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happy birthday to me

Jun 11, 2009 20:07

House could remember his twenty-fifth birthday very well. Or at least, the earlier part of the evening - it started to get a little fuzzy past the part where he'd done a line of coke off of an exotic dancer's stomach. He'd had some good friends in med school, the kinds of friends that take you to strip clubs on your birthday and slip a couple of ( Read more... )

pamela barnes, polly o'keefe, jack harkness, the doctor, dr. allison cameron, dr. greg house, dr. rob chase

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dr_girlscout June 12 2009, 02:43:05 UTC

"Hey," Cameron said, perching on the arm of his chair. Strange as it was to be in the compound all the time, she'd refused to let it trick her into dressing professionally for that time as well. Her current mode of dress was far more pajama-oriented, boxer shorts and a tank top. A small wrapped plate was in her hands.

"I have something for you."

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 02:49:19 UTC

House sighed and his eyes traveled from her face to what she was holding. "I just hope to god it's not viagra."

dr_girlscout June 12 2009, 03:12:09 UTC

Cameron grinned at him. "Just some..." She flashed the cover open, showing a plate of brownies. "Well, it's not viagra. I've never found you in need of it," she added. "Though my other plan is similar, but I think you'll find it more effective and pleasant."

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 03:31:33 UTC

House couldn't help it; his mouth twitched up a little.

"Are these special brownies?" he asked hopefully.

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sortofaman June 12 2009, 02:43:24 UTC

The Doctor knew.

Don't ask how the Doctor knew, because most definitely he wouldn't have told anyone; it was entirely feasible that he either: got it out of Chase in a moment of weakness, or looked it up one day in the clinic when he was bored.

That said, he hadn't been unprepared. He even had a present, provided House wouldn't throw it at him. "Hey."

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 02:50:34 UTC

House looked up with obvious reluctance. He had a feeling that the Doctor knew; it was that obnoxious combination of a photographic memory and being nosy as hell.

"Hi."

sortofaman June 12 2009, 02:52:15 UTC

"You look," said the Doctor, "like hell." He sat down, uninvited, because when did House ever invite, and when did House ever ask for an invitation. "Snow, or life?"

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 02:55:28 UTC

House gave him A Look. "When's the last time you saw me not looking like hell?" he asked pointedly.

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captainjack June 12 2009, 03:22:59 UTC

Jack knew exactly what day it was. It wasn't like he was going to forget. There were a lot of things he'd never forget, and House...he was a big one.

He had no gift, though. Not unless House wanted a dirty shirt. Jack had spent the morning cleaning off the lanai of snow and downed leaves and branches, then had moved on to the other huts in Bohemia. Once he got started, he figured he may as well do Donna's hut, and Benny's, and Maureen's, and Bagoas's. And now he was filthy and starving and in the kitchen with a man he painstakingly avoided because he had made a promise. He'd keep out of House's way.

Still, he couldn't keep from looking over at him while he made himself a plate heaping with food. And he might have smiled. A little. Just once.

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 03:30:54 UTC

Right, because what House really wanted to be reminded of when he was now officially Old was his gorgeous ex who didn't look a day over thirty and was shacked up with a kid half House's age. He didn't feel like smiling.

"Go ahead, say it," he muttered.

captainjack June 12 2009, 03:36:04 UTC

Jack looked up from his plate, which he was concentrating on and trying to be generally unnoticeable. House's words made him pause and weigh the options of saying anything at all to the man. In the end he settled on a simple,

"Happy Birthday, Greg."

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 03:55:15 UTC

"Yeah, okay," House said, since 'thank you' didn't really seem appropriate. He almost surprised himself by how miserable he sounded, so he just took a bite of his sandwich.

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extra_psychic June 12 2009, 05:04:59 UTC

This place was huge. When the snow had let up she'd gotten some help getting to this compound thing. Having a length of bamboo to use for a cane helps a lot, but she's still trying to find her way around.

The taps against the floor precede her entry into the kitchen. She can tell where she's at by the scent, and the room sounds big. Food and people...it's not quite that bar of Neil's, but it'll do. She stands still, tapping her cane on the tile as she gets her bearings, then turns her face toward the human being she can get a fix on.

"There's a coffee pot in here, right?" she asks.

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 05:11:57 UTC

House looked up at the voice. Even without the telltale glasses and cane, he could tell a blind chick just from the way she moved.

"There is," he said. "Four paces north and try not to burn the shit out of your hand."

extra_psychic June 12 2009, 05:20:25 UTC

Pam nods briefly and turns that way, walking until she feels the counter against her waist. A sweep of her hand reveals where the heat is and she moves to stand in front of it, then reaches up and lays her hand on a cupboard door. She's definitely not helpless, although a little direction never hurt anyone.

She opens it slowly and pulls out a cup. Everything is slow, methodical, and calculated, and before long she has herself a half a cup. As she works through the steps, she can feel his eyes on her. She's gotten used to the sensation of being watched and now it's just part of the day. She can't see, but someone's always watching.

"And if you think that was entertaining, you should see what I can do with a ping pong ball," she says dryly, facing him almost directly. His voice gave his position away, so it's no trick to turn toward him.

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 05:28:20 UTC

"Oh yeah? I'm pretty sure I've got some if you want to demonstrate," House said. His eyes flicked down to her cane. It wasn't as badass as his, of course.

"Though I'd be careful what you put in your mouth around here. Can't really tell the difference between moonshine and battery acid too easily."

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polly_okeefe June 12 2009, 05:40:13 UTC

At the end of my shift behind the IPD desk, I decided to go down to the kitchen to have a bite and perhaps help Briony for a little while, to make up for unceremoniously ditching her to the kitchen work. I didn't see her around, but I did see this grizzled gentleman glowering at his sandwich. As I made my own, I noticed him talking briefly with the Doctor, and giving him a look which reminded me a lot of Jaye.

I frowned at that. Could this be Jaye Tyler's father? No. No other family resemblance.

As I brought my sandwich to the table, I nodded and smiled at the Doctor as he left. The man remained. And, in spite of my better judgement, I decided to try to be friendly.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked.

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 05:49:20 UTC

House looked up, then glanced over her shoulder, then back at her. "I didn't realize this place came with a wait staff," he said.

polly_okeefe June 12 2009, 06:00:05 UTC

My lips tightened at that remark. If he wasn't related to Jaye Tyler, I might have to get the woman to meet this guy. If it didn't cause some critical mass reaction, that is.

"No," I said, firmly. "Not anymore, anyway. I was just asking. Because I was getting myself something. Thought I'd offer to save you a trip."

misanthrope_md June 12 2009, 14:19:55 UTC

"Most of the time the trip's the best part," House said. Rimshot. "But no, I've just about finished my mystery lunch meat."

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