Claire, Megabyte learned from May, was in the large, private room right off the kitchen. He knocked lightly, and opened the door a bit to peek in when the call of "Get lost," came from the other side of the door in a distinctly masculine voice.
"Evidently those two words aren’t in your vocabulary," House accused him. "Do you blame it on the MTV or are you just stupid? Oh, never mind, don't answer that."
"This is Claire's room. Where's Claire?"
"Actually this room belongs to someone who has some really interesting tastes in porn," House waved a magazine at him. "Somehow I don't think this is going to go far to induce Miss Littleton into labor. Unless she also likes to have men –"
Megabyte interrupted him before the man could say something derogatory about Claire, or simply derogatory period, and make Megabyte want to punch him. "Dr. House, where's Claire?"
"I heard you the first time."
"You didn't answer."
"Well, I'm not her babysitter. I'm a doctor. She stood me up too you know. Of course, I think that we both want to get between her legs for different reasons."
The temptation to beat the man over the head with his own cane was particularly strong. Feeling his jaw clench, Megabyte simply stepped backwards into the hall and decided to see if a search and recovery would locate the missing Aussie. His search was cut short as the ignored necessary biological imperative that had gone ignored upon waking reared its ugly head again and he ducked into the men's room.
Bladder empty, face washed and turning away from the unshaven, sunken eyes and far too pale man in the mirror, he resumed his search.
Megabyte hadn't gotten two steps before he heard a shrill, "I don't want you to examine me! Where's Dr. Pierson?" in a far too familiar Aussie accent come from Claire's room.
"Well, I don't particularly want to examine you either. I don't much like getting this up close and intimate with a woman unless I'm getting something out of it. Or I've paid her. Or she's paying me," House's typical disdain and rudeness carried into the hall.
"You're not nice! Go away!"
"Of course I'm not nice. If I was nice, people might actually start liking me. Now lie back, close your eyes and think of England. You should be good at that."
"House, leave her alone." Megabyte ordered from the open door.
*OOC: Leaving an opening for sophiedb or if anyone feels up the challenge of channeling House, or whatever.
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[Megabyte] Found Her (tag Claire, House*, open)
Date: 2006-08-23 03:33 am (UTC)"Evidently those two words aren’t in your vocabulary," House accused him. "Do you blame it on the MTV or are you just stupid? Oh, never mind, don't answer that."
"This is Claire's room. Where's Claire?"
"Actually this room belongs to someone who has some really interesting tastes in porn," House waved a magazine at him. "Somehow I don't think this is going to go far to induce Miss Littleton into labor. Unless she also likes to have men –"
Megabyte interrupted him before the man could say something derogatory about Claire, or simply derogatory period, and make Megabyte want to punch him. "Dr. House, where's Claire?"
"I heard you the first time."
"You didn't answer."
"Well, I'm not her babysitter. I'm a doctor. She stood me up too you know. Of course, I think that we both want to get between her legs for different reasons."
The temptation to beat the man over the head with his own cane was particularly strong. Feeling his jaw clench, Megabyte simply stepped backwards into the hall and decided to see if a search and recovery would locate the missing Aussie. His search was cut short as the ignored necessary biological imperative that had gone ignored upon waking reared its ugly head again and he ducked into the men's room.
Bladder empty, face washed and turning away from the unshaven, sunken eyes and far too pale man in the mirror, he resumed his search.
Megabyte hadn't gotten two steps before he heard a shrill, "I don't want you to examine me! Where's Dr. Pierson?" in a far too familiar Aussie accent come from Claire's room.
"Well, I don't particularly want to examine you either. I don't much like getting this up close and intimate with a woman unless I'm getting something out of it. Or I've paid her. Or she's paying me," House's typical disdain and rudeness carried into the hall.
"You're not nice! Go away!"
"Of course I'm not nice. If I was nice, people might actually start liking me. Now lie back, close your eyes and think of England. You should be good at that."
"House, leave her alone." Megabyte ordered from the open door.
*OOC: Leaving an opening for