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[log] Band on the Run [closed]

Characters: Gregory House, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Beckett
Location: Building 288, Building 274
Date: Morning 331, Day 332
Summary: House, Hannibal, and Will wake up after the Pit. Then they meet up with Beckett.
Warnings: Typical House and Hannibal-related warnings

Building 288
[Entering this building turns the Geiger counter yellow. This looks to be an old family restaurant: the name on the front reads LILY'S PLACE in faded letters that were probably brightly painted long ago. Inside it seems like there's still food here! ...But putting the Geiger counter near the food turns it to red. Looks like this place is fine for staying the night in, but you'd better not eat the food.]

Building 274
[This building is covered in prophet symbols. The top floor, where the skywalk connects, contains one the size of the entire floor on the ground, and judging by the way the floor looks, it's clear walls were torn up to make room for it. In the center is a pile of ashes and wood, like a well-used funeral pyre.

Follow the staircase down and you find the remains of an office building, though the three accessible floors all look similar to the top floor, with a giant prophet symbol on the floor and wood and ash in the center. There are human bones and teeth in the various former fire pits, but they've been buried respectfully beneath the ash.

...There's a working public bathroom on the ground floor, though! Also, all of the prophet symbols have been scribbled on ridiculously, given eyelashes and scribbled over in chalk, so maybe it's a bit less ominous. One of the symbols has had the scribbling removed, and instead an X has been drawn over it in red oil paint.]

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The wall had teeth. Like the hole. Which a lot of people fell into. Can we focus on that, Graham Cracker?

[In spite of asking for it, House flinches when Will's icy fingers touch him. The only real touches they've exchanged have been the times Will either went into one of his trances, in the dreams, or when Will had stopped the doctor from ODing. House forces himself to relax, though, and turns as Will directs.]

The wall had nothing of the sort. I spent plenty of time up against it. [ Will groused back, not in the mood for House's bullshit at the moment.

But despite the bitching, his touch was light, almost gentle in it's awkwardness. However, he was methodical and thorough before announcing. ]

I don't see anything like what you described. Here, do you need these bites cleaned at least?

[Oh, right. There had also been that time House asked Will to skin him. Lest he forget that adventure.]

I'm fine, Mom.

Nothing on the front.

[He lifts his arms to check down his sides, wincing with the movements. There's nothing there, for better or worse. The doctor grabs his clothes to start pulling those back on, hiding the injuries from view once more.]

I need to check my legs. Start checking your chest or something.

Edited 2018-02-17 04:29 (UTC)

If I could take your temperature off your attitude alone, I'd agree. But we both know you could be bleeding out and you'd still be bitching. [ Will fired back and he tried to put a hand on House's shoulder to get a closer look at the bites. ] They're like punctures, like fangs.

Where did you find fangs in there?

[ Seriously House. This is why he's going in the suit when the time comes. ]

How are you going to check your ass?

[ Will fired off the comment before really thinking it through, though he did step back and began to strip, bugger it was cold. ]

Beckett and I had a fight. I told him I wasn't sleeping with him anymore, no matter what kinda dreamy vampire eyes he made at me.

[He's being contrary just to be contrary now. There's really no point in not just saying it was Tess' snake. The question about his ass gets House's brows going up as he pauses in pulling one last jacket on.]

Are you volunteering to check out my ass, Graham Cracker?

You could always have Hannibal do it. [ Will fired back, finally waking up enough to be hitting back snark for snark.

He wasn't looking towards his friend and lover but he suspected the psychiatrist was looking amused and would point out, in his elegant tones, that if House was genuinely concerned, he would want a thorough investigation of all possible symptomatology.

As for the Beckett comment. Well, actually the ex-profiler does not have much experience with vampires so maybe? But the fang range didn't look right for a humanoid mouth. Will didn't ask permission before he reached out to try to measure the distance with his fingers. ]

Does Beckett's jaw unhinge?

[The suggestion of Hannibal gets a dead-eyed look for Will before House goes back to redressing. Or he would, except Will's touching him again, and it makes the doctor half-startle.]

