House of Magic (Tentative)
an excerpt

With a careful, angled nudge of his cane against the ceiling, House felt himself careening backwards through the air. A 'careful' nudge, as it turned out, was not nearly gentle enough. He went through the threshold of the doorway to his office and into the hall in short order, and, as soon as he crossed the door frame, promptly fell.

It was unceremonious. Being a cripple, any time House fell was unceremonious, but this was especially bad. He went from being a foot and a half off the ground and traveling diagonally to traveling straight down, and landed with a great thud. Being a man of pride, he did not ask Flint for help, didn't acknowledge that the kid was standing there until he'd used his cane to push himself back to his feet.

Even then, House instinctively dusted off his jacket before he even looked at Flint. "Could've helped me get out easier."

"You seem like the kind of guy who hates charity."

Deciding not to mention to Flint that he was right, House spent the next few seconds trying to figure out how much he was being mocked. "Is that a grin on your face, or are your teeth..."

The sound of Chase yelling at him brought reality crashing in. "House!"

"Shut up and wait a minute!" House yelled back, closing the door to his office. With a glance to make sure that all the blinds behind the glass walls were drawn, he spared Marcus a glance. "Stand right there, I'll be right back."

He thought 'make sure no one goes in' was well-enough implied. Curmudgeoning his way over to the conference room, he picked up the phone, and pressed the button marked 'overhead page.' "Dr. Wilson to Dr. House's office for a consult, please."

The wait seemed long, to the point where House was halfway tempted to pull the PSP out of his pocket while leaning on his cane, staring intently at Flint. Wilson, being Wilson, came walking down the corridor with all due speed. He must've known something was up, right off the bat. "What's the consult for? How to annoy Cuddy into paying for you to fly to Scotland, rummage for your patient's medical records yourself?"

"People keep telling me I'm out of my mind," House said, never skipping a beat.

Wilson was equally un-phased. "And," he dragged the word out, "I agree with them. You often seem determined to prove them right. In my professional, medical opinion, you've done so."

"All right." Putting one hand on the handle for the door, House added, "Now, am I the only one seeing anything out of the ordinary in my office?"

With great drama, House pulled the door open. Expecting nothing out of the ordinary, Wilson took two steps towards the office, and stopped cold. His face changed into a look of monumental shock as he took care in surveying the floating guitar, the floating phone with its receiver unhinged and careening about, the floating papers escaping the floating desk, and worst of all, the floating Chase holding desperately onto a floating chair as they slowly tumbled through the air.

When Chase said nothing and only shot Wilson a look, Wilson turned back to House and, with tremendous effort, said, "Unless you've always had gravity turned off in your office? No."