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[its_neverlupus]

Who: House, Foreman, Touma
What: Out of one and into another
When: October 17th, Afternoon
Where: Royal Base medical ward

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[housesitting]

Foreman's eyebrows arched up as House finally came to. It had taken him a day or so to actually REACH one of these "light posts," and had thus not been there for very long.

Very slowly, he had started to accept this wasn't some freak hallucination. Beyond the extraordinary, things seemed to go about... in a rather normal manner. It was still hard to accept, but after several days of seeing all of it... it was almost beginning to be hard NOT to.

"That actually might be me," Foreman stated, getting up and walking over to his bedside. "Unless you've been shot in the exact same place again. And while I wouldn't rule out someone wanting to, the odds of that are..."

[its_neverlupus]

"Nonexistent. So is the odds of that...pet of yours existing. How the hell did my mind come up with that anyway?" He questioned himself before skipping to another train of thought.

"So...what patient to I get to massacre this time? Because the faster I get this done the faster I can tell Cuddy to use ketamine."

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"Ketamine?" Foreman's eyes widened, and he took a step back, sighing. "So, you hadn't... yet..."

Despite himself, he laughed. Whether at the ridiculousness of the entire situation, or... well. "That kid was right..."

He gave a long breath, crossing his arms. "...Cuddy's not here. Neither are Chase, Cameron, or Wilson. And... much as I may have tried to rationalize otherwise... you're not hallucinating."

[its_neverlupus]

"Yeah, that's what you said last time. I'm halucinating." He said.

Wait...

"...What kid was right about what?" He said, starting to get up. He needed to find Cuddy.

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"And that's what I was thinking two days ago," Foreman said, stepping back towards the bed and holding his hands out to prevent House from leaving where he was. "No. You're not. And again, you're not going to be finding Cuddy anywhere."

He sighed. Again. He could see he was going to be doing a lot of this.

"So is he your friend?" Gabumon asked quietly.

"No," Foreman replied, pretty much immediately, and then focused back on House. Gabumon just sort of frowned. "Okay. House. How long has it been since I almost died?"

[its_neverlupus]

"I'm not you're friend? I'm hurt. Let me go." He said, then Foreman asked his question.

"About a month. Why, suffering memory loss now?"

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"No, I'm not," Foreman argued. "You just got shot. Apparently. You don't need to be going anywhere."

He blinked at the answer.

"...no, unless you count remembering two years AFTER that as memory loss."

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Just then, Touma came into the room, flanked by Gaomon.

"I see our patient is awake," said the blond young man. "Dr. Gregory House, I assume? Welcome to the Royal Base."

[its_neverlupus]

Two years of memories gained?

Now, that was deffinetely pushing the rational into irrationality. Meaning he knew this was a hallucination, and since he knew and he hadn't been broken out of it yet? The fact that his mind had pushed it so far and he was still here? It meant only one thing.

...This was real.

He looked at the younger Chase look a-like then looked back at Foreman.

"What the hell is going on."

[crossstrategist]

Touma sighed.

"Dr. House," he said, "allow me to explain. You've been thrust into another world, where different time-lines intersect. Your friend her is from a reality much like your own, but is father ahead in the future."

He crossed his arms. "Many of us, however, are from different worlds entirely. ... If you want proof, look no further than Gaomon here."

Gaomon held up his hand and waved. "Hello."

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Foreman nodded. It was still HARD to accept, but... It couldn't really be denied at this point. The gunshot ALONE was some pretty heavy proof, before House had even woke up.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "That's... pretty much about the size of it."

"Then what is he?" Gabumon whispered again.

"...we work together."

Gabumon blinked. "...Your boss?"

...Foreman raised an eyebrow. "No."

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House stared.

And blinked.

He didn't notice the pink blur bounding in, shouting "GREG! GREG!" and clinging to his arm. Had he not currently be on a morphine drip he'd be BEGGING for some vicodin. Hell, he almost felt inclined to now.

There was only one response he could give.

"...What?"

[crossstrategist]

Touma sighed, and then smiled. "I'm afraid it's impossible to say it any better, Doctor," he said. "But... as long as you're here, you can count on DATS to help you."

Gaomon nodded. "That's our job. To help Tamers that can't help themselves."

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Foreman... barely resisted laughing as the pink mouse attached itself to House's arm. Her covered his mouth, turning his head away just slightly, though he couldn't really hide his smirk entirely.

"I... I think he's yours."

[its_neverlupus]

"Of course I'm his! I've been his ever since he started feeding me cheese! And I nearly saved your life you selfish jerk so show some respect yo!"

Cheese?

Saving Foreman?

House grabbed the Chuumon and held him up looking at him in disbelief. "Steve McQeen???"

"The one and onlY!" he said with a huge grin on his face. House looked back to Touma.

"What the hell happened to my rat?"

[crossstrategist]

"He was transformed into a digimon it seems," replied Touma. "Much like many things that are brought here with their companions by this world's god, Yggdrasil."