Your hands are like freaking ice, dude. Warm them up or warn a guy!

[It's only partly the cold, really. House doesn't do casual touches. Granted, its' to a purpose on Will's part, but still.]

And it was real hard to say hasta la vista, baby. The blowjobs!

Edited 2018-02-17 05:06 (UTC)

[ Look.

Will was just as awkward and awkward about this platonic touching shit as House, but those bites look like they need some level of antiseptic. ]

Please. You have enough self-preservation instincts not to let fangs anywhere near your dick. I don't care how well he tucks his lips back, unless you're packing a pencil in there you're not fitting between the fangs.

[ Then, just to be an ass, Will leaned around and looked at House innocently. ]

Unless you meant to imply you're a pencil dick?

[ Yeah, yeah ... he actually knew better (hot showers in tiny rooms) but this was rather like the time they had sniped at each other about facial hair. An easier way to communicate than attempting to express actual concern. ]

[You know what? House both isn't a particularly shy man. There are things that he hides, but they're specific with reasons, not because he thinks particularly poorly of certain features. At least that's what he tells himself. In this case, he leaves off the top half of his outfit, unbuckles his belt and drops trow. He's wearing his black women's underwear at the moment, which Will gets flashed at him before House bends down slightly and just straight up moons the other man to be, true to the descriptor that many have used in his life, an ass.]

See any red spots, Graham Cracker? You can check the front side next.

[He actually more hesitant about bearing all to Will at the front thanks to what used to be a massive scar on his thigh, than because he'd be showing the man his dick.]

[ It would be all too easy to make a comment about the women's underwear, but given the fact that all of them did what they had to in order to keep warm and clean; he won't go there.

However, if House was going to prove he did not learn his lesson last time he tried to bluff Will ... ]

Your ass is spot free, though that reminds me to stash up an extra roll of toilet paper before we leave. [ That stuff was the original multi-task material ] Turn around.

[ Did House really think the ex-profiler was going to back off on the idea of being faced with another guy's junk? ]

Lift your dick and I'll make a thorough check into all those little crevices you can't reach, unless you'd rather I move it for you?

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[House realizes he probably does need to stop challenging Will on this particular issue as he pulls his underwear back up and straightens. He tries to play it off with a dismissive flick of his hand. The doctor refrains from looking around to cover the fact he is blushing a tiny bit with embarrassment at being caught out again on a bluff.]

On second thought, I'll take a pic down there later. Always nice to have some photographic evidence of greatness. Weren't you checking yourself, anyway?

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[ Even with House trying to cover the blush, Will caught enough of a hint of it to know he'd managed to call the bluff yet again. For a moment, he considered simply relishing in his victory, but before that thought completely processed, he heard himself saying. ]

Dr. Chilton, head psychiatrist of the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane, was a big fan of routine strip and cavity searches. His rationale on paper was to protect the inmates from themselves. Behind the closed doors, he made sure the guards understood they were to spare no inmate their dignity.

[ It had been a classic display of dominance from a man who felt the need to constantly validate himself and his position. Even understanding the psychology behind it, surviving it had been a wake night terror for a shy man who could barely bring himself to touch a friend who was injured.

Living through it, meant that Will had been forced to find the strength within himself not to break in the face of the posturing from Chilton and the guards. ]

You learn not to blink.

[ However, after sharing this, he looked away from House, walking towards the doctor's pack. ]

You keep antiseptic in here, right? At least let's get those puncture wounds doused so you might avoid infection, hmm?

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Is this me saying I want you to dominate me? Kinky.

[Moving on before that thought percolates any further. There's also a pang of sympathy for ~~his friend~~ the other man that he went through that hell house. Being stuck in the hospital with his leg had been its own loss of autonomy, but he'd only truly lost complete control after he'd gone down in the coma and Stacy had gone against his explicit wishes.

House actually sits down, moving as quickly as he can so that he can push his jeans all the way down and take a look at his legs, then a peek in at the package just to be sure.]

