Patron Saint of Falling Over Things

ion_bond, this was really fun to write, and they wouldn't shut up, so it went to 200 words.

Title: Three-Legged Men
Words: 200
Prompt: Doctor James Wilson and Foggy Nelson
Fandom: House MD and Daredevil
Notes: lilacsigil helped me get this right, and also suggested the title. She's so much ruder than me.


The best place to eat one's lunch undisturbed was outside Cuddy's office: House would only go there under duress. Wilson neatly arranged his napkin and opened a styrofoam carton.

After a few mouthfuls he caught the eye of the guy sitting next to him, a rumpled looking man with an over-stuffed briefcase who gave him a wry smile.

"Provisions? If only I'd known." He looked like he'd been sitting outside Cuddy's office for a while and he eyed Wilson's lunch enviously.

"Oh, I don't have an appointment, I'm here to eat." Wilson scooped noodles into his mouth. "You?"

"Missed my appointment. Actually, my partner did. I love him to death, but I wish he'd be less brilliant. More punctual. Less drama."

Wilson nodded in agreement. "Myself, I've noticed a relationship between brilliance and drama." House was making a beeline for him, so he crumpled his napkin and stood up. "Well, good luck!"

The other man stood up too. His partner was tapping his way towards them with a white cane. "Oh, I love it. Life would be so dull without him."

Wilson wondered if all annoyingly brilliant men needed a cane to support their ego, then House swept him away.