House

[im_torchwood]

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.

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[im_torchwood]

"Yeah, well...I got kind of good at calling you on your bullshit," he replied with a tiny huff of a laugh.

[drfeelbad]

"Let's go," said House. "My insatiable curiosity is getting restless."

[im_torchwood]

Once they were loaded into the rig, Jack pointed them toward House's flat.

"Fine, you know...Just ask me whatever," he offered.

[drfeelbad]

"Is your masochism really the reason you're stalking me?" House asked.

[im_torchwood]

"Probably," he replied. "Or maybe nostalgia."

[drfeelbad]

Since he had an open line to ask questions... "Did you love me?"

[im_torchwood]

"I did," he nodded. But he offered nothing more.

[drfeelbad]

House honestly didn't know how to react to that. "And did I love you?"

[im_torchwood]

"Yes," he again nodded.

Poor Greg. This part was never easy.

[drfeelbad]

House took this in for a moment. He found that he believed him. And considering how infrequently he fell in love...

"That's by building," he said. "But I guess you knew that." He rubbed his eyes. Why was he tired?

[im_torchwood]

"Yeah, I knew that," he said as he parked. "I've been around. You know. Not stalking you."

[drfeelbad]

"Right, all that not stalking." House opened the door and got out, limping inside and letting them in. "And I suppose you've been in here too?" he added. "You break in while I was at work?"

[im_torchwood]

"Something like that," he replied. "You need a housekeeper."

[drfeelbad]

"I don't have many guests," House said with a snort. He put a hand to his head as he started to feel a little dizzy. He was feeling fuzzy. But he hadn't taken vicodin in a couple of hours.dr

[im_torchwood]

"Yeah, I know," he said, moving to the sofa to tidy up a bit of paper and fluff the pillows. "You look exhausted, Greg. Why don't you lay down while we talk?"

[drfeelbad]

House sat down on the couch. Then he looked up at him. "Can I still ask you questions, and you'll answer truthfully?"

[im_torchwood]

"Yeah. Go for it," he offered.

[drfeelbad]

House looked at him. "Did you drug me?"

[im_torchwood]

"Sure did," he nodded. "Don't worry, though. You'll wake up refreshed, I promise."

[drfeelbad]

House's eyes went a little wide; he hadn't been entirely sure of the answer. "Why?"

[im_torchwood]

"Well, because the way I mix the chemical compound leaves you feeling alert and not groggy," he explained, completely aware that hadn't been what House meant.

[drfeelbad]

"I meant, why did you drug me, you dick," House muttered.

[im_torchwood]

"Because I haven't gotten our reunion right yet. Don't worry, I'll get there. Until then, I get to keep tucking you in," Jack told him.

[drfeelbad]

"... it's going to make me forget?" House said groggily. "Fuck you. How many times have you done this? And also... how do you want it to go?"

[im_torchwood]

"This is only the sixth time," he assured him. "And I just want it to go...right. I miss you, Greg."