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Characters: Gregory House and James Wilson
Location: Building 132
Date: Evening of 271
Summary: House meets up with an old, dead friend... who is older and more dying than he last remembers.
Warnings: Probably discussion of torture, body horror, cancer, death, and PTSD.

[Where House has asked Wilson to meet him is little more than a nondescript, empty storage shed with a nondescript, sealed trapdoor. It's the entry point to the underground tunnels, though, which should make their lives easier for travel. The doctor has been pushing himself, so they're just going to have to sleep on cold, uncomfortable concrete for the night, but this certainly wouldn't be the first time for House.

He's there when Wilson arrives, curled up in a corner of the shed, reading over his tablet in the dark. The most immediate thing Wilson might notice about House is that his fashion tastes have taken a turn for the hobo-esque. He's wearing a pink scarf and there are pink gloves at his side. He's wearing several layers of coats, and there's a heavy pack at his side that has a hammer propped against it.

He's actually been maintaining more of a stubble than letting his beard grow out fully, so that's not too different. House is thinner than before, though, his eyes more sunken into dark circles for the lack of sleep.

When Wilson opens the door, House immediately grabs for his hammer and holds it in a way that indicates he's about two steps off from throwing it. He turns the tablet so that the light is illuminating the doorway, though.]

If you start sprouting tentacles, I'm murdering you. [He's joking. Mostly. He's really waiting to see if this an anomaly opening the door or actually Wilson.]

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[ Oh, look, it's a reaction that's not panic attack driven or driven by anything else bad that's happened to House around here. ]

And that bothers you?

[ What? House trolls him all the time. He's not as accomplished at it as he'd like, but he still tries on occasion. ]

[He closes one eye and glances up as if thinking about it for a long moment.]

Nope! So, are you the big spoon or the little spoon? 'Cause you were the little spoon last time we slept together here.

[Don't get into a troll-off with the ultimate troll, Wilson. This was in a bathtub for warmth. But never you mind.]

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Well, great, I'm so glad we cleared that up. I'd hate for you to have anything resembling doubts.

[ There's only a hint of hesitation following House's statement, but Wilson just keeps going. ]

Really? Because I'm fairly certain I was the big spoon the last time that happened that I remember. Hey, did I ever tell you I proposed to you in a restaurant?

[ This is all 90% BS, but Wilson's not letting on about that. He'll question the whole sleeping together thing soon. ]

[To Wilson's credit, House looks momentarily surprised as his gaze drops down to the other man's hand, searching for a wedding ring. Oh, he's good. House shrugs, relaxing a little and leaning back against his corner, rather than hunching over. He can hear normally again and while his pulse is still rabbiting, it's not as bad as before. Nor is his breathing as shaky.]

Boring. The wedding sure as hell better have been more interesting, or I'm divorcing you now.

[ Score! This so rarely happens that when it does, Wilson can't help but celebrate a little. And besides, it looks to him as though House is maybe beginning to relax a little, and that's a load off his mind. Still, he's far from fixed, and he can't overlook that. ]

Interesting? It was the highlight of the year. Don't even get me started on how the bachelorette party went.

[ House is free to note that Wilson isn't saying exactly who was the bachelorette. This kind of trolling is actually amusing. No wonder House does it so much. ]

Dude, you've had way too many divorces to have a bachelorette party. But I'm glad you had fun. I just hope no one came home missing any teeth. That'd suck for the photos. Did I have to bail you and the Maid of Honor out of jail?

[You're absolutely the girl in this scenario, Wilson. It is decided.]

No, everyone kept their teeth, and surprisingly, no one went to jail.

[ Fine. So his trolling attempt fell flat on its face. But now does seem like a good time to segue into what he's been wanting to mention for awhile now. ]

Do you know what else happened that was interesting? While we're on the subject of weddings and bachelorettes.

[ Strangely, Wilson's liking dangling tidbits of information in front of House. ]

Cameron and Chase got married?

[He can see the writing on the wall there. They're the right numbers for each other.]

