Reunions, Chapter Five
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house_wilson_ghctitle: Reunions
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pairing: House/Wilson, 13/[surprise]
rating: PG-13, thus far
summary: House is trying to continue his life without incident after the events from S7, but people from his past keep coming back...
warnings (if any): Spoilers for 7x23. There's some character death coming up eventually.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
Chapter Three: Hello Again, Dr. House
Chapter Four: Complete History
Chapter Five: New Hire
“What have you been up to, Eve?” House inquired, a sense of curiosity overtaking him as he looked at the girl before him. She certainly seemed much more put together and confident than the last time he’d seen her, which had been, of course, at a particularly vulnerable point in her life. When had that been? It must have been… five years ago, at least. The girl smiled.
“You recognize me now,” she told him, a bit of a teasing tone coming into her voice. “Well, I just came in for an interview to work in the hospital, actually. To manage the gift shop.”
“Is that what a degree in Comparative Religion gets you?” House asked, raising an eyebrow. Instead of getting upset, Eve chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess – other than being a Comparative Religion professor. Which I don’t think I want to do, at least not right away!” Her lips turned into a broad smile. “I’m really happy to see that you’re still here… You really made a difference for me the last time.” House gave a small smile in return.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” he said quietly. “I don’t usually get things like…”
His words were cut off as his door opened and Wilson stuck his head in.
“Okay, House, you really need to tell me why T… Oh, hello.” Wilson looked at Eve and nodded apologetically. “May I talk to you a moment, House? An old friend of yours is in the hospital and,” his voice began to twinge with a note of threat, “I really need to know why exactly he is here and what you did to bring him here.” House stared at Wilson, incredibly confused.
“Who?” he blurted out.
Chase appeared next to Wilson in that moment.
“House. Problem,” Chase interrupted, then looked at Eve. “…Sorry. Didn’t know you were busy. But, uh… Well, you better come see for yourself.” Wilson and Chase exchanged looks.
~~~~
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Thirteen was telling Tritter when House, Wilson, and Eve (who House had insisted on bringing along for the ride) arrived. “That must be awful.”
“Hello!” Tritter was cut off by House’s word before he could reply to the sympathy. He looked up, locking blue eyes to blue eyes, a clear intensity in them and one with an obvious sense of no love lost for the diagnostician. Thirteen’s eyes darted back and forth between the two, and she furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Dr. House,” Tritter’s words were delivered in a toneless, clear voice, chilling in its matter-of-fact quality. He paused a moment, and then added, “How is Candy doing?” House proceeded to look over at Chase who had, of course, seen her last.
“She’s doing well,” the Australian said awkwardly, “But we’re still trying to figure out what exactly is wrong.”
“I see,” was Tritter’s response. He turned to look at House. “Are you staying on the case?” House narrowed his eyes at Tritter.
“Do you WANT me on the case?” he replied, a bit of irritation creeping into his voice. After a moment, Tritter nodded, then crossed one arm over the other. Defeat?
“I was just getting a medical history,” Thirteen piped up. House nodded.
“Okay – well, get back to that. I’m going to go see what’s taking Foreman so long. Chase?” The blonde nodded. “Give the patient an MRI. See if we find anything there.”
A moment later, House, Wilson and Eve had vanished into the elevator, with Tritter staring after them in a somewhat confused, somewhat irritated glance. The detective turned to Thirteen and Taub.
“Why?” he said simply.
“What do you mean, why?” Taub retorted. He had little patience for men like Tritter; they seemed to want the whole world to bow to them and Taub had little patience for wanting to bow. He had a pride about him, possibly one that came from so many years as a plastic surgeon. Taub had held power, not over life or death as he did now, but over beauty and self-esteem, and that may have been a far greater power. He also had a magnetic ability to sense insecurity, and Tritter was setting off his radar with a series of very loud and very annoying beeps.
“Why do you work for House?” the detective asked. He raised one finger to his forehead and rubbed it gently, coming away with a few beads of sweat.
“Well,” Thirteen cut in, trying to forestall a confrontation between Taub and Tritter, “Four years ago, Dr. House needed a whole new team. He had a huge series of interviews, with something like… twenty-eight candidates? He ended up choosing three, and we were two of those three.” Tritter’s eyes narrowed.
