Some of the reels were heartbreaking, full of bad memories and pain. Others though- Others weren't so bad. Otheres were just events from his past- with the added bonus of an inside look into Veronica and Duncan's lives as well. All the things they'd hid from him, all the things he'd wondered about
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He knew he should walk over and flip the switch. Just kill it. But he got sucked into watching.
"God, he's such a little shit," Jack muttered under his breath. He'd caught a glimpse of that attitude in the dream they'd shared, but that had been a pale comparison to what he was seeing now.
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"I was just enjoying some- treasured memories," he said flatly, his tone low and dry, even as his lips curled up into a grin.
He was about to take a swing at the guy who'd been messing with his girlfriend, only to have Weevil call him aside to talk. ...Weevil was a lot of things, most of them negative, but he was probably the only decent member the PCHers had ever had.
Leaning over, he clicked off the reel. "Kaitlin Ford, my first real girlfriend after Lilly. ...She was cheating on me with the nephew of my housekeeper. I knew how to pick 'em back then."
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"Well...she's pretty," Jack offered. It wasn't much of an offering, considering he'd say the same about practically everyone.
"So. What prompted the trip down memory lane? I thought you'd had enough of Neptune. And this was, what, five years ago?"
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He put the reel back in the tin and picked up the next one a moment later. 1x5, You Think You Know Somebody.
Shrugging, he loaded it up just to see what it was.
"Call it morbid curiosity."
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He left the room again and went to do just that, trying to think of something for them to do as he headed down the hall. There wasn't all that many options on the island, but there had to be something...
He came back a few minutes later, wearing a grin. "You know what would be fun? You told me once there was a fair or something inside the TARDIS. I think it's time you won me a stuffed bear."
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"What?" he replied, having to tear his eyes away and focus on the guy in front of him. "A bear? What?"
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"You know I get it, if you're curious. I don't care if you watch them. I don't have anything to hide from you. I trust you not to spread anything around about Ronnie. ...Anyway, I was saying you should take me to the fair. I think we've reached that point in our relationship where you give me disgustingly sappy bears and flowers."
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"Okay," he agreed without any more hesitation. Maybe some day he'd give in and watch some of the reels labeled VERONICA MARS...but not today. Honestly, probably not ever. As curious as he was about Logan's life in Neptune, he was painfully aware of two things. It sucked and the reels had a nasty habit of only showing the most damning slices of life. Open invitation or not, he'd pass.
"Let's go. I've got the key in my pocket."
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"You know..." he started, taking the reel from the projector and tucking it away before they left, "...the last time I was in the TARDIS, I found the chem lab. The Doctor was helping me get the stuff to make your refrigerator work. Before that, I took Polly on a little tour. We rode the roller coaster. We also went to the butterfly garden. She's a sweet kid. Do you know her?"
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"Polly's...Polly. And you don't seriously have a problem with me having friends, do you?" he asked. A sick knot settled low in his gut and just made him scowl harder. House had never even bothered to learn his friends's names. Hearing Logan talking about Neil like that...
He shouldn't be reacting like this, he thought, but he couldn't help it. It hit one of the very few things he was sensitive about.
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"I think you need to meet Polly if you think she might be some kind of competition. I mean..." He began to laugh a little. "...She's eighteen. She's...she's nothing like you. She's just a girl."
Which was what he could say about most people anymore. They were just a girl, just a boy, just a woman, just a man. No one caught his attention any more. Not like that.
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