Sunday twilight: House

[sortofaman]

The Doctor didn't usually throw parties: he crashed them. (It had come to the point where he considered himself as Probably Invited Anyway If They Knew Me, and with that attitude, one could bullshit one's way in and out of anywhere

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[captainjack]

Jack came down from his room very late in just his jeans looking rather well-shagged. The sounds of the woman had faded and Jack had waited until she was asleep before coming down to find something to eat. He was famished.

As he rubbed his eyes, he smiled at the Doctor whose hair was a source of nonstop amsement.

"Hey. Hi," he said.

[I know I'm late. I'm sooo sick. Forgive me? *is cute*]

[sortofaman]

"Hey. Good afternoon?" the Doctor said, glad that there was no more sex noise. He had no idea who it was, and that was probably best. He rubbed his jaw a little, then winced.

((No problem. This was for House to find out about the punch, and we could have just handwaved.))

[captainjack]

Jack looked t his wist, the watch long gone, and laughed. "Is it pm or am?" he asked as he grabbed a banana. "We kind of lost track of time...but yeah. It's been good."

He took an enormous bite and pointed to the wincing and rubbing. "Wha ha-henned?"

[Handwaving is good. We got the go ahead so the Doctor needs to know for plotty.]

[sortofaman]

"It's five thirty, Jack. PM," the Doctor said, looking slightly exhausted. "I've been running around delivering invites for Wednesday. Between that and this morning, I'm knackered."

He paused, looked hesitant, and then said, "I was punched. By one James Wilson, MD."

((I'd kinda like to know what the plot is first...))

[captainjack]

Jack swallowed hard and pointed at him with the banana. "Wilson hit you?" he asked, utterly amazed.

Maybe he was less stable than Jack had assumed. All in all, maybe Lisa had made the better choice.

"I've just been trying to use the feathers for part of my costume for the play and...um, yeah. I'm working on a baby too."

[sortofaman]

"Yes. Apparently he didn't like what I had to say." The Doctor leaned against a tree, eyes closed...

And then he opened them, doing a double take. "I'm sorry, what?"

Oh. My god. He blanched.

[captainjack]

"Oh, well. He doesn't like what anyone has to say, it seems. So the costume...I figured out this great way to take the wing and tail feathers and lay them together to make a mask, and I mae horns out of boar's teeth and, yeah," he explained, taking another bit to give himself some time. Somehow he knew the Doctor would look like that when he told him.

"I've got great genes, I'm healthy. Strong. Good looking. Smart. Is it so weird someone would ask me to...you know?" he asked, eyes darting upward in the direction of his room.

[sortofaman]

Ignoring the entire Calaban bit, the Doctor stared, slack-jawed. "So you're someone's sperm donor that's more fun than a bleeding turkey baster?" he said. "Did you even possibly take the legalities into consideration? Child support, the role you'd play, what rights you'd have if she changed her mind about either? More negotiations than a diplomatic treaty and that's without the usual Earth courts. Not just two twists of dioxyribonucleic acid."

[captainjack]

Jack bristled at being called a sperm donor and stepped back.

"You know, I put a lot more thought into things than you give me credit for. Yeah...I'm going to give her a basket of fish and two mangoes a month to raise my kid. When tax time comes around I get to claim it every other year. I get to teach it how to cook and she'll make sure it knows calculus and we're on a fucking island in the middle of nowhere! You really think I did this on a whim?" he asked, his voice rising.

[sortofaman]

"No, I just don't get why you'd do it now, on this 'fucking island in the middle of nowhere', and who is so goddamned special that you're going to have a child with her and that yet I've never met her!" the Doctor replied, hackles raising.

He felt...betrayed.

[captainjack]

"Because here there's no risk of paradox," he said, looking at the Doctor like he might be a little daft. "Here I finally can. No Time Agency. No leaving...I think that part is painfully clear. You want to meet her? She's upstairs...but keep it quiet. House will come unglued."

That much he knew. Actually House and Chase and Wilson if he found out.

"It's Lisa. Cuddy."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor stared at him. "You are fucking insane," he said, and turned on his heel, walking off.

[captainjack]

"Really, I'm not," he said quietly as he turned and got another banana...and then another in case she was hungry.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor shook his head and stalked into the woods. "You don't know anything about it," he muttered, and headed into the brush.