Actually, they did, for about two seconds.

[ It was longer than that, but things fell apart for them relatively quickly, no thanks (in part, at least) to House's machinations. ]

I wasn't actually talking about them, though.

Cuddy finally find that perfect sperm donor and get knocked up the old-fashioned way?

Will the universe implode because I tell you things about your future? Although to be fair, the universe isn't exactly thriving right now, is it?

[ Looking at them and those around them, Wilson has to say no. ]

You and Cuddy were together for awhile, but when that didn't work, you found yourself a nice Ukrainian girl and brought her home.

[ Now all of that could easily be mistaken for trolling, but Wilson is dead serious. ]

[Yeah, House isn't buying that.]

My universe might. Yours is probably fine. We're not from the same one.

So, was this Ukrainian chick mail order?

I'm just going to pretend I actually understood that.

[ All this talk of universes is confusing, even if he's the one who mentioned it first. ]

You know, I honestly don't remember how you met Dominika. Maybe it was by mail order.

[ It's not too far-fetched if you actually know House. ]

[And House is going to raise his brow. Wilson can't honestly think they're from the same universe. They're from different times and House was taken first. But he'll let that comment pass.]

Dominika. [This is getting even more ridiculous.] Is she a babe? Do I have kids?

[ If not the same universe, then at least the same state. Of course they're from different times, but that doesn't mean their world has suddenly sprouted alien tentacles and become an alternate universe where people travel in hovercrafts. Some things have changed, such as who is in charge at the hospital, but not everything is different.

Still, they have more important things to think about. ]

She is, actually. I still don't quite know how you got her to agree to your whole arrangement. No kids, and unless some miracle happens, I don't think you'll be having them.

[ At least not together. ]

[House's brow furrows and he stares at Wilson for a long moment.]

Holy crap. Are you serious?

[Well it wasn't for love. House wouldn't have 'died' and run away with Wilson if he married anyone he actually cared about.]

Is she rich or something? Am I rich?

[Because why the hell else would a babe marry him?]

I know, right?

[ House's reaction gets a laugh out of Wilson. ]

That's what I wanted to say when I found out. But yes, I'm completely serious.

[ No, it was for fraud and Dominika's green card. And money did factor into it too, eventually. ]

There was mention of you getting some $30,000 if you and Dominika managed to convince immigration that you were a happily married couple.

Green card marriage. Fun. [Okay, money makes more sense. $30,000 isn't a lot, but he doesn't make as much money as some of the doctors at the hospital. He's too much of a liability.]

So, I'm living with a hot babe in a sham marriage... you're dying. I lost my original team. With Cuddy, not with Cuddy. Any other great news about the future?

[ This is the part where Wilson just hesitates. Because he already knows he's painted a bleak picture, so why add to it? Maybe some things are better off left alone.

Still, this is House he's dealing with, and he won't let a sleeping dog lie, especially if he knows said dog has information he's not talking about. ]

I think I've spoiled you too much already. Besides, why depress yourself further?

I know my dad's dead. That's something to celebrate, at least.

[ Well. That sets off a memory in Wilson's head. And it's not one he's sure he should mention either, so he tries to cover up anything that might be mistaken for a thought coming to mind. ]

Sorry, House, I forgot to bring the drinks.

[ Morbid humor? Perhaps. But House is probably the only one that Wilson can resort to that with. ]

[There's a long pause.]

Got a bottle of amaretto in my pack.

[So it's a liqueur. It's the closest House has at the moment to real alcohol, though.]

Really? And how long have you been carrying that around?

Couple-a weeks. One of the kids found that and a bottle of absinthe for me. Absinthe's gone, but hey, fake-coke and amaretto. What's not to love?

[He can't move just yet, though. Not while Wilson is so close.]

Maybe gimme some space and I'll go get it.

Huh. Got your own little errand runners? I guess that must be nice and convenient for you.

[ He moves over with just the hint of an eye roll. Leave it to House to already have people willing to do things for him. ]

Sure, why not? Let's make this a real reunion between friends.

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