Who: Thirteen, Greg House, Angie Wilson-House, various small animals Where: Their backyards When: The afternoon after Thirteen moves in Rating: PG Status: complete.
"Bruce," Angie said with her hands on her hips, "Sit."
The little dalmatian puppy just scratched behind its ears. They'd been at this for ten minutes. Bruce just ignored Angie, who had run out of treats. If she fed him anymore, he might get sick. Not good.
Angie sighed. She tackled the puppy and started to rub it's belly. "Fine. Sitting lessons are over for now."
Bruce's ears perked up and he looked toward the fence. Angie looked too. There was a woman -- young and skinny -- in the other yard. She screamed at the kitten. Ruh-Oh, Angie thought. Where was Bruce's leash?
Oh shit, shit. There was a person over there. Pascha was over there. And another person. But Pascha. Um. Uh. Um. Thirteen's mind started swimming: she buried her face in Thicket's fur again. "Um ... hello?" she called back hesitantly.
"Um ... I - I - I know, I'm - I'm just ... figuring out what to do about it." Twenty-three steps to the gate. Into the ... the next backyard. Which had Bruce, whatever he was (and Pascha) and this strange person (child? under the spell of this Bruce?) and whatever else in it. "What do I do now?" Thirteen wondered out loud. Twenty-three steps and open the gate and -
House left Angie inside. She didn't want to talk to him, not after she found him with Sev. Angie just said that the neighbor hurt herself in their yard. Well, yippie-skippy. Seemed like exactly the type of neighbor he wanted.
The young woman was thin and pale, but pretty -- really, really pretty, if you went for that type. Her eyes were red from the crying. Oh, Great, House thought as he walked up to her.
"Are you kidding me?" He said as he looked down at her. "And I'm not libel, so don't even think of trying to scam me."
Oh god, he was angry and she'd left the oven on and she'd probably never be able to get back inside again - "I'm sorry! I - just - Pascha -" she flailed her arms in the air generally in the direction of the kitten - "the yard - the dog - and I - I can't - oven." Smooth. Very smooth. Hellfire.
She took a deep breath and let it out very, very slowly. "Yes." Breathe. "My - my name is - Thirteen - I just moved in next door - and I - my cat got into - your yard, and your little girl said she had to hold the dog - and so - I had to come and - and, and get him, and - I - " Breathe. "I kind of - kind of slipped. I - I'm n-not going to - to sue you, or anyth-anything, god I hate lawyers."
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The little dalmatian puppy just scratched behind its ears. They'd been at this for ten minutes. Bruce just ignored Angie, who had run out of treats. If she fed him anymore, he might get sick. Not good.
Angie sighed. She tackled the puppy and started to rub it's belly. "Fine. Sitting lessons are over for now."
Bruce's ears perked up and he looked toward the fence. Angie looked too. There was a woman -- young and skinny -- in the other yard. She screamed at the kitten. Ruh-Oh, Angie thought. Where was Bruce's leash?
"Hello?" Angie called out.
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Pascha was over there.
And another person.
But Pascha.
Um. Uh. Um. Thirteen's mind started swimming: she buried her face in Thicket's fur again.
"Um ... hello?" she called back hesitantly.
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"Be good," she said in her firmest tone. "Don't hurt the kitty."
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"What do I do now?" Thirteen wondered out loud.
Twenty-three steps and open the gate and -
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The young woman was thin and pale, but pretty -- really, really pretty, if you went for that type. Her eyes were red from the crying. Oh, Great, House thought as he walked up to her.
"Are you kidding me?" He said as he looked down at her. "And I'm not libel, so don't even think of trying to scam me."
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Smooth. Very smooth. Hellfire.
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House just rolled his eyes toward the sky. God, a nut job.
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Breathe.
"My - my name is - Thirteen - I just moved in next door - and I - my cat got into - your yard, and your little girl said she had to hold the dog - and so - I had to come and - and, and get him, and - I - "
Breathe.
"I kind of - kind of slipped. I - I'm n-not going to - to sue you, or anyth-anything, god I hate lawyers."
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