And I told you they're fine.

[It's mostly petulance. He's not going to stop Will. He's also not going to help the man. But House's pack is, as ever, obsessive to the point of compulsion organized. The medical supplies are all arranged together in a kit near the top. Will might also notice there's a dog chewtoy in the pack near the top. It has marks like very human teeth have been gnawing on it.]

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[ Caught in mid rummage, Will paused and glanced over his shoulder at the suggestion of domination. He arched an eyebrow, but didn't otherwise comment.

The dog chew caught his attention at first because House had never expressed himself as a big dog fan. The man hadn't expressed himself as anti-dog, but rather pet neutral in general, so the fact that he was carrying around a dog toy was ... odd.

Will didn't pick it up, but he turned it over and over, slowly noting the fact that most of the teeth marks were human, rather than canine. Flashes of House licking walls and pensively chewing on his knuckles came to the ex-profiler's inner vision and he frowned slightly.

Turning with the supplies he had seen House use on Hannibal, after he'd stabbed his friend, Will walked towards House and made motions with his hands to encourage the man to sit down. ]

Humor the mentally unstable man. I'd say ask Hannibal, but you both know it's just easier to let me do what I want.

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[House rolls his eyes but shifts and pulls his shirt off more fully to give Will access to the bite on his shoulder.]

Everyone here's mentally unstable. Don't use that for sympathy points.

[The creature that bit House was obviously very large and sporting dagger-like fangs to match.]

I can't find any marks. If you can't, it might be just the people who went down the pit got something for their trouble.

[The last part is muttered in irritation to himself.]

Freaking Ecks...

[ Now it was Will's turn to roll his eyes. ]

I was just stating a fact, not fishing for sympathy. [ He grumbled as he waited for House to to pull his shirt off. With a more clear and direct access to the bite marks, they really were impressive and Will whistled softly. ] What the hell did you tangle with this time?

[ Setting down the supplies, he squashed the urge to pout the antiseptic gel all over the wounds, remembering the rightfully obsessive way House rationed his supplies. Instead, he put the gel on some clean cloth (bandages) he'd found in the pack and -sorry more touching- reached to begin cleaning the wounds.

Will was no doctor, but he'd gotten bitten by frightened dogs often enough to know better than to wipe at puncture wounds. He dabbed and tried to work the gel into the wound, where it could do the most good. ]

From where I was standing, I'd say 'good job' Ecks.

[Fine. Will's worn him down enough that House just gives an answer.]

CuriousChloride thought her magic, flying snake still had death venom. I wanted to show her it didn't. Got a few feathers outta the thing. Thinking of making a hairpiece.

[And Ecks is evil, so House is just going to huff sourly.]

[ CuriousChloride.

Will suspects he should know who that is, but the truth is he's pretty crap at keeping names straight. He'll have to go back on the tablet and look it up, but he's going to do that rather than admit that he has no fucking clue. ]

And you were sure it didn't when you let it bite you?

[ This was a stupid question, wasn't it? ]

Ninety percent sure. It would've been a sick way to go if I'd been wrong. Managed to convince her I was wrong. [House smirks to himself, only wincing a little at Will's ministrations.] I faked dying after the first bite. The asshole bites me again and I go down. As soon as she thinks I'm dead, she start's going through my pack, so I grab her ass and tell her that's just rude.

[House wiggles his fingers.]

And that was bite three plus a slap. She's got a really nice ass, though. Worth it.

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[ Will briefly considered pointing out that House was an idiot and an ass. But that was territory that they had covered, both with humor and with more serious exchanges. It was boring to tread regular ground too often.

Besides, House was trying to lull him into a false sense of security and Will was trying to pretend to be lulled. So for now, he'd pick up the low hanging fruit as he started to work on the other puncture wound. ]

I'm starting to need a bingo card for you. Your 'bad boy' is the Joker. Your walk on the wild side is Beckett, your unrequited something or other is Rhys; is that why he took off from the Columbarium, by the way?

