[Back in Black]

[pwnsgod]

Who: Gregory House
What: Movin' in day
Where: His new place on Butcher St.
When: Mid-Afternoon
Status: TOTALLY OPEN
Note: This is not the same House as before. (Or is it, and he just doesn't know?) If you're confused, please read the new profile.

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[notdead_poet]

Neil was walking down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets and a bounce in his step, when it happened. He'd been on his way to the coffee shop, and planned on maybe giving a certain blue-eyed someone a call to meet him, and he'd turned down the corner at Butcher Street.

And out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure that stopped him dead in his bouncy tracks. A tall, lean, motorcycle-driving figure. With a cane on the side of his bike. And an all-too-familiar motorcycle jacket.

Neil had seen that jacket hanging over the side of the couch every day for almost two years. He'd seen that figure limping to the breakfast table every morning for that long.

He felt his heart explode inside him, and hadn't even realized he'd moved until he was on the driveway and throwing his arms around the man who had just climbed off his bike. "House! Oh my God, House, you're back! I can't believe you're back!"

[pwnsgod]

House knew that pitch and tone. It wasn't the same as the one back in Princeton, but it was similar enough to make House turn. Instinctively.

Oh Christ. Some... one, thing, it... was hugging him. "Uh. I don't put out on the first date. Why don't you let go and call my Daddy for permission."

[notdead_poet]

Neil was pretty sure he was crying already, but he laughed in some mix of amusement and relief at House's quip. It was so familiar and so House and of course House wouldn't just hug him back and admit he missed him too. Of course he had to throw out an insult and act completely unmoved first. Neil humored him and stepped out of his personal bubble, but continued to grin at him. "How are you? Where have you been? Would it have really killed you to call or something? And where is Wilson?" Neil's eyes widened as the sudden sobering thought hit him. "You didn't break up, did you?"

[pwnsgod]

Oh, Fuck no. Oh, Fuckin' Hell No. House had spent the last three months talking to Amber's hallucination, and now Wilson's long-lost-kid-brother showed up not having aged a day in ten years? Fuck. That. Shit.

House almost got back on his bike and sped away. Alas, the words, "How can I break up with someone I was never friends with," poured out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Damn.

"How the hell do you know about Wilson? And who the hell are you?"