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07/03/2007 11:40:00
[info]walnutgingertea
Cook County Hospital
Cameron, considering she's looking into purchasing a home, is at work - because in order to accumulate funds, one must do something. In this case, she is being a doctor.

She's even happily covering her own clinic hours. She's not covering House this week - he'll have to do his own.

Feel free to stop in if medical attention is required.

Tags: allison cameron

 
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From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 20:23:10  

Medical attention isn't so much required as desired. Someone has a nasty burn on his hand.

"I just need something done quick," he says in irritation. Quick as in before it heals but he wants relief now.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 20:37:25  

"Uh, okay. Um, have a seat and let me look at your hand."

She grabs a pair of latex gloves and snaps them on.
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 20:39:00  

"Just put some mint or ointment or whatever on it," he says with a shake of his head. "It's burnt. I know it's burnt."

And he so doesn't want her to figure out what burnt it.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 20:41:55  

"Yes, I can see that." She lifts his hand to inspect the burn more closely and tries not to snicker. The shape is - familiar.

"I'll get you something to help the healing and a bandage." She goes to a drawer to get a few items... still trying not to laugh.
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 20:51:27  

"My girlfriend left it out," he says, trying to preempt the joke. "I didn't know it was still hot."

Though there's the fact that its in the wrong spot for that.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 20:59:16  

She really shouldn't laugh at a patient - she shouldn't, but he's trying so hard to convince her of... something.

"Right." She does not believe the girlfriend line at all.

She takes his hand and applies a burn cream, then the bandage. "Apply this every couple of hours and replace the bandage if it gets dirty." She hands him a small packet of burn cream. "And be careful around hot hair styling implements."
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 21:16:27  

He snorts, but doesn't say anything else because the cream is making it better.

It'll be gone in a day.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 21:22:47  

"Just be glad you got me and not my boss in here. You'd never live this down if it had been him." Surprisingly, she's smiling when she says that.
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 21:42:47  

He snorts and shakes his head.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 21:47:06  

"You don't believe me?" she asks while she's writing things on the chart.
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 21:51:41  

"Doesn't really matter," he says with a grin.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 22:08:45  

"Anyway. You're free to go. Come back in if you have any problems."
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 22:11:17  

He looks at her considering for a moment, the charm on full tilt as he considers the quickest way he could be all better... but then he breathes in.

"Yeah. Will do."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 07/10/2007 22:29:04  

"Did you need...um... anything else?"

Suddenly she feels like the air is too thick and that she might want to... then it's gone, mostly...
From: [info]always_thirsty Date: 07/10/2007 22:32:14  

He growls at himself before shaking his head and departing.
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07/20/2007 22:14:00
[info]x_van_helsing_x
Graceland Cemetery
It's nighttime in one of the largest cemeteries in Chicago and Van Helsing is facing off against one of the nastier critters of the night. He's poised, Tojo blades at the ready, to take down the beastie.

He'd welcome help - as long as he's sure the help is appropriately trained.

Tags: van helsing

 
07/24/2007 15:37:00
[info]ineedavicodin
Dr Gregory House is working the clinic. Mark this one down, folks. it doesn't happen often. And to be fair, he tends to hide out in exam rooms, under the guise of being with a patient.

It happens that he's currently between hide outs, and is looking through the files on the desk. Runny noses and coughs are pushed aside. Stomach pains too. He's looking for somethng a little more...challenging.

Tags: harry dresden, greg house

 
Comments
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/25/2007 16:07:28  

[What about strange burn that seems to be healing itself slowly, if vaguely inexplicably?]


I wouldn't be here, but I seem to have given myself a nice cut to my burned and knarled hand and I'm not sure how deep it actually is. I'm sure it just needs sutures, but hey, I could be wrong.

"Hi," I say to the bored-looking medical professional standing by the nurses' desk.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/25/2007 16:42:04  

House looks over at him, and up a few inches. "Hnh." There's a tilt of his chin. He's not intrigued enough, yet, to ask what the problem might be. "Sign in's over there." He uses his chin to point out the far side of the desk.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/25/2007 21:49:40  

I nod. "Yeah, I know. They told me to come see you."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/25/2007 21:59:50  

"They were mistaken." His eyes might have shifted to the hand. Maybe.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/25/2007 22:08:48  

I hold up my hand, the torn and tattered T-shirt slowly turning a nice, deep shade of red.

