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im_torchwood) wrote2020-02-17 04:03 pm
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House
Jack couldn't just leave well enough alone. When he had free time, he found himself haunting the hospital, driving past Greg's building, spying on him as he got coffee. He even lo-jacked his bike.
But actually talk to the man? That wasn't in the plan.
He was actually in the hallway outside the clinic when his phone rang. He stopped to look at it, but it was just his boss so he swiped the call away.
But actually talk to the man? That wasn't in the plan.
He was actually in the hallway outside the clinic when his phone rang. He stopped to look at it, but it was just his boss so he swiped the call away.
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"You. Hands down," he grinned.
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"I earned my stripes," he smiled. Jack took a sip of water.
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"Yeah, I'd say you did," he said with a nod. "Not a ton to do there besides fuck and get stoned, to be honest."
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"Liking what you see?" Jack asked with a cocky smile.
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Jack shook his head and chuckled.
"Nice your self esteem hasn't changed."
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"Well, that's a given, isn't it?" Jack asked.
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"I'm not stalking you," he repeated again. It was just as much bullshit now as it had been beforre.
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That made Jack smile. Of all the things he got called, rarely was he labeled smart. But he could do temporal calculations in his head, could fix nearly any tech, and he was exceptionally well read. He just didn't present any of that.
"You don't think it's just because I'm so pretty?" he asked.
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Jack smirked at that.
"Wilson's tough competition," he said. "But you and me, we got...pretty close."
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"Do tell," Jack said. The bartender passed and Jack ordered House a double.
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"If that's what you're hoping for...it'd be more likely you punch me in the face."
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"That is a much longer story. You want another? Get a booth?" Jack asked. The bartender put down the double.
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Jack nodded, grabbed both glasses, and sauntered over to a booth. He knew House would be a bit behind, so he took the moment to drip the retcon into the scotch.
Then he sat.
"Okay," he said. "But you gotta admit, this jaw is begging for a fist."
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