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title: Reunions
author: sydpenguinbunny
pairing: House/Wilson, 13/[surprise]
rating: PG-13, thus far
summary: House is trying to continue his life without incident after the events from S7, but people from his past keep coming back...
warnings (if any): Spoilers for 7x23.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
“So what’s with you and Chase, lately?” Taub inquired as Thirteen drove, in silence, towards Candy Aaronson’s residence. “You two seem pretty… close.” Thirteen turned and looked at him, before scoffing and returning her eyes to the road.
“What’s with you and half of Princeton?” she retorted. “You got TWO women pregnant, Taub. We’re doctors, I thought we were expected to know about birth control.”
“What’s up with HOUSE lately?” Taub continued, not noticeably reacting to her comment. “He drove his car into Cuddy’s house.”
“Well, there’s a kind of irony to it,” Thirteen mused, “He’s House and he ran into HER house… Guess it’s a good thing she decided not to press charges. The last thing we need is a bunch of cops swarming around and getting House arrested.” She paused and sighed. “I do really miss Cuddy, though. I don’t think I’ve seen head or tails of the new Dean since he got here.”
“Well, Dr. Gray probably still isn’t fully aware of what he’s dealing with, yet,” Taub replied. “Or maybe he does and is just trying to postpone the inevitable - oh, here it is.” He gestured towards a large white house, surrounded by a brick wall.
“Looks a little out of a college student’s price range,” Thirteen pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
“Could live with the parents,” Taub suggested.
“No, they were listed as next of kin, but their phone numbers were all the way in New Mexico,” Thirteen replied. “Whoever owns this house, it’s not the parents, presumably.”
“Rich boyfriend?”
“Well, if so, she wasn’t out with him last night.” Thirteen reached out and popped the lock, before getting out of the car and slamming the door. “She was out clubbing, apparently.”
“Miss those days?” Taub inquired as he got out the passenger’s side, and Thirteen cocked her head to the side, detecting a small hint of a leer.
“No, I wasn’t really the club-slut type, Taub - sorry to ruin all of your fantasies,” she retorted. “Too busy trying to actually graduate from college…” The bickering ended as they walked through the front gate of the yard, warily looking around for dogs or other potential complications.
“No car in the driveway,” Taub pointed out. “The lights are on - but I think we’re in the clear.”
“We better knock first,” Thirteen suggested, “Just in case. Didn’t Masters and Chase find a woman living under piles of clothing a while back?” Taub nodded.
“She was a hoarder.” Thirteen gave a disappointed sigh.
“Looks like I missed a lot while I was away.” She slowly sauntered up the steps and rapped on the door. After they had waited a few moments, she knocked again.
“Go ahead,” Taub suggested, fiddling in his pocket for something that would make an easy lock-pick, wondering how this seemed to come so much more easily to some other members of the team.
Taub’s head was still down, and Thirteen was still looking at him, when the door opened.
“I trust you’re about to let me know why you look like you’re about to break into my home,” came a frozen voice, deathly calm and betraying just a hint of smoldering rage. Thirteen looked up and found her blue-green eyes staring into ice-blue ones.
“Uh,” was all that came out of Thirteen’s mouth at first; she was standing uncomfortably close to the man that had emerged; he was in his fifties, with white-blonde hair and an unreadable expression on his face, lips pursed into a scowl. She couldn’t finish the sentence, as the chill from the man in front of her became palatable and all of her instincts seemed to yell only for her to turn and run - but that command wasn’t making its way through her nervous system, either. In a starring contest, this man would take first place without any difficulty; of that Thirteen was absolutely sure.
Taub, thankfully, broke the silence, after what had seemed like an eternity.
“Sir, we came here to try and find any information we might be able to get about Candace Aaronson,” he said coolly, seemingly not put nearly as on-guard as Thirteen had been. Perhaps it was his safer distance of several paces away; down one step and that much closer to a necessary escape.
“Candy?” the man’s face changed, but his expression was still impossible to comprehend. “What’s happened to her?”
“She’s in the hospital,” Thirteen replied, taking a step back and breaking the man’s gaze, blinking as she did and feeling as if her retinas had been burned with a laser pointer. “Do you know her?”
“I do,” the man’s voice was as cool as ever. “She is my niece.”
“And what’s your name, sir?” Taub prompted, beginning to get frustrated with the strange behavior. He didn’t seem particularly upset that his niece was sick, nor particularly dismissive, either. Wait until House gets a load of this guy.
To Taub’s surprise, the man held up a badge, and he exchanged looks with Thirteen.
