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[sh_hereisgone]

WHO: Daisya Barry sh_hereisgone and Greg House causticguy
WHAT: A meeting after a long time apart
WHERE: The cave on the beach where Daisya's been hiding
WHEN: Current time (someone tell me when that is if it needs to be added and I will~)

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[causticguy]

Wake up calls sometimes came in weird damn ways. They came from realizing that you'd been set back on your heels somehow, gotten put on the defensive waiting to react to events and the actions of others rather than changing events with actions yourself. They came from realizing, suddenly, that you had handed over control to someone without even noticing it.

They came from seeing your friend's ex-lover turn up out of the blue with apparent memory loss and a sudden personality change and realizing that what was most anomalous about the situation was that you'd allowed your friend to go missing for the better part of a month while you sat barricaded in your house peering into microscopes and waiting for the snarl of complications you were wrapped up in to unwind itself.

It wasn't that House hadn't wondered where Daisya had gotten off to. And it certainly wasn't that he didn't care. It was just that he had, in a way, been lulled into distraction by circumstances that pretended to be beyond his control. So he hadn't actively gone looking for him, and it was only now that he did, finally, that he realized how overdue it was.

He'd set through the city on his wheels, rolling up and down the streets, many of which still bore the too-fresh scars of the bombing and fires. He passed through it all with a sense of unreality: his gut told him to go look further out. So he'd stashed the chair in a copse of trees by the beach and headed out on foot, his cane slipping in the deep soft sand and his leg aching more with each step.

It was almost an accident that he'd found the cave mouth. Actually, he'd almost fallen into it, losing his balance, his bad leg buckling a little, and when he stopped to pop another vicodin he spotted it.

He was sweaty and a little out of breath when he entered, pausing just inside to let his eyes adjust, his body silhouetted by the glow of the setting sun behind him. There was a shadow there, darker than the shadows around it. He limped a few steps closer and the shadow resolved itself into something Daisya-shaped. He looked like hell, and for once in his life House didn't know what to say.