"So, the bleeding will stop on it's own then?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/25/2007 23:11:06  

"Eventually." Okay, his interest is peaking. "It'll either clot, or you'll bleed out, but it will stop. Eventually."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/25/2007 23:26:46  

"All right, but if I nicked a tendon, will I still have the almost non-existant use of my hand that I have now, or will it become completely useless?"

I'd rather the latter not become the case. I've worked too damned hard to get my hand to the point it is now - pseudo-almost-bendy.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/25/2007 23:45:16  

"Depends on a few factors. Exam one." He uses his cane to point out the way.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/25/2007 23:56:44  

I make my way into the room he points out and lean against the table. I hate sitting on those things unless I have to.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/26/2007 00:21:20  

"You want me to take a look, you sit your ass on the bed."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/26/2007 00:29:28  

"I'm not tall enough standing up? You want to jump my hips a couple inches higher, thus shifting the rest of me up? Whatever you say, doc."

I take a seat. I hate these damned things.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/26/2007 03:00:59  

"I'm the doctor. I say you sit, you sit. Hand." He's snapped on a pair of latex gloves. "And the truth."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/26/2007 11:18:21  

"I'm not a dog," I mutter, but I get up on the table and hold out my hand.

"What d'ya wanna know? Cut my hand. Deep. It hurts. It's bleeding."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/26/2007 16:39:59  

House isn't exactly gentle in moving the hand around to inspect it. He keeps hold, his thumb applying pressure to the palm, as he stretches to a supply drawer to get the materials needed to clean up the blood.

"You should be a doctor, being able to deduce things like that, you're bound to graduate head of the class."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/26/2007 21:21:21  

It should be noted that the only thing I can actually feel is his thumb pressing against the sigil in my palm and the throbbing from the cut itself.

"Yeah, thought about med school, but black magic seemed a cooler alternative."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/26/2007 23:23:12  

"Huh. I can see that." Greg shrugs, nonchalant. "Maybe you should tell me all about it."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/26/2007 23:29:37  

"All about what? How shielding myself from flamethrows turned my hand crispy or how opening the can of cat food with the awesomely dull hand can opener sliced my hand?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/27/2007 18:25:04  

He's getting interested now, and it's probably starting to show in his eyes. "Start with that." He nods, probing at the hand in question.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/27/2007 21:23:40  

"Which part?" I ask and watch my hand flinch and I can't tell if it's because he did something or because I *saw* him do something.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 00:20:54  

"The magic, duh." Greg rolls his eyes. That's an easy one. Sheesh. "Bring the offending can opener with you?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 00:26:52  

"Would've had the cat not run off with it after it hit the floor. It's not rusted - just old."

He gets a smirk for good measure.

"What do you want to know about the magic?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 12:58:06  

"Not what I want to know." House rolls his eyes. "What I need to know. To treat your hand. What happened. To. Your hand."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 17:24:11  

"I cut it. Magic had nothing to do with that. Unless you have some new technology that this hospital didn't tell me about before, you can't fix the burns."

And if he doesn't hurry up and fix the cut, he won't have to. Unless it's really deep. Hey, I had a nurse yell at me because a cut on my head had stopped bleeding by the time she got around to looking at it. I figure, same logic applies here. I just need to make sure I didn't damage any tendons or something.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 18:33:28  

The difference between House and that nurse, House wouldn't yell. He'd be fascinated. "This hospital didn't have me in attendance before." Not that he can fix the burns. But he can certainly inspect them a little more...in depth.

He's cleaned up the blood, as much as he can while it's still flowing. It's slowed down a bit, and appears to be clotting on its own. House frowns at it. "I think you're going live, Chief."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 19:08:25  

"No torn tendons or anything else important in there?"

And why's he so interested in my mangled hand?
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 19:12:17  

"Clean cut, pal." His interest is always a speculative thing. But the hand, in its own way, reminds him of his own leg. Add to that the suggestion of magic being involved, he's sold. "Stitches might help, but it'd be pretty tough on that leathery skin. Best bet's probably wrap it good, keep it clean and dry for a few days."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 19:27:56  

I nod. Hey, gotta be sure though, ya know?