“Who was the third?” he inquired. Thirteen shot a look at Taub, and her voice got lower. More serious.
“Dr. Kutner was the third,” she replied softly.
“I see Dr. Chase is back,” Tritter continued, “So, Cameron left? And Foreman? And then Kutner? Why did you stay?”
“Kutner didn’t leave,” Taub cut in angrily. Tritter’s head whipped around and he looked at the doctor, a little shocked.
“Oh?” he asked, regaining his calm. His upper hand.
“Dr. Kutner died three years ago,” Thirteen mumbled, nearly spat, hating that this man who seemed to know nothing about them or their boss was here, asking questions and drudging up what had happened to Kutner… Their colleague. Their friend.
Surprisingly, Tritter softened slightly. Thirteen hadn’t been entirely sure that such a face could soften – it seemed molded into a look of slight distaste and annoyance – but it did.
“How did he die?” The question was strangely gentle, and Thirteen suspected that it came from mere curiosity rather than any ulterior motive, but she couldn’t be entirely sure.
“He killed himself. Shot himself in the head.” Taub blurted.
“I found him,” Thirteen added, barely above a whisper, staring at the floor.
“Don’t know it’s particularly any of your business. Don’t know what your problem is with my boss,” Taub continued, not seeming to acknowledge Thirteen’s words but simply ranting at Tritter. “Foreman’s still here. He came back. Cameron left, took a job somewhere else. Now if we’re all caught up, a medical history would be really, really nice to get.”
“So, you still want to work for House, even though he drove one of his team to suicide?”
Thirteen let out a shrill laugh as she met Tritter’s eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she declared. “Kutner didn’t commit suicide because of House. No one knows why he did it. He just did.” Thirteen glared over at the detective. “Taub shouldn’t have said anything. It really is none of your business. Kutner was our friend and… House was as broken up as anybody when it happened.”
“I didn’t know that Dr. House could get ‘broken up’,” Tritter said simply.
“You obviously don’t know him very well at all, then.”
author:
sydpenguinbunnypairing: House/Wilson, 13/[surprise]
rating: PG-13, thus far
summary: House is trying to continue his life without incident after the events from S7, but people from his past keep coming back...
warnings (if any): Spoilers for 7x23. There's some character death coming up eventually.
author/artist notes (if any): Feedback is most loved!!!
Chapter One: Case Study
Chapter Two: Complications
Chapter Three: Hello Again, Dr. House
Chapter Four: Complete History
Chapter Five: New Hire
“What have you been up to, Eve?” House inquired, a sense of curiosity overtaking him as he looked at the girl before him. She certainly seemed much more put together and confident than the last time he’d seen her, which had been, of course, at a particularly vulnerable point in her life. When had that been? It must have been… five years ago, at least. The girl smiled.
“You recognize me now,” she told him, a bit of a teasing tone coming into her voice. “Well, I just came in for an interview to work in the hospital, actually. To manage the gift shop.”
“Is that what a degree in Comparative Religion gets you?” House asked, raising an eyebrow. Instead of getting upset, Eve chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess – other than being a Comparative Religion professor. Which I don’t think I want to do, at least not right away!” Her lips turned into a broad smile. “I’m really happy to see that you’re still here… You really made a difference for me the last time.” House gave a small smile in return.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” he said quietly. “I don’t usually get things like…”
His words were cut off as his door opened and Wilson stuck his head in.
“Okay, House, you really need to tell me why T… Oh, hello.” Wilson looked at Eve and nodded apologetically. “May I talk to you a moment, House? An old friend of yours is in the hospital and,” his voice began to twinge with a note of threat, “I really need to know why exactly he is here and what you did to bring him here.” House stared at Wilson, incredibly confused.
“Who?” he blurted out.
Chase appeared next to Wilson in that moment.
“House. Problem,” Chase interrupted, then looked at Eve. “…Sorry. Didn’t know you were busy. But, uh… Well, you better come see for yourself.” Wilson and Chase exchanged looks.
~~~~
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Thirteen was telling Tritter when House, Wilson, and Eve (who House had insisted on bringing along for the ride) arrived. “That must be awful.”
