Reunions, Chapter Ten
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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
Chapter Six: Reluctance
Chapter Seven: Power
Chapter Eight: Pinballs
Chapter Nine: A Girl Worth Fighting For
Chapter Ten: Sparring Match
When Thirteen returned from lunch break, Tritter came in tow, watching her back and her hair and wondering at it.
Why am I thinking this shit while Candy lays in a hospital bed, he wondered, am I really that fucking heartless?
But another part of him reminded him that Candy would be fine, she wasn’t really much in danger and maybe Dr. House was just grandstanding so he could solve the case in a big damn flourish and make Tritter look like an idiot.
Suddenly, at that thought, Tritter wanted to thrash House. Unfortunately for House, he took that moment to walk out of the elevator and directly into Tritter’s path.
“Hey, Dr. House!” Tritter snarled angrily. House stopped and tapped the cane gently against the floor, before dramatically looking over at Tritter.
“Yes?” he inquired, an already tired and bored look in his eyes.
“Are you planning on telling me what’s going on with my niece any time soon?” Tritter asked, a growl making its way into his voice as he glared at the doctor. How could he be so unconcerned? Had Dr. House even examined Candy at all – and there, there was another flourish of anger at the thought of this asshole examining his niece – or had he just sent his underlings to do it? Why didn’t Tritter just take Candy and go to another hospital? Maybe, nothing was really wrong with her at all, and Dr. House was just playing games with him to try and get back at him for the investigation.
“I will,” House retorted, “Once we actually know what it is.”
“Well, I haven’t seen you doing much at all!” Tritter fired, “You’ve been walking around with that blonde girl, and that’s about it – are you sure you even know what you’re doing?”
“What I’m doing is trying to find out what’s wrong with your niece,” House replied, gesturing with his cane towards Candy’s room. “Soon, we’ll know – we’re been running tests to rule out whatever it’s not, and soon we’ll know what it is.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” Tritter said sarcastically. “Why should I even trust you? Why should I believe you wouldn’t just kill her to get back at me?”
“Shut up!” Thirteen cut in, looking back and forth between Tritter and House. “Detective Tritter, if you don’t trust House, you shouldn’t even be here, frankly. There’s plenty of other hospitals and plenty of other doctors, but none of them are better than House. And House, let’s just get things going so none of us have to break up a fight in the middle of the hospital.” She scoffed and began to walk off towards Candy’s room.
When she walked inside, she inquired, “Is your uncle always like this?” Candy nodded.
“Yeah, basically…” She replied, then looked up at Thirteen. “Hey… Um, I have something that I don’t think is right.” Thirteen looked back at her, pursing her lips in concern.
“What is it, Candy?” she inquired, her voice getting softer. Tritter was a puzzle, but Candy was the patient – she cursed silently for letting Tritter and his grudge become the main attraction.
“My fingers… They’re turning yellow.”
“New symptom – yellow fingers,” House declared as he wrote it on the whiteboard. “And fatigue. What does that make?”
“Well, jaundice,” Chase pointed out, “But jaundice is just a symptom of liver failure that can be in countless diseases. It doesn’t really narrow it down.”
“But it means Candy’s in bad shape,” Foreman pointed out, “We don’t really have the luxury of just running tests and seeing what pans out. She needs treatment, and fast – and maybe a liver transplant if we don’t move fast enough. We need to see how extensive the damage is.”
“You might also want to start talking to her lovely uncle,” Taub snarked, “About being a potential donor.” Chase sighed.
“I don’t know if that’s a conversation I’m really looking forward to having,” he said quietly. “I mean… To him, it’s going to look like Candy was fine when she got here, and she’s only gotten worse – which, of course, he’ll inevitably blame on House.”
“What?” Taub retorted, “House made her liver fail? Probably all that alcohol from going out clubbing every weekend, which is more the uncle’s fault than anyone else’s.”
“Oh, so now it’s the guardian’s fault if an adult child likes to go out and have a few drinks? And because she likes to go out and have fun, suddenly she’s an underage alcoholic?” Thirteen cut in angrily. “It’s not Tritter’s fault, okay? And let’s hold off on asking him to get cut open and give a piece of his liver until we know whether it’s necessary. It’s not really something to have a ‘psych!’ conversation about.”
“If we could stop bickering,” House interrupted, “I think at some point the black one,” he gestured over to Foreman, “mentioned running some tests on the patient. Maybe you might want to get on that. Just an idea.”
“But we also need to figure out what the underlying cause is,” Chase pointed out, “If we see that there’s half her liver missing but we have no idea how to stop it, that’s kind of rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, isn’t it?”
“Okay then,” House replied, and gave his cane a whirl. “Chase, you run some blood tests, and Foreman, you look at the liver. Thirteen, Tritter seems to have an itty bitty crush on you…” Thirteen looked equal parts between blushing and throwing up. “So you keep him out of my way before I trip him with my cane.” House’s face darkened, remembering his first meeting with the detective, when the man had kicked House’s cane out from under him and sent him reeling into a door. The humiliation and utter fury hit him again, like it had just happened. He brushed it off – Tritter wasn’t at issue here. He was just a side project. He needed to stop getting distracted by all of these unplanned reunions. He had to do his job and do it quick – time was running out.