"What's with the interest in my ugly hand?" I don't tend to show it to anyone, usually keep it tucked in a leather glove.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 19:32:59  

"How much mobility do you have?" Medical interest, see. He'll go with that.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 20:13:40  

"Enough to play the guitar badly."

It's a little harder to demonstrate now with the cut on my hand.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 20:45:39  

"Badly? Why play at all?" He cleans out the wound again, and inspects it once more. Just to be sure he didn't miss anything the first time.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 20:53:53  

"My other doctor says it's good for mobility."

I wince and my hand jumps under the sudden change from dry to wet.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 21:05:36  

"What other doctor?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 21:08:38  

That gets a nervous laugh. "He's a friend. Helps me out. Works with the dead more than the living. And he likes Polka."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 21:16:35  

"You see a mortician for a damaged hand?" This gets a look of shock.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 21:21:37  

"Less chance that I'll destroy anything that's useful for keeping people alive that way."

I frown a bit. "Hey, he knows his stuff. My hand is actually more mobile than it used to be."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/28/2007 22:31:28  

House shakes his head. "See, you can't say something like that and think I'm not going to question it. 'Course you had my at black magic. So spill. Cause there's something not right about you."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/28/2007 22:35:07  

"What do you want to know? I'm a wizard. I don't do black magic - the magic cops'll come around and take my head off with a magic sword."

Okay, that even sounded fucking ridiculous in my own head.

"And, if you're gonna grill me, could you at least buy me lunch?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/29/2007 00:03:21  

"Only if you're starving and we have to go right now." Any excuse to get out of clinic duty.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/29/2007 00:09:20  

"Easy date. Cool. Let's go."

I don't care why he wants to leave. I'm not keen on hospitals and I'm actually in need of lunch.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/29/2007 00:52:14  

Harry wouldn't know, but he should be honored that House would pay for someone else's lunch. It doesn't happen often. And it's purely out of insane curiosity, and nothing more.

"Where are we going, boss?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/29/2007 01:07:32  

"Best place to go and talk about weird shit is Mac's."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/29/2007 01:16:31  

"Then we go to Mac's." He's not picky. He just wants to get away from the hospital. "You have a car? I've got my bike."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/29/2007 01:19:37  

"As sexy as I think you are, we might be pushing it to have two cripples on a bike." Yes, Harry, play up the sarcasm and the jokes, that way he won't stick you with the check *or* expect sexual favors at the end.

I need a vacation.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/29/2007 16:34:15  

"We could enter the Special Olympics of something."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/29/2007 21:20:46  

"Perfect. Something really low tech though. Wouldn't want to make anything go 'boom' too early in the competition."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/29/2007 22:02:03  

"So what? You blow things up cause of the whole black magic deal?" Color him interested. He wants to know what makes this guy tick.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/29/2007 22:08:44  

I nod my head. "Minus the 'black' part. My magic is white."

I slide off the table. I can't sit there anymore. "So, do we wanna get outta here or would you rather hang out chatting in the exam room?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/30/2007 21:10:32  

"Yeah. Let's go." House leads the way out to the clinic lobby. he signs off on a chart. "Malnourished, gotta get him to eat." He smiles at the nurse, who rolls her eyes. He tips his head at Harry. "Let's go, Slick."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/30/2007 21:17:23  

"I'm also anorexic," I toss toward the nurse and wave my slightly bandaged hand at her as we leave.

"Feel free to amuse yourself by making jokes about my car," I tell him as we approach the not-so-blue-anymore Blue Beetle.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/30/2007 21:19:41  

"Wouldn't dream of it." Well, until he sees it. "You...fit in that thing?" House takes in the length of legs and torso, and mentally calculates how much room there is in a Beetle.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/30/2007 21:41:42  

"Sure. And I'm way taller than you, so you'll have no problem."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/30/2007 22:26:02  

"Six inches." Greg waves a dismissive hand. "And you may have a bum hand, but I've got a bad leg. I need leg room."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/30/2007 22:49:31  

"The seat slides back." I give him a look. Does he think my height is all in my head? Come on - tall, lanky guy with long legs.

