Foreman watched House uneasily as he drove away from the curb. House conscientiously shoulder-checked before pulling out onto the street. He wasn't fooling Foreman for a second. He wouldn't just go from pouting and angry over Foreman's teasing straight to 'reasonable and considered driver'. Foreman had been the victim of too many pranks to think that House acting careful was anything other than buildup to House trying to give him a heart attack. Foreman tightened his grip on the handle above the window. None too soon. A second later House floored the accelerator, not bothering to shift gears. The engine whined as he sped down the street, cutting off another car, the horn blaring behind them. Foreman braced his feet against the floorboards. He'd expected something, but not for House to try to kill them both. "Jesus! What the hell are you doing?"
The car screeched to a stop and Foreman glared at House, adrenaline pumping through him. "Tickling isn't going to make you go off the road, you're doing that yourself!" Foreman dropped his head back against the headrest, pulling in a deep breath. He could smell the burnt rubber. Fuck, his tires were going to be bald if he let House drive another block. "Are you trying to punish me for Wilson barging in? Because that was your fault." Foreman was beginning to see the ridiculousness of the situation. He hated looking stupid, but in this case House was the one who was overreacting. Foreman had panicked, yeah, but he was more inclined to laugh at House for still being upset. Foreman deserved to be more upset--he was the one who'd hidden in the closet as if he was afraid of Wilson knowing that he and House had made their own decisions. Idiotic, initially drunken decisions, but they were both adults, and Wilson didn't have the right to judge them. Not that that would stop him, but Foreman had no problem just walking away from any lecture. Then again, Wilson wasn't his friend. Still, Foreman would have to put up with Chase laughing at him and Cameron's wounded, wide-eyed sighs, so it wasn't like he wouldn't have to suffer in his own way.
Foreman glanced behind them. No cars around. Mid-day on a residential street, they probably weren't going to block traffic even if House got stubborn. Foreman reached across the gearshift and turned the car off, then yanked the keys back to himself.
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Date: 2009-03-18 05:04 pm (UTC)The car screeched to a stop and Foreman glared at House, adrenaline pumping through him. "Tickling isn't going to make you go off the road, you're doing that yourself!" Foreman dropped his head back against the headrest, pulling in a deep breath. He could smell the burnt rubber. Fuck, his tires were going to be bald if he let House drive another block. "Are you trying to punish me for Wilson barging in? Because that was your fault." Foreman was beginning to see the ridiculousness of the situation. He hated looking stupid, but in this case House was the one who was overreacting. Foreman had panicked, yeah, but he was more inclined to laugh at House for still being upset. Foreman deserved to be more upset--he was the one who'd hidden in the closet as if he was afraid of Wilson knowing that he and House had made their own decisions. Idiotic, initially drunken decisions, but they were both adults, and Wilson didn't have the right to judge them. Not that that would stop him, but Foreman had no problem just walking away from any lecture. Then again, Wilson wasn't his friend. Still, Foreman would have to put up with Chase laughing at him and Cameron's wounded, wide-eyed sighs, so it wasn't like he wouldn't have to suffer in his own way.
Foreman glanced behind them. No cars around. Mid-day on a residential street, they probably weren't going to block traffic even if House got stubborn. Foreman reached across the gearshift and turned the car off, then yanked the keys back to himself.