Megabyte was relieved that House was leaving. Certainly having the Cranky Cane-Wielding Bastard around wasn't doing much to make Claire feel comfortable and relaxed. He hurried across the room, desperate to get between Claire and House as though some irrational part of his brain thought that his mere presence could protect her from the man's attitude and bearing.
The sound of the stopping of the tapping of House's cane made him groan inwardly. (Of course, the bastard has to have the last word.)
"You know, there is something that you could do to help," House called out happily behind him.
(I know that I'm going to regret saying this. I know that I should just keep walking and pretend that I don't hear him. But, House does not go away when you ignore him. Like a bad fungus infection, he gets worse.)
"What?" Megabyte asked carefully, continuing his approach to Claire's side. He had to admit that she looked far better than the other women. The happy drugs that DHARMA had been giving her kept her up – who knows what else they did, and she would need a doctor to look at her – but she wasn't worn down and looking like death on parade like the others.
He gave her an easy smile as he stopped by her bedside, because he didn't have to fake the happiness to see her – alive, well, whole.
"Dopamine." House continued. "A neurohormone released by the hypothalamus to keep you happy when you're, you know - happy."
(He's not suggesting --)
"Know what I mean? All natural, no needles, just Mother Nature's gift to you and me."
(He is suggesting. Asshole. House would go and suggest that just to get a rise out of me and bait me.) Clearly his days of pretending to only have a platonic interest were gone unless Megabyte managed to pull himself together – and quickly.
Then to his surprise, he felt hope surge from Claire. Her words however explained the reason for the hope and the reason that she wasn't terribly offended and disgusted by what House said. "Whatever, I don't give a shit any more! I'll love you forever if there's anything that'll make me feel half-human again!"
"You don't want what he's suggesting," Megabyte sank to the side of the bed. He instinctively slipped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. He didn't care that House was there, or what House would say or imply. Nothing could possibly be worse than the dopamine-happy-hormones reference.
"You heard the lady, she'll love you forever."
"House. Get out." Megabyte's voice was surprisingly calm.
"I'm in pain, and I'm miserable and I know that it's because of the drugs, but I hate feeling like this, Damon. If there's anything –" Claire was practically pleading with him. He saw the desperation in her big blue eyes. If she'd known what she pleading with him for, if circumstances hadn't been what they were, he would have jumped on the opportunity. But Claire didn't know what was asking for.
"Claire. Trust me, you really don't want what Dr. House is suggesting. He's just having a go at us."
"Having 'a go' at you? Trying to become a limey now?"
"House. Get. Out."
The cane began thumping again, the doctor moving towards the exit. "Then I will just take my helpful suggestions and be on my way."
(Good riddance.)
"Yes, I do! I want –"
"Sex, Claire." He knew that ears and face were flaming, and he could feel House's amusement as the man's footsteps and cane tapping receded. "House was suggesting that we have sex."
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
[Megabyte] Found Her (tag Claire, open)
Date: 2006-08-23 07:36 pm (UTC)The sound of the stopping of the tapping of House's cane made him groan inwardly. (Of course, the bastard has to have the last word.)
"You know, there is something that you could do to help," House called out happily behind him.
(I know that I'm going to regret saying this. I know that I should just keep walking and pretend that I don't hear him. But, House does not go away when you ignore him. Like a bad fungus infection, he gets worse.)
"What?" Megabyte asked carefully, continuing his approach to Claire's side. He had to admit that she looked far better than the other women. The happy drugs that DHARMA had been giving her kept her up – who knows what else they did, and she would need a doctor to look at her – but she wasn't worn down and looking like death on parade like the others.
He gave her an easy smile as he stopped by her bedside, because he didn't have to fake the happiness to see her – alive, well, whole.
"Dopamine." House continued. "A neurohormone released by the hypothalamus to keep you happy when you're, you know - happy."
(He's not suggesting --)
"Know what I mean? All natural, no needles, just Mother Nature's gift to you and me."
(He is suggesting. Asshole. House would go and suggest that just to get a rise out of me and bait me.) Clearly his days of pretending to only have a platonic interest were gone unless Megabyte managed to pull himself together – and quickly.
Then to his surprise, he felt hope surge from Claire. Her words however explained the reason for the hope and the reason that she wasn't terribly offended and disgusted by what House said. "Whatever, I don't give a shit any more! I'll love you forever if there's anything that'll make me feel half-human again!"
"You don't want what he's suggesting," Megabyte sank to the side of the bed. He instinctively slipped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. He didn't care that House was there, or what House would say or imply. Nothing could possibly be worse than the dopamine-happy-hormones reference.
"You heard the lady, she'll love you forever."
"House. Get out." Megabyte's voice was surprisingly calm.
"I'm in pain, and I'm miserable and I know that it's because of the drugs, but I hate feeling like this, Damon. If there's anything –" Claire was practically pleading with him. He saw the desperation in her big blue eyes. If she'd known what she pleading with him for, if circumstances hadn't been what they were, he would have jumped on the opportunity. But Claire didn't know what was asking for.
"Claire. Trust me, you really don't want what Dr. House is suggesting. He's just having a go at us."
"Having 'a go' at you? Trying to become a limey now?"
"House. Get. Out."
The cane began thumping again, the doctor moving towards the exit. "Then I will just take my helpful suggestions and be on my way."
(Good riddance.)
"Yes, I do! I want –"
"Sex, Claire." He knew that ears and face were flaming, and he could feel House's amusement as the man's footsteps and cane tapping receded. "House was suggesting that we have sex."