Wilson is Wilson and now you're hitting on a woman who likes to slap you while her pet snake penetrates you with fangs.

[The mention of Rhys is the only one that gets a more visible reaction, which is a stiffening of House's shoulders. His tone is still casual sarcasm. He doesn't address any of the named names to avoid pointing Will in any particular direction.]

I'm going for blackout. I'm saving you and Lecter for that threesome space.

[ House.

He's got his hands on you and he's an ex-FBI profiler. Even though Will had made something of a conscious effort to stop unintentionally profiling House while they traveled together, he couldn't ignore the reaction to Rhys' name.

Not when he also had some pieces of the puzzle from Rhys' side.

Ignoring the threesome taunt for the time being, Will stopped poking at the punctures, and set aside the gel and remaining bandages. However, he wasn't done with the cranky diagnostician. Reaching for House's face, he caught him under the side of the jaw that wasn't blackened and began to gently inspect the black eyes. ]

You hurt him. [ He said, the words direct but not judgemental. As much a question as a statement. ]

[House drops his gaze almost immediately, telegraphing guilt at virtual megaphone volumes as the gentle touch catches him off-guard. He manages to shove his mask of indifference back on a moment latter, meeting Will's eyes with challenge.]

That's pretty much what I do. Not the first. Won't be the last. He was being annoying.

[He was being broken and depressed and suicidal, and House had tried to shove him forcibly toward applying the bandages, sutures, and splints Rhys needed to pull himself back together. Get the man to rebel, to fight back, to prove House wrong for spite. It hadn't worked and he'd left Rhys even more broken without meaning to or knowing what the hell he can even do to fix it.

Comfort has never been much in House's wheelhouse. He'd screwed things up royally with Davesprite for the same reasons.]

[ For a moment Will just looked at House's bruised face, while inwardly his imagination reeled back through recent events. The Columbriam, the aggression towards Bluestar, House being even more of an ass than usual.

Their own fight that night. The one where House had tried to drive him away and Will had almost let him.

For a moment, the ex-profiler's grip became firm. It was still gentle, but insistent as he lifted House's face to look at him. Broken blue eyes studied the grizzled features of his friend traveling companion, seeing into all those dark corners that House hated having a light shined within. Those cracks in the foundation where House shoved the pain, glossing it over with aggression and jerkish behavior to keep people from poking at his bruises.

Heaven forbid he risk a healthy coping mechanism. Not that Will could speak to healthy coping mechanisms, even as a hypocritical ass. He was so far lost to them that it would be an abomination for him to even try. The healthy coping mechanisms would come from people like Wilson, Ecks, Rhys, Beckett, CuriousChloride, and others.

The living.

'You're already dead.' Inspector Pazzi's words sounded in his head, as clearly as if the man had just spoken them. He could see how this was going now, felt the cold resolve begin to settle into his chest.

A still sort of serenity settled in Will's eyes and after a moment, he reached up and pinched House on the bridge of his nose. He knew it was tender but unlikely to actually cause the man any appreciable damage. Rather it was the teasing sort of bullshit that would allow House to retreat behind his walls, feeling safe. ]

And you're an ass, and the sky is full of snow.

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[House feels more exposed under Will's close scrutiny than he had while he'd been mooning the man. There's something terrifying about it, but there's also something just a little bit freeing. To be known and understood is rare for a man who hides his emotions behind a wall that most never come close to penetrating, if they even bother trying in the first place. How had Will put it? Like it was something covered in spikes.

Will grips more firmly, and House finds himself leaning a little into the touch, daring. And then he gets pinched and the moment dissolves into pain. The doctor makes a choked sound and shoves Will hard.]

My nose is broken, you ass!

[Why is House being called names? Ugh! He covers over his face, to block any further playful assault. At least the tension's gone. That's... something. House shoves aside the bizarre mix of emotions that little exchange elicited and focuses on the pain.]

Are you done? Check yourself over or go wake Lecter up.

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