Prompt: Not everybody likes beaches - haldane
Title: Desert Running
Fandom: House MD
Spoilers: set about midway through this past season
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They were in Miami for the weekend. House had found the tickets last Monday, just lying out in Wilson's office - well, as long as "lying out" could be applied to a locked box in Wilson's bookcase; House certainly thought so.
It was raining in Princeton, a gray evening, his windows pearled with raindrops. He curled his lips disdainfully, speculating on Wilson's huffing and puffing as Amber dragged the out-of-shape ladies' man on morning runs on the beach. The idiot was probably pretending to enjoy it, just like he always had back when House had been the one to cajole him out of bed before the sun came up. After the infarction, Wilson stopped running every morning, then just stopped altogether. The embarrassed grimace on his face when House started needling him about his developing paunch (how far along? who's the proud papa?) told House everything he needed to know.
"He's a liar," he muttered aloud, no longer seeing the rain-beaded windows and dark sky. He thought about golden sand dragging at bare feet, Wilson's flushed, laughing face following behind.