The Park, Monday Evening, by the lake

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

He should have gone to the clinic. Yes, he should have. If for no other reason tha to check on Jack.

Instead, he found himself in the park. The evening air was chilly, which stung his leg, and exaggerated the discomfort of every step.

He knew he should head back to campus before it got too late, especially with the curfew on the town, but he'd arranged to meet up with Wilson after an evening in own.

He sat on a bench by the lake, tugged a red lolly out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He stretched his legs out, sighed, and watched the sun sink lower in the evening sky.


[OOC: Attempting to socialise House a bit more, outside of the clinic. Feel free to notice/talk to him. He may be grumpy at first, but he generally warms up to most people]

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige refused to go to the dorms, there was too much chance she'd bump into Sawyer.

"Doctor" she said with a slight wave. She noticed his lollipop and smiled, she'd not had one in ages

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House looked up, pulled the lolly out of his mouth. He has more in his pocket, so, you never know.

"Miss Matthews." He nodded at her. "Did you ever find...Who was it you were looking for?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiled "Geoff? no I didn't, thank you for your help though, I called him to make sure everything was okay and well I think it is. Do you mind if I sit with you? There's some up at school I don't want to see."

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He tapped the seat next to himself with his cane. "I wouldn't object to the company," he said nonchalantly. Settling the cane between his knees, he dug in his pocket. "Candy?" He offered a lolly pop.

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Paige grinned and took the lolly "thank you very much, a have a stash of these myself some where, only I have no idea where!" she laughs as she sits beside him

"how are you this evening?" she asks unwrapping the lolly and sucking it

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"I'm good," he answered, leaning back a bit, arms across the back of the bench. "Just enjoying the evening before I head back to the clinic. If I head back to the clinic. I might just blow it off tonight."

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Paige smiles at him "well I guess you have assistents to take care of the none emergency things right? And you know in this place you pretty much always find someone to help you."

She pauses biting her lip "so how are you finding here? It's kinda...weird really isn't it? What with the talking cats and fourteenth century poets!"

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He tapped his breast pocket. "Emergancy pager. Wilson's got one too, and he's a good boy, never turns his off." House chuckled just slightly.

"I'm not entirely sure what to think of this place. I imagine I'd be locked in a nut house if I went home to Jersey and started talking about the things I've seen, and treated here."

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Paige laughs "and that's why whatever happens in Fandom stays in Fandom right? Cos seriously I doubt many people would believe me if I told them I'd dated Chaucer and danced with Beethoven! At least the ducks are normal right?"

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House laughed, and glances at the lake. No ducks tonight. He brings his gaze back around to Paige. "Not the one that sits on DEATH's shoulder."

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Tonks, with a particularly stubborn duck at her heels, waved to Paige and the man. "Wotcher, Paige!" She said with a grin, "And Mister...?"

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"House. Dr House." House informed her, with a wary eye cast to the duck.

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"Hey Tonks" Paige says with a smile

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"oh right, he's got a duck now has he? He had a kitten when I last saw him, I wouldn't really have thought Death personified would be a big of fan pets really, but obviously I'm wrong!"

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"DEATH is quite the fascinating individual." House nodded. he hadn't taken the time to really sit down and talk with his assistants, though he was intrigued by DEATH.

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It was getting close to curfew when Wilson came through the park, his eyes searching out the shadows worriedly.

He wasn't sure if House would have waited this late or gone on ahead, part of him concerned about the older man being out in this chill but the time had gotten away from Wilson.

"House?!"

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He was sitting on the bench where he'd sat with Paige and Tonks earlier in the evening. Going back without Wilson wasn't even a consideration. He'd sat and patiently waited. okay, Maybe not so patiently after the girls left him to sit alone, but he'd waited nonethe less.

Waiting seemed easier than geting up and seeking Wilson out. And he didn't want to interrupt anything, it was pretty clear Wilson's conversations ith Aziraphale and Crowley were pretty intense. So he'd taken his Vicodin, and he'd waited.

He looked up when Wilson called his name. "Over here."

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Hearing the older doctor's voice, Wilson exhaled softly and began to move towards the figure on the bench.

"Hey there, you. You're not feeding the ducks Vicodin are you?"

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"Are you kidding? I brought Percocet for them. The Vicodin's mine." House gave him an amused look.

That turned serious after a beat. "How are you, Love?" He didn't often use terms of endearment, and certainly not in public.

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The rare endearment sent a shot of warmth through the younger man and he moved up behind House, laying a hand on his shoulder before bending down to rest his cool face against the warm curve of House's neck.

"I...I've got a couple of things to follow-up on but, I'm good now." Unspoken was the fact that he was good now, because he was with House.

Reaching an arm around the older man from behind, Wilson hugged him before he straightened.

"But, if you're done drugging ducks, we're getting close to curfew. You ready to head back?"

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What was unspoken was innately understood.

House nuzzled a little closer to the face pressed to his neck, and raised a hand up to Wilson's cheek. A subtle, gentle gesture meant to comfor and reaffirm.

"Let's get you home, Slick." House stood. He slid his left arm casually around Wilson, keeping it loose in case he needed to readjust for the sake of his balance. "And hope the little drug crazed demons don't follow us back to campus."

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Sliding his arm with the same studied casualness around House's waist, Wilson balanced his slighter body to act as a natural support for the older man, in fact he was in position in case House needed to lean more on him towards the end of the walk.

"You'll have made a whole flock of little feathered drug addicted friends. Mallard macker."

Wilson grinned up at his lover and then comfortably rested his head on House's shoulders as they walked back towards the school and their little apartment.

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"You'd be proud of me." House said after a few moments. "I talked to people, shared my suckers." He briefly recounted his conversations with Paige and Tonks.

Toward the end of the walk, he was definitely feeling the burden of his leg. He'd rarely actually physically leaned on Wilson, allowing the younger man to effectively carry his weight, but this was one of those times he needed the added support and guidance.

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"I'm always proud of you, Greg." Wilson said softly. "Just sometimes I'm scared for you."

Wilson fell silent then, listening to House tell him about his evening, smiling at little at the two tales and very gradually, he took on more and more of House's weight as the bad leg began to get the better of his lover. It was a subtle thing, done in a slow, step by step manner that allowed both men to pretend it wasn't happening.

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By the time they reached the apartment, House was just shy on falling into Wilson's arms to keep himself from falling to the gorund. He'd like to think that wouldn't happen, but he knew it very well could. Except, with Wilson at his side, he probably wouldn't have a chance to get that far.

He straightened, and leaned against the wall while Wilson fished his keys out of a pocket. He limped inside and straight through to the bedroom. He made quick work of the bathroom necessities before stripping down to his boxers and climbing into the bed.