cindylouwho | Special Permission, a ficlet

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House adjusted his reading glasses, and squinted at the screen in annoyance. "You need special permission to view this material,” he muttered to himself. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, you know,” Wilson said as he entered House's office and walked over to his desk. “Well, then you've been insane for a long time, judging from the amount of times you talk to yourself while you're grooming yourself,” House replied.

“You, you can hear that?” Wilson rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at House uneasily. “Relax, your secrets are safe with me.” House grinned wickedly at Wilson and turned back to the computer screen.

“What are you doing anyways? Looking at porn?” Wilson came closer, and looked over House's shoulder, curiously. “No, not porn,” House said in annoyance. “It's Cuddy's Facebook page. I think she has it blocked specifically to keep me out. I even tried logging in as her, so I could change the settings, but apparently she has changed her password from 'partypants' to something more clever.”

Wilson laughed as he watched House click repeatedly on the website. “Why do you want to see what's on Cuddy's Facebook page anyways?” House looked back at Wilson with an annoyed look on his face. “I don't care what's ON her page. I care about what I can ADD to her page.” He grinned mischievously and laughed. "Links for penis pumps and male enhancement creams for a start." If Wilson didn't know any better, he would have thought House was giggling.

Wilson rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand and shook his head slowly. “I should have guessed. Well, I have actual work to do. See you later, House.” Wilson headed back out the way he came, leaving House to his own devices.

Special Permission, a ficlet

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