“Hello!” Tritter was cut off by House’s word before he could reply to the sympathy. He looked up, locking blue eyes to blue eyes, a clear intensity in them and one with an obvious sense of no love lost for the diagnostician. Thirteen’s eyes darted back and forth between the two, and she furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Dr. House,” Tritter’s words were delivered in a toneless, clear voice, chilling in its matter-of-fact quality. He paused a moment, and then added, “How is Candy doing?” House proceeded to look over at Chase who had, of course, seen her last.
“She’s doing well,” the Australian said awkwardly, “But we’re still trying to figure out what exactly is wrong.”
“I see,” was Tritter’s response. He turned to look at House. “Are you staying on the case?” House narrowed his eyes at Tritter.
“Do you WANT me on the case?” he replied, a bit of irritation creeping into his voice. After a moment, Tritter nodded, then crossed one arm over the other. Defeat?
“I was just getting a medical history,” Thirteen piped up. House nodded.
“Okay – well, get back to that. I’m going to go see what’s taking Foreman so long. Chase?” The blonde nodded. “Give the patient an MRI. See if we find anything there.”
A moment later, House, Wilson and Eve had vanished into the elevator, with Tritter staring after them in a somewhat confused, somewhat irritated glance. The detective turned to Thirteen and Taub.
“Why?” he said simply.
“What do you mean, why?” Taub retorted. He had little patience for men like Tritter; they seemed to want the whole world to bow to them and Taub had little patience for wanting to bow. He had a pride about him, possibly one that came from so many years as a plastic surgeon. Taub had held power, not over life or death as he did now, but over beauty and self-esteem, and that may have been a far greater power. He also had a magnetic ability to sense insecurity, and Tritter was setting off his radar with a series of very loud and very annoying beeps.
“Why do you work for House?” the detective asked. He raised one finger to his forehead and rubbed it gently, coming away with a few beads of sweat.
“Well,” Thirteen cut in, trying to forestall a confrontation between Taub and Tritter, “Four years ago, Dr. House needed a whole new team. He had a huge series of interviews, with something like… twenty-eight candidates? He ended up choosing three, and we were two of those three.” Tritter’s eyes narrowed.
“Who was the third?” he inquired. Thirteen shot a look at Taub, and her voice got lower. More serious.
“Dr. Kutner was the third,” she replied softly.
“I see Dr. Chase is back,” Tritter continued, “So, Cameron left? And Foreman? And then Kutner? Why did you stay?”
“Kutner didn’t leave,” Taub cut in angrily. Tritter’s head whipped around and he looked at the doctor, a little shocked.
“Oh?” he asked, regaining his calm. His upper hand.
“Dr. Kutner died three years ago,” Thirteen mumbled, nearly spat, hating that this man who seemed to know nothing about them or their boss was here, asking questions and drudging up what had happened to Kutner… Their colleague. Their friend.
Surprisingly, Tritter softened slightly. Thirteen hadn’t been entirely sure that such a face could soften – it seemed molded into a look of slight distaste and annoyance – but it did.
“How did he die?” The question was strangely gentle, and Thirteen suspected that it came from mere curiosity rather than any ulterior motive, but she couldn’t be entirely sure.
“He killed himself. Shot himself in the head.” Taub blurted.
“I found him,” Thirteen added, barely above a whisper, staring at the floor.
“Don’t know it’s particularly any of your business. Don’t know what your problem is with my boss,” Taub continued, not seeming to acknowledge Thirteen’s words but simply ranting at Tritter. “Foreman’s still here. He came back. Cameron left, took a job somewhere else. Now if we’re all caught up, a medical history would be really, really nice to get.”
“So, you still want to work for House, even though he drove one of his team to suicide?”
Thirteen let out a shrill laugh as she met Tritter’s eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she declared. “Kutner didn’t commit suicide because of House. No one knows why he did it. He just did.” Thirteen glared over at the detective. “Taub shouldn’t have said anything. It really is none of your business. Kutner was our friend and… House was as broken up as anybody when it happened.”
“I didn’t know that Dr. House could get ‘broken up’,” Tritter said simply.
“You obviously don’t know him very well at all, then.”
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