wilson’s cheeks as he realised how ridiculous he must sound.
A wide grin spread across Amber’s face. ‘Well damn, the bastard wasn’t lying.’ The look on Wilson’s face caused her to laugh before planting a kiss on Wilson’s cheek. ‘Don’t worry, your hair is fine.’
Before Wilson could get out a, ‘Wait, what wasn’t House lying about?!’ Amber had turned the blow dryer on.
