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Author: Wanderingwidget
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you.”
Author’s Note: For mistress_demona as per her plot bunny. Unbeta’d and slightly crackish, but only if you know the joke.
“You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you.” Wilson said, voice resigned. He was camped out in House’s office because his had been commandeered by a geek of IT guys. Apparently his computer had somehow managed to simultaneously mutate into the Necronomicon and a rabid monkey. What he didn’t understand was how his computer had managed to become Typhoid Mary while House’s remained squeaky clean.
“What?” House glanced up from his gameboy and then back down.
Wilson pointed at the iPod, which was enshrined in it’s place of honor and belting out ‘Hava Nagila’ for the third time in the last hour. “How did you even find that joke?”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t? Then…” Wilson trailed off. Horrible scenarios were playing in his mind.
“Livejournal.”
“What?”
“I joined a crude humor community.” He pulled a face. “It’s amazing the things thirteen year olds say these days.”
Wilson was still wondering what ‘livejournal’ was, but House was waving at his computer so he assumed it had something to do with the internet. “A mailing list?”
“You were raised in a cave, weren’t you? No, my livejournal is a community, it’s full of people who really understand me.”
“Emo fourteen year olds with ADD?” Wilson asked innocently.
“You are such a grownup.” House smirked. “So, is it true?”
Wilson frowned. “Is what true?”
He wiggled his eyebrows.
Wilson sighed, slumped, and did his best to look found out. “Yes. Every word of it.”
House kept smirking, then reached out and turned the volume up. Wilson thought he heard him say something, but when he looked up House was back to fighting space monkeys via his gameboy.
THE END
