Challenge #33 Crossover Title: House Author: Vamphile Timeline: Post Season Five Condom(s): All 13 to Justin, Kthnx
House H/C Crossover Drabbles
One Brian and Justin were bickering about nothing in particular. Both were secure in the knowledge that this would end with them naked and fucking, and so it continued. Justin was about to rebut Brian’s oh so brilliant, “so?” When he started to feel a little dizzy. He opened his mouth to say something in response but before he could reply, his knees gave out and he crashed to the floor. He tried to sit back up but was having difficulty moving. He felt tired. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was Brian’s face, his expression grim.
Two Brian sat with Justin in the ambulance. He sat with him in the hospital and waited. A couple of kids, too young to be doctors, surely, kept running tests. Justin didn’t wake up, and although they kept referring to Justin’s doctor as “Doctor House.” Brian had yet to see the man. He was beginning to lose patience. He needed Justin to open his eyes. Finally they injected something into his IV and Justin’s eyes fluttered open. Brian tried to talk to him but the young doctor brigade were all shooting questions at him. Justin’s eyes closed again. “Get Doctor House.”
Three The girl flinched at the tone of Brian’s voice. Justin opened his eyes and squeezed Brian’s hand. “Don’t be a dick or they won’t fix me.”
Brian brushed the hair of Justin’s forehead, “I want to see the doctor.”
“Brian…”
Brian shook his head. “You can’t argue right now, don’t try, okay?”
Justin nodded and one of the doctors started to tell Justin about a procedure they intended to try. Justin blanched.
“It’s experimental, but it will give us some idea of what happened.”
“We don’t know what happened?” Justin looked to Brian. “They don’t know what’s wrong with me?”
Four Justin’s POV Brian looks really worried. I feel like the bed is spinning, and my body aches, all over. I can’t seem to get enough oxygen when I inhale. My first thought was penicillin, this is how I felt three days after I was exposed to some when I was ten, but they’d have ruled that out. Brian would have told them about my allergies. I look up and blink. I’m seeing double. I try to focus on his face but they’re both swimming, perfectly synchronized, in front of me. I reach out for him. I need to touch him. “Brian.”
Five Brian’s POV He’s reaching out for me, and I’m already holding his hand. I look at him but he’s not seeing me. He breathes out my name, like he’s not getting enough air. I move closer, our foreheads touching. “I’m right here Justin.” I have both his hands in mine but he can’t feel it. He tries to move his hand to find me. “I’m right here.” He’s unsure. One of the doctorettes is telling the other not to go against this Doctor House's orders. Who is this motherfucker? Why isn’t he here? Why can’t Justin feel my touch? “Get House. Now.”
Six Justin’s POV I try to calm Brian down. I can’t understand what he’s saying but I know that tone. It’s scaring me. He’s so worried. I turn my head to ask him but when he answers his voice is behind me. “Brian? I can’t see you.”
It feels like there’s a bug crawling down my back slowly. I try to brush it away but Brian tells me it’s his hand. I want to ask him why it felt so creepy but I’m too tired. I close my eyes again, lying on my side. Suddenly, it feels like someone stabbed me. I scream.
Seven Brian’s POV First he’s not making any sense, he talks to me without looking at me, he can’t find me, can’t see me. Then my touch, which at least he can feel, bothers him. Now he’s screaming as if someone’s trying to kill him. I step back this time. Whatever they give him for the pain has to help. He’s still screaming a minute later. His face is red and he’s curled into the fetal position. I want to help. I can’t, I