"Get in the car. There's beer waiting."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 07/31/2007 15:42:46  

"I suppose I can make an exception." He folds himself into the passenger side, and immediately pushes the seat back as far as it will go.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 07/31/2007 17:32:00  

"Now you're just makin' fun of my car," I pout and slide into my usual semi-slump.
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07/30/2007 13:39:00
[info]walnutgingertea
New House (no, not the Greg one)
The realtor handed Cameron the keys and a file of information, shook her hand, packed her briefcase, smiled a brilliant smile, then took her leave. Honestly, Cameron hardly noticed anything after the handshake. She had her house and she didn't need anything else.

It wasn't a large house, but compared to her apartment in New Jersey, it was huge. She was tired of living in rented spaces and though it would be a bit of a stretch to pay for the house and its amenities, she loved having a place that was hers. Three bedrooms, two baths, kitchen and dining area, living room and a porch - all part of her little ranch-style house. From the street it looked small, but inside, there was plenty of room. Tons, in fact. Almost more than she needed. But it was perfect.



Cameron had been economical when she had packed up her New Jersey apartment and put everything into storage - she had gotten one of those large, portable storage containers so she could have her belongings shipped to wherever she ended up moving. So now, on the front lawn of her new house, she had a container full of her personal belongings being unloaded by young, handsome neighbors. She was helping, but also spending time diverting passes and invitations for dates. From time-to-time, she thought about phoning House to see if he wanted to come help, but decided that he'd be less help than speed bump and would rather he see the house once it was, at the very least, furnished.

"Thanks guys!" she smiled and waved as her neighbors returned to their homes. She'd paid them - not the way they would've liked, she was sure, but beer and cash went a long way toward soothing egos. She was certain they'd survive to hit on her another day.

Back inside, she sank into her comfortable chair and stared at the ceiling. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, peering up there now. Had something moved or was it just exhaustion? Cameron called it exhaustion and pushed herself from the chair. She needed to do a few more things before she completely crashed.

'A few more things' turned into four hours spent unpacking nearly every box, setting up her computer, making her bed and hanging old tapestries from college over the windows until she could get real curtains.

She stood in the middle of the living room, wiped a hand over her brow and gazed longingly at the large, unoccupied area of hardwood in the corner by the fireplace. A smile spread over her face and her eyes closed. She could almost hear the music as he played - her imaginary Greg playing an imaginary piano.

That would be the challenge. She had more than enough space - evidenced by the aforementioned gaping hole in her living room - and she knew he was still staying in that rat-trap of a motel by the highway. House had never asked her to his place - she figured he didn't want her to see where he'd put himself, what he thought of himself and she respected that to a degree. But she had a plan to convince him to stay with her. Move in. Share the space. Share the bills. She wanted him close. As much as she loved having him come visit at night, it saddened her that he wasn't there all the time.

She wanted to change that. Not him, just how often she saw him.

Now she's ready for him to stop by... sort of.

Tags: allison cameron, greg house

 
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From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/01/2007 23:35:11  

He'd kept his distance during the day. moving furniture and unpacking boxes wasn't his thing. But curiosity drove him to her new house, late in the evening.

He even stopped to pick up Chinese take out. His effort at "house warming". He knocked, using the handle of his cane. Using his fist was way over rated.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/01/2007 23:41:37  

Oh dear god, it's late and I need a shower... and other thoughts of a grumbly nature clatter through her head as she makes her way to the door. She's too tired to realize that what she heard was the sound of wood-on-door, or that it was a knock instead of the bell, so when she answers the door, she is a bit surprised to see who's on the other side. The person on the other side will probably notice the sweat-slicked hair, the dust residue and the grimey streaks on her skin.

However, her voice is tired when she speaks, "Wha-? How did you - ? What are you doing here?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/01/2007 23:58:43  

He looks over his shoulder at his bike in the drive way. "I can leave..."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/02/2007 00:08:22  

She shakes her head and suddenly, though she's sweaty and a little smelly, there's a smile on her face. Her hand reaches to shove stray hairs off the back of her neck - unsuccessfully - and she asks, "Would you like to come in?" as she pushes the door open and waves a hand toward the entryway.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/02/2007 13:59:24  

He swings te bag of take out. "I brought dinner." Which is a yes, and he steps inside, immediately looking around. The empty space, just right for a piano, does not escape his notice.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/02/2007 16:19:36  

She's thrilled he's there, but a little confused.

