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House was lying on his bed, but wasn't asleep; it was too early in the evening for that. He was stretching out his leg while reading, when he heard the familiar knock at his front door.

"Go away!" he shouted, from sheer force of habit. He hadn't expected Wilson to drop by this evening, but he didn't actually mind.

As the key turned in the lock, House suddenly realized that it wouldn't do to be caught reading Joseph Bell On Surgery and pushed the book under his pillow. At the further realization that he would now appear to be lying on his bed for no reason, he groped further under the pillow for alternative reading matter and found an old copy of Big Girls in Boots. That would do.

He was flicking nonchalantly through the glossy magazine, slightly hampered by the number of pages that were stuck together, when Wilson appeared in his bedroom doorway.

"Hey," Wilson said.

House turned a page and said, "Hey," as casually as possible. He then glanced up, and all thoughts of big girls--in boots or otherwise--were forgotten.

Wilson was standing there wearing jeans, his old bottle green sweatshirt, and... a yellow fireman's helmet.

"Whoa." Immediately riveted, House put down the mag. "I guess you really did check out the prices of fireman strippers. Or their gear, anyway."

"Indeed." Wilson advanced into the room. The helmet was ridiculously outsize, dwarfing Wilson beneath it.

"You look like a giant mushroom," House observed. A very cute mushroom, though, with mischievous brown eyes glinting under the brim.

Wilson nodded at the magazine. "Maybe I picked a bad time."

House tossed the mag carelessly away onto the floor. "Not if you brought a pole worthy of a fireman along with the helmet."

Wilson grinned as he joined House on the bed. "I was going to make a crack about bringing my fireman's hose with me, but yeah, a pole will do."
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AHHHHH I GOT TO STOP READING FANFICS THEY ARE MAKING ME DRAW!!!!!