Something about today just seemed to bother Dr. James Wilson. As soon as he walked through the doors of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, his nerves had perked up and gone into full self protection mode. But nothing seemed off. He clocked in as usual, shared a less than spirited conversation with Dr. Cuddy, and now he sat at his desk, writing out prescriptions just like it was any normal day.
And that’s when he heard it. It wasn't noticeable at first, and if his nerves weren't on complete stand alone mode today, he wouldn't have noticed, but there it was. He groaned audibly as he heard the drumming baseline penetrating the walls of his serenely quite office. When Greg House insisted on blaring his music, there was always something less than good going to happen.
The hesitant oncologist stepped out onto his balcony, where the driving beat could be heard better. He leaned over, listening hard as the song changed. When he recognized the opening cords, he groaned audibly once again.
I'm upper, upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all
He leaned even further over the dividing of his and House’s balconies, shaking his head and smiling ruefully. The one thing people didn’t know about Gregory House is that his victory music when solving a case or out maneuvering Cuddy was always very self centered, and sexually charged with innuendo. And that always spelled a limp for the good Dr. James Wilson the next day.
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
He happily hopped the divider, now a little nervous of what might become when he walked into the cluttered office. Greg House looked up at his entrance, and smirked.
“Jimmy…just the man I wanted to see.”
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody comes and comes again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!
James started to nervously mess with his tie, something that the older man found amusing to no end. He stood up swiftly, gimping over to Wilson and taking hold of the tie himself.
“One of these days, I’m going to buy you a tie that isn’t absolutely horrible, I swear.” He yanked it up over his head, pushing him back against the door as he pressed his insistent lips on the other’s.
When the two of them had finally finished an hour or so later, James lay sprawled on the floor, Greg sitting smug in his desk chair. And the song that started it all was still playing in the background, with the snarkey diagnostician singing along happily.