"How'd you know where I was?" She, literally, just moved in - she hasn't even filed her change of address with the hospital yet.

The door gets a push to close and she throws the locks - not paranoia, just habit - before she turns to lead him toward the kitchen-dining area. She waves toward the small breakfast table. "Have a seat. All I have to drink is water and a couple sodas. There might be one beer left." She turns an apologetic face on him. "I haven't been back to the store."

She scratches her head again. "And, um, tour after we eat?" she asks hopefully - she's starving.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/02/2007 21:30:20  

"Is it a walking tour?" He moves into the house, toward the table. He's interested, of course, but he can't let on. He's also not inclined, at the moment to divulge how he found her.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/02/2007 21:37:41  

"Little walking involved." If he stands just right he can see almost everything from just outside the kitchen into the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.

Her back's to him because she's digging in the fridge, then getting plates and utensils. On her way back, she holds up a sweating brown bottle. "One left. Yours if you want it." There's a bottle of water cradled in the crook of her elbow, while her other hand has the plates and forks.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/03/2007 00:56:18  

"You kept it on ice?" Because beer that had been cold, then warm, then cold again, not so good.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/03/2007 07:43:22  

She nods and stifles a yawn. "Yeah. Been in the fridge the whole time."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/04/2007 15:39:52  

"Gimme." He reaches to yank the beer out of her hand.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/04/2007 15:46:26  

She's too tired to play keep-away, so she lets him have the beer. And a plate and fork. She sits before cracking open her bottle of water and taking a long drink.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/04/2007 16:15:11  

He takes it all, and digs into the bags of Chinese. He's most definitely not watching her throat as she drinks.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/04/2007 16:33:26  

Of course he's not.

She puts the bottle down on the table. "What?"

Her turn.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/04/2007 17:03:12  

"What, what?" He widens his eyes, feigning innocence.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/04/2007 17:08:28  

"What are you looking at?"

Because now he's making her self-conscious.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/04/2007 17:47:06  

"You."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/04/2007 18:04:47  

Her cheeks flush and she licks her lips.

"Oh."

She doesn't know what to say. He's never done that before - made her feel shy. It's an odd mix of disconcerting and very sweet.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/04/2007 22:12:14  

"Yeah." He's not sure what to say either. He hates when he sets himself up for this sort of thing, this discomfort when he knows he should say something, but he's at a loss for what he could, or should, say, so he says nothing and creates an awkward silence instead.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/04/2007 22:22:35  

Crap.

The silence is definitely awkward and she has no better idea what to say to alter that than he does.

Though, there is the typical question at her disposal, even if he probably won't answer it.

"Why?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/04/2007 23:43:14  

"You're pretty."

It's a truthful enough answer. He's told her this much before. He's made her think that's why he hired her.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/05/2007 00:08:04  

She ducks her head a little, but smiles.

A nod toward the bags. "What'd'ya bring?" Subtle change of subject, no?
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/05/2007 00:22:25  

He waits a beat, then glances at the food. "Sweet and Sour Chicken, Moo Shoo Pork, Shimp Lo Mein, and spring rolls." No soup because he didn't trust it on the bike. "You can keep what's left over."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/05/2007 00:26:28  

A warm sensation pooled in her stomach and she glanced up at him. "Thanks." She didn't want to tell him that was even better because she was a little short on funds after getting all of the stuff set-up for the house and the cleaning supplies and a few other things and that was the real reason she was down to one beer - she hadn't been able to go to the store, because she didn't exactly have enough money to get anything.

