Torchhouse (part 2) [ Torchwood/House MD ]
Title: Torchhouse (part 2) (Torchwood/House MD)
Word count: 570
Characters: Jack, Cuddy, Foreman, House, Owen, Wilson, Nathan (OC).
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Nothing specific. It’s set outside the canon timeline for “House” and somewhere between episodes 4 and 9 of “Torchwood”.
Disclaimer: As with all fanfiction, this is not-for-profit, just for fun, and all the assorted other words that really mean nothing but look like an attempt.
Summary: It starts with a routine investigation by Torchwood and ends up as House’s patient of the week.
Owen seethed silently and stood with his hands folded behind his back. He leaned over Nathan’s bed and stroked his chin in a way he hoped conveyed his absolute irritation and disgust at being treated like an idiot.
“Given him antibiotics?”
House dropped into a chair. “Of course.”
Owen looked at House, calculated if there was enough space between the foot of Nathan’s bed and the chair House occupied for Owen to read the chart without getting whacked by the cane. By his best estimate it was going to be close, but it was a necessary risk.
Owen reached out and snatched the chart from the stand near the end of the bed and jumped back to the far side before House had time to react. Something that might have been admiration flickered in Greg House’s eyes. Owen smirked and thumbed through the paperwork.
“Aw, come on!” Owen tossed the chart onto the bed. Nathan whimpered and shifted, lost in uneasy sleep. “Sorry, mate. But seriously, House. Lupus? When’s the last time anyone actually had Lupus?”
House stood, arms raised to the sky, victorious. “Thank you! Now go back to my office and tell the rest of them that. I swear it’s like once a week one of them says ‘It could be Lupus.’”
“And one day it will be Lupus, and we’ll all laugh at you.” Foreman stepped into the room and offered his hand to Owen. “Doctor Foreman. You must be Doctor Harper. Cameron filled me in. I was just coming to get Nathan for his MRI. Are you interested in sitting in?”
“If you two are going to talk shop, I’m going to find Wilson.” House stalked off, more than happy to leave the patient to people who actually cared.
Wilson was in the diagnostics department, standing next to Action Figure Man. He couldn’t tell what they were saying, but something Action Man said made Wilson blush and take an awkward step back. House sped up and stopped dangerously close to Wilson’s shoulder.”Finding everything you need, Harkness?”Jack nodded and reached out to touch Wilson’s shoulder. “Doctor Wilson was just asking me about my headset.” He indicated the Bluetooth device in his ear. “I told him I’m so used to it I don’t notice it, but I feel positively naked without it.”
Stress on the word “naked.” Wilson lowered his head and coughed to cover the fact that he was blushing again. And laughing. House wasn’t amused. “You should turn it off. It can interfere with hospital equipment. In fact, you should take it out of your ear and shove it in your…” He was aware of the presence of Cuddy in the hallway. “Pocket,” he finished. “Come on, Wilson. You’re buying me something to eat.”
“You’ve got half a sandwich in there on your desk,” Wilson protested, even as he followed House.
“Something stinks,” said House as they waited for the elevator. Wilson discreetly sniffed the lapel of his lab coat. “This… Harkness and Harper showing up. Harkness and Harper. It sounds like a Vaudeville act. Who are they? Why are they really here? Harper gave me some nonsense about how they’re soooo dedicated to their students.” They stepped onto the elevator.
“You know, some doctors really do care about their patients. And Jack seems nice enough.”
House jabbed at the buttons. “Great. The British are invading, and you’re getting a crush on their leader.”