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
Chapter Six: Reluctance
Chapter Seven: Power
Chapter Eight: Pinballs
Chapter Nine: A Girl Worth Fighting For
Chapter Ten: Sparring Match
When Thirteen returned from lunch break, Tritter came in tow, watching her back and her hair and wondering at it.
Why am I thinking this shit while Candy lays in a hospital bed, he wondered, am I really that fucking heartless?
But another part of him reminded him that Candy would be fine, she wasn’t really much in danger and maybe Dr. House was just grandstanding so he could solve the case in a big damn flourish and make Tritter look like an idiot.
Suddenly, at that thought, Tritter wanted to thrash House. Unfortunately for House, he took that moment to walk out of the elevator and directly into Tritter’s path.
“Hey, Dr. House!” Tritter snarled angrily. House stopped and tapped the cane gently against the floor, before dramatically looking over at Tritter.
“Yes?” he inquired, an already tired and bored look in his eyes.
“Are you planning on telling me what’s going on with my niece any time soon?” Tritter asked, a growl making its way into his voice as he glared at the doctor. How could he be so unconcerned? Had Dr. House even examined Candy at all – and there, there was another flourish of anger at the thought of this asshole examining his niece – or had he just sent his underlings to do it? Why didn’t Tritter just take Candy and go to another hospital? Maybe, nothing was really wrong with her at all, and Dr. House was just playing games with him to try and get back at him for the investigation.
“I will,” House retorted, “Once we actually know what it is.”
“Well, I haven’t seen you doing much at all!” Tritter fired, “You’ve been walking around with that blonde girl, and that’s about it – are you sure you even know what you’re doing?”
“What I’m doing is trying to find out what’s wrong with your niece,” House replied, gesturing with his cane towards Candy’s room. “Soon, we’ll know – we’re been running tests to rule out whatever it’s not, and soon we’ll know what it is.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” Tritter said sarcastically. “Why should I even trust you? Why should I believe you wouldn’t just kill her to get back at me?”
“Shut up!” Thirteen cut in, looking back and forth between Tritter and House. “Detective Tritter, if you don’t trust House, you shouldn’t even be here, frankly. There’s plenty of other hospitals and plenty of other doctors, but none of them are better than House. And House, let’s just get things going so none of us have to break up a fight in the middle of the hospital.” She scoffed and began to walk off towards Candy’s room.
When she walked inside, she inquired, “Is your uncle always like this?” Candy nodded.
“Yeah, basically…” She replied, then looked up at Thirteen. “Hey… Um, I have something that I don’t think is right.” Thirteen looked back at her, pursing her lips in concern.
“What is it, Candy?” she inquired, her voice getting softer. Tritter was a puzzle, but Candy was the patient – she cursed silently for letting Tritter and his grudge become the main attraction.
“My fingers… They’re turning yellow.”
“New symptom – yellow fingers,” House declared as he wrote it on the whiteboard. “And fatigue. What does that make?”
“Well, jaundice,” Chase pointed out, “But jaundice is just a symptom of liver failure that can be in countless diseases. It doesn’t really narrow it down.”
“But it means Candy’s in bad shape,” Foreman pointed out, “We don’t really have the luxury of just running tests and seeing what pans out. She needs treatment, and fast – and maybe a liver transplant if we don’t move fast enough. We need to see how extensive the damage is.”
“You might also want to start talking to her lovely uncle,” Taub snarked, “About being a potential donor.” Chase sighed.
“I don’t know if that’s a conversation I’m really looking forward to having,” he said quietly. “I mean… To him, it’s going to look like Candy was fine when she got here, and she’s only gotten worse – which, of course, he’ll inevitably blame on House.”
“What?” Taub retorted, “House made her liver fail? Probably all that alcohol from going out clubbing every weekend, which is more the uncle’s fault than anyone else’s.”
“Oh, so now it’s the guardian’s fault if an adult child likes to go out and have a few drinks? And because she likes to go out and have fun, suddenly she’s an underage alcoholic?” Thirteen cut in angrily. “It’s not Tritter’s fault, okay? And let’s hold off on asking him to get cut open and give a piece of his liver until we know whether it’s necessary. It’s not really something to have a ‘psych!’ conversation about.”
“If we could stop bickering,” House interrupted, “I think at some point the black one,” he gestured over to Foreman, “mentioned running some tests on the patient. Maybe you might want to get on that. Just an idea.”
“But we also need to figure out what the underlying cause is,” Chase pointed out, “If we see that there’s half her liver missing but we have no idea how to stop it, that’s kind of rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, isn’t it?”
“Okay then,” House replied, and gave his cane a whirl. “Chase, you run some blood tests, and Foreman, you look at the liver. Thirteen, Tritter seems to have an itty bitty crush on you…” Thirteen looked equal parts between blushing and throwing up. “So you keep him out of my way before I trip him with my cane.” House’s face darkened, remembering his first meeting with the detective, when the man had kicked House’s cane out from under him and sent him reeling into a door. The humiliation and utter fury hit him again, like it had just happened. He brushed it off – Tritter wasn’t at issue here. He was just a side project. He needed to stop getting distracted by all of these unplanned reunions. He had to do his job and do it quick – time was running out.
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