She tipped the edge of one bag down with a finger and peered inside - looking for the spring rolls.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/05/2007 00:45:00  

He gives a non committal grunt, and starts taking things out of bags. "This what you're looking for?" He holds up the small package of four spring rolls, two to an order.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/05/2007 00:50:55  

She grins at him and nods, reaching out for the package, not quite tentative, but still half-expecting him to snatch it out of her reach.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/05/2007 01:08:54  

It would be a perfect Lucy and Charlie Brown set up, but he resists. Only, he tells himself, because she's obviously had a long day. She looks exhausted. And hungry. He graciously lets her take the package.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/05/2007 01:16:43  

She takes the spring rolls and pulls two out for herself, handing the others back to him. She's confused, to say the least - too many not-Greg things happening all at once. Him finding her new house was one thing and she could almost believe the food, but watching her, complimenting her, not fucking with her...

"Are you okay?"

Because the only explanation is he's caught some quirky illness that, ironically, only he can diagnose, except he's completely flipped his lid, so anything he says or does is unreliable. Him being ill would make her feel better.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/05/2007 01:50:54  

"Hungry," he answered, taking a bite of spring roll. "Famished," he added, immediately.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/05/2007 02:35:11  

Bullshit, she claims - in her head. There's something going on with him, she just can't put her finger on it. Of course, she can't push him either - he'll take all the food and leave and possibly never return. She'd rather be confused than lonley and hungry.

"Right. Eat." She dumps food into her plate and, too hungry to try chopsticks, digs in with her fork.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/10/2007 15:25:19  

He's using chop sticks, of course. He can't, or won't, eat Chinese food without chop sticks.

He's not currently looking at her. He knows he's got the wheels in her head turning, trying to figure out what he's up to. Even if he's not really up to anytihng specific, he likes keeping her unbalanced as such.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/10/2007 23:40:46  

The first thing that enters her mind is to ask, 'What do you want?', but that flees as a horrible idea. She knows the answer wouldn't clear anything up at all.

The next thing is 'hungry'. Thus, she eats her springroll, sort of staring at Greg across the table
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/11/2007 21:56:21  

"So. Nice house." He tilts his head. He knows she'd never expect him to make such a statement. "You checked out the neighborhood before you signed?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/11/2007 22:06:40  

"Thank you."

The confused frown on her face doesn't change, even as she nods in response to his question.

"The neighborhood, the local park, the grocery store and even the triple-X video parlor."

There is seriously something wrong with Gregory House.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/12/2007 00:28:54  

He takes another bite of his spring roll, licks his fingers. "Check for registered sex offenders?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/12/2007 00:40:40  

"The closest one is ten miles away."

She hadn't actively checked herself, but every 'concerned' parent in the neighborhood had made a point of mentioning it in some way, even if she said she already knew. Friendly folk on this here street.

"Why are you asking? Are you concerned for my safety?" She's doing well hiding the smile from him - better than usual.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/12/2007 18:54:52  

"If I'm going to let you keep my piano," he gives the little nook that is just right for a piano a look, "I need to know it's safe." Which is not an answer, nor is it a denial.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/12/2007 20:33:59  

"Right, those child rapists are always on the lookout for a shiny grand piano to take advantage of."

And has he been reading her mind? Of course she'd been thinking it, and she had planned to let it be his idea... or something like that, but she hadn't expected it as his first proposal.

"Who said I was going to keep your piano?" she asks after a brief pause for a bite of spring roll.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/12/2007 22:33:07  

He picks up the chop sticks, and takes a bite of his food instead of offering an answer. His eyes are light, and he's almost smiling. Almost.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/12/2007 22:43:40  

She smirks at him across the table.

"You think I'm just going to offer up part of my space to your music?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/12/2007 23:15:41  

He still doesn't say anytihng, but gives her a sort of knowing look.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/12/2007 23:22:52  

She scoffs. "No way. You're mean to me. Find your own house."

There's no chance she's serious, especially since she's sure he already knows she's thought about it. What he might not know is that she's thought about asking him to fill up more space than just that one in the living room.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/13/2007 20:42:21  

"What? And ruin your big plans?" His gaze is unflinching.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/13/2007 20:51:34  

"There are no plans." She crunches into the last third of the spring roll.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/13/2007 21:12:10  

"Right." He shakes his head. He leans back, nonchalant, in is chair. He digs in a pocket, and produces a computer print off of notes she'd written about the house. "You should choose a less obvious password."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/13/2007 21:16:57  

Despite looking pissy, she's not as upset as one might think. "You're a bastard, you know that?"

