Day Twenty-Three: Hissy Fit
Who: Lizzy
Where: Barracks
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG
Invasion: *grin*
Status: Open / Ongoing
Summary: Do we still do those?
( Got a plan of action and cold blood // and it smells of defiance )
Where: Barracks
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG
Invasion: *grin*
Status: Open / Ongoing
Summary: Do we still do those?
( Got a plan of action and cold blood // and it smells of defiance )
"Are you... one of the sparkly kind?" Lizzy asked curiously, peering at Spike. He didn't strike her as a sparkly kind, but then - there wasn't a lot of sun here. Maybe he did sparkle.
House was hobbling along the grounds, figuring that he'd made the right call when he'd opted to stay in the other illusion. He'd opted to stay in the other illusion, right?
Huh. Maybe he hadn't.
He spotted two kids moving toward a building, wondered if he recognized them, wondered if he cared, and started hobbling in their direction. "Hey!" he called out as he approached. "Hey, you have any ETA on when this stupid dream is going to end? Because I've got patients to diagnoses, you know. Can't be just sitting around all day sleeping."
Lizzy peered up in confusion at the strange man that had approached them, moving to hide behind Spike's leg, peering up at him nervously. She was exceptionally skittish today.
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He nodded to the man's question. "Midnight, mate. So the story goes at any rate. That's the usual sort of plan." He rested a hand lightly on Lizzy's head when she hid behind him. "'less you're from here to begin with, in which case, it won't end for you."
He thought he recognized the man from DauphinMare, though he'd never met him - and it could just as easily be a body double.
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"You're not sleeping," she accused. "This isn't a dream."
House rolled his eyes, brandishing his cane at the young toddler, and looked up at Spike in a way that suggested he thought Spike should have more control over the kid, as her apparent guardian before turning his head back to address the kid. He'd have knelt down if it didn't hurt so much, since he'd been unable to find a MedLab to steal vicodin from so far, so his leg was hurting him more than usual.
"Listen, kid," he said gruffly. "I don't know why I'm dreaming you up, what purpose you're supposed to serve, but if it's annoying the ever living hell out of me? You're doing a bang up job."
His eyes settled on Spike again. "No, the original place was that DauphinMare crap. Guess I needed to see the other side for one reason or another. I solved the case long ago. It's Hereditary Coproporophyria," he beamed like he'd accomplished something incredibly amazing, and the other two should be suitably impressed, though he didn't really expect them to be.
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"I'm glad you solved your ... whatever you were working on, but we're from DauphinMare as well. Been transported over to the other side, 'parently for the day. We'll be back tonight, and then you can ..." he made a gesture. "Go home."
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He nodded his head though. They were both from DauphinMare. That was interesting.
"Isn't she new, though?" he asked, peering toward Lizzy. "I mean, come on, welcome back."
Lizzy just scowled at House, clutching tightly to Spike's pant leg.
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Which was irrelevant, he supposed, and he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"As for this not bein' a dream, anythin' we can do to prove it isn't? No, because you'll say, whatever we say, well, isn't that a fucked up thing for me to be dreaming about, and you'll just argue it."
He paused, then glanced to Lizzy. "Pardon my French. Probably shouldn't be usin' words like that 'round a bit like you."
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He didn't really think that. He was just amused by how defensive the both of them were getting over it. Her with her body language - and if this guy wasn't the guardian, then what was he doing watching over someone else's kid? Annoying do-gooders - and Spike with his words.
"Nope!" he said when Spike asked if there was anything that could convince him this wasn't a dream - and that was probably for the best, anyway. If he knew it wasn't a dream... wasn't like he'd take it terribly well.
Lizzy scowled at House, and was close to arguing with him that he was being a stupid head and that he wasn't ever going to wake up because he was really here and not dreaming when Spike apologized for his language. She shook her head to indicate that the apology was largely unnecessary. It wasn't like she hadn't heard worse, particularly with being around here.
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He stroked Lizzy's hair lightly before he nodded toward the greenhouse. "We were just on our way to look at some pretty flowers, mate. You're welcome to come with us an' see what sort you've dreamed up for us to look at, yeah?"
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Their side. She grinned a little at that. She'd been there for, what? One day? But it was her side now in her mind, too.
"I mean, he was rude first," she pointed out stubbornly.
House smirked a little at that. He didn't really have any interest in seeing the flowers, but if it would annoy them - or one of them, at least - to have him tag along, he'd do it.
"Why not?" he said airily. "People are always saying that I should take more time to just sit back and smell the roses. Maybe this is what they were talking about?"
It was clear from his tone that he didn't think this is what they'd been talking about at all, and knew it. But he supposed they already knew that about him.
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"Let's hope there's some roses in there for you. Ones with big thorns. Might stick right up your nose. Maybe then you wouldn't be so set on the idea this is a ruddy dream."
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"The fact that you are gullible enough to buy into this other world crap right away should not reflect badly on me," House pointed out, before he shrugged. "And what makes you think just because you're polite I won't knock things around with my cane? I'm just as capable of hitting things when people are polite to me as when they aren't," he said smugly.
He ignored the roses comment, though, having nothing particularly witty to respond with at the moment, which annoyed him, because that sounded like one of those comments he'd think of something really great to reply with later.
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"It's not a dream, mate. Believe it, don't believe it, no skin off my back, but it is what it is."
Upon reaching the greenhouse, he drew the door open for Lizzy, to let her in first. He glanced then to House, brows elevated as he wondered if the other man was going to join them or not.
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House paused, thoughtful at Spike's words. He smirked slightly, nodding his head a bit. "Touche," he agreed to the comment about affecting Spike's day. But he did move forward into the greenhouse, surveying the plants critically with a raised eyebrow. He wondered what use a bubble with no sun would have for a greenhouse, but opted not to ask.
"So..." he trailed off. "This is what your side does for fun around here?" he asked with a small smirk.
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"But yeah, doesn't really look like there's a lot to do by way of fun 'round here. No wonder everyone's retreating to DauphinMare," he muttered. Not that he minded, really; if they won a victory by default, so be it.
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Lizzy peeked out from behind one of the tables near the back, giggled a bit and nodded before disappearing again behind another one, playing some sort of imaginary game with herself where she was chasing someone around. It had been something she used to do a lot in the castle.
He gave the last word a bit of extra enthusiasm. Then frowned slightly when Spike started watching out for Lizzy. "What are you, like her guardian in training?" he said, mildly curious. The black trench coat and bleached hair meant that Spike didn't strike him the parental sort.
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His eyes flicked to Lizzy once, though he was mostly using his ears to keep track of her - her breathing, heartbeat, making sure she was all right.
Leaning against one of the long tables, hands braced behind him, Spike studied House curiously.
"So are you always so grumpy, or is it just the extenuating circumstances that's put a bee in your bonnet?"
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