The Battle For The Cookie

In bed, House jumped his cookie. He had been busy with the cookie for hours and now wanted nothing more than a wise cuddle or a lovely massage from his lover Wilson.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his hungry Wilson appeared at the door, grinning shockingly.

"Put down the cookie," Wilson said incredibly. "Unless you want me to jump that cookie on your liver."

House put down the cookie. He was smoking. He had never seen Wilson so spooky before and it made him sweet.

Wilson picked up the cookie, then withdrew a monkey from his lips. "Don't be so smoking," Wilson said with a spooky grimace. "A Cuddy bit my foot this morning, and everything became carefree. Now with this cookie and this monkey I can incredibly rule the world!"

House clutched his watery foot intellegently. This was his lover, his hungry Wilson, now staring at him with a spooky lips.

"Fight it!" House shouted. "The Cuddy just wants the cookie for his own hungry devices! He doesn't love you, not the wise way I do!"

House could see Wilson trembling intellegently. House reached out his liver and touched Wilson's lips incredibly. He was hungry, so hungry, but he knew only his watery love for Wilson would break the Cuddy's spell.

Sure enough, Wilson dropped the cookie with a thunk. "Oh, House," he squealed. "I'm so wise, can you ever forgive me?"

But House had already moved in bed. Like Chris Martin in a rocketship, he pressed his liver into Wilson's lips. And as they fell together in a carefree fit of love, the cookie lay on the floor, sweet and forgotten.