However, two can play at this game. She gets up from the chair at the table and crosses to the counter where she opens a container and retrieves something. She crosses back to the table and holds up a scrap of paper with the word 'Chicago' scrawled in his handwriting. "Found it on my desk when I was packing."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/13/2007 22:26:06  

"On your desk," he repeats. Because there may be something to that. Not in the trash. Not hidden. But on her desk.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/13/2007 22:32:46  

"Best guess, yeah. Fell on the floor when I picked up a stack of stuff." She really hadn't read as much into as he might think. All it did was convince her to look for more than 3 postings in Chicago.

It's killing her not being able to ask 'Did you want me to come out here?'
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/13/2007 22:51:53  

"Huh." He flashes an amused smirk, but covers it quickly with a bite of his food.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/13/2007 22:58:49  

She forks some of the non-spring roll-shaped food to her mouth as she asks, "You left it for me, didn't you?" as nonchalant as she can.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/15/2007 20:41:52  

"Why would I do that?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/15/2007 20:47:17  

"Because you're a misanthropic son-of-a-bitch who wants nothing more than to be miserable forever and what better way than to drag one-third of your old team along with."

She really has no idea why the scrap of paper was left. She found it and drew her own conclusions.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/15/2007 21:10:50  

"If I wanted to be miserable, why would I want you to follow me?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/15/2007 21:22:31  

"I don't make you miserable?" She had wanted it to be a statement, but it came out as a question instead.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/15/2007 21:54:15  

"That's not what I said."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/15/2007 22:08:10  

She puts down her fork. She can't eat and posit at the same time. "No, but it can be logically inferred from what you said." There's a pause. "You said if you wanted to be miserable, why would you want me to follow you, which one would take to mean that you would only want me to follow if I didn't make you miserable. One might also conclude that you don't want to be miserable and having not insisted that I leave, would also indicate that I don't make you miserable."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/15/2007 22:23:26  

"It might also imply that you're a damn good doctor, and I need damn good doctors on my team."

He paused a beat.

"Or you could be seeing something that isn't there."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/15/2007 22:26:54  

"Of course, because you couldn't possibly actually like someone." She rolls her eyes. "It would ruin your reputation."

This is the only argument she finds completely exhausting - him never willing to admit that he needs or likes someone. It's so frustrating.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/15/2007 22:50:31  

He looks at her for a moment, before dropping his gaze to gather a bite of Chinese on the chop sticks.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/15/2007 22:53:05  

Far too tired to try to argue that point any more, she returns to eating. He's so damned frustrating and she doesn't understand why he has to make his life so much harder than it has to be.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/17/2007 21:22:39  

He continues eating too, opting not to ruin the rest of dinner with bothersome conversation.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/17/2007 21:33:06  

She finishes eating, casting glances at him from time to time, but saying nothing.

Once she's done, she puts her dishes in the sink and leans against the counter. Waiting.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/17/2007 21:43:42  

He finishes off his beer, and thus dinner is finished. He actually carries his dishes to the sink,but leaves the left over food for her to deal with. "So. You were going to give me a tour?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/17/2007 21:56:31  

She nods. "Let me put this stuff away."

Which she does, slower than she probably would normally, but she's tired. And making him wait.


She waves a hand. "This is the kitchen / dining room, obviously." A nod through the door. "That's the living room. I still need to get some curtains." She covers a yawn with a hand and points toward the hallway with the other. "Bedrooms're that way."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/17/2007 22:39:47  

"Looks like you need to be taking advantage of that."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/17/2007 22:43:29  

"Probably, but I have a guest."

She moves into the hall. "Bathroom." She points. "There's also one in the master bedroom." Another wave of her hand. "One bedroom is a bedroom, the other is sort of an office."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/17/2007 22:49:05  

"Afraid I'll steal the silver if you lay down?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/17/2007 23:02:16  

She sighs tiredly. "I don't have any silver."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 08/17/2007 23:12:42  

"And that's not the point."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 08/17/2007 23:28:03  

She sighs - again, tiredly. "Then what is the point, House? I'm too tired to play games."

She might be listing a little to one side.