“Detective Michael Tritter, Princeton PD,” the man hissed, “And you’re going to take me to her, now.” A little lower, he added, “This had better not be where I suspect it is.”
author: sydpenguinbunny
pairing: House/Wilson, 13/[surprise]
rating: PG-13, thus far
summary: House is trying to continue his life without incident after the events from S7, but people from his past keep coming back...
warnings (if any): Spoilers for 7x23.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
“So what’s with you and Chase, lately?” Taub inquired as Thirteen drove, in silence, towards Candy Aaronson’s residence. “You two seem pretty… close.” Thirteen turned and looked at him, before scoffing and returning her eyes to the road.
“What’s with you and half of Princeton?” she retorted. “You got TWO women pregnant, Taub. We’re doctors, I thought we were expected to know about birth control.”
“What’s up with HOUSE lately?” Taub continued, not noticeably reacting to her comment. “He drove his car into Cuddy’s house.”
“Well, there’s a kind of irony to it,” Thirteen mused, “He’s House and he ran into HER house… Guess it’s a good thing she decided not to press charges. The last thing we need is a bunch of cops swarming around and getting House arrested.” She paused and sighed. “I do really miss Cuddy, though. I don’t think I’ve seen head or tails of the new Dean since he got here.”
“Well, Dr. Gray probably still isn’t fully aware of what he’s dealing with, yet,” Taub replied. “Or maybe he does and is just trying to postpone the inevitable - oh, here it is.” He gestured towards a large white house, surrounded by a brick wall.
“Looks a little out of a college student’s price range,” Thirteen pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
“Could live with the parents,” Taub suggested.
“No, they were listed as next of kin, but their phone numbers were all the way in New Mexico,” Thirteen replied. “Whoever owns this house, it’s not the parents, presumably.”
“Rich boyfriend?”
“Well, if so, she wasn’t out with him last night.” Thirteen reached out and popped the lock, before getting out of the car and slamming the door. “She was out clubbing, apparently.”
“Miss those days?” Taub inquired as he got out the passenger’s side, and Thirteen cocked her head to the side, detecting a small hint of a leer.
“No, I wasn’t really the club-slut type, Taub - sorry to ruin all of your fantasies,” she retorted. “Too busy trying to actually graduate from college…” The bickering ended as they walked through the front gate of the yard, warily looking around for dogs or other potential complications.
“No car in the driveway,” Taub pointed out. “The lights are on - but I think we’re in the clear.”
“We better knock first,” Thirteen suggested, “Just in case. Didn’t Masters and Chase find a woman living under piles of clothing a while back?” Taub nodded.
“She was a hoarder.” Thirteen gave a disappointed sigh.
“Looks like I missed a lot while I was away.” She slowly sauntered up the steps and rapped on the door. After they had waited a few moments, she knocked again.
“Go ahead,” Taub suggested, fiddling in his pocket for something that would make an easy lock-pick, wondering how this seemed to come so much more easily to some other members of the team.
Taub’s head was still down, and Thirteen was still looking at him, when the door opened.
“I trust you’re about to let me know why you look like you’re about to break into my home,” came a frozen voice, deathly calm and betraying just a hint of smoldering rage. Thirteen looked up and found her blue-green eyes staring into ice-blue ones.
“Uh,” was all that came out of Thirteen’s mouth at first; she was standing uncomfortably close to the man that had emerged; he was in his fifties, with white-blonde hair and an unreadable expression on his face, lips pursed into a scowl. She couldn’t finish the sentence, as the chill from the man in front of her became palatable and all of her instincts seemed to yell only for her to turn and run - but that command wasn’t making its way through her nervous system, either. In a starring contest, this man would take first place without any difficulty; of that Thirteen was absolutely sure.
Taub, thankfully, broke the silence, after what had seemed like an eternity.
“Sir, we came here to try and find any information we might be able to get about Candace Aaronson,” he said coolly, seemingly not put nearly as on-guard as Thirteen had been. Perhaps it was his safer distance of several paces away; down one step and that much closer to a necessary escape.
“Candy?” the man’s face changed, but his expression was still impossible to comprehend. “What’s happened to her?”
“She’s in the hospital,” Thirteen replied, taking a step back and breaking the man’s gaze, blinking as she did and feeling as if her retinas had been burned with a laser pointer. “Do you know her?”
“I do,” the man’s voice was as cool as ever. “She is my niece.”
“And what’s your name, sir?” Taub prompted, beginning to get frustrated with the strange behavior. He didn’t seem particularly upset that his niece was sick, nor particularly dismissive, either. Wait until House gets a load of this guy.
To Taub’s surprise, the man held up a badge, and he exchanged looks with Thirteen.
“Detective Michael Tritter, Princeton PD,” the man hissed, “And you’re going to take me to her, now.” A little lower, he added, “This had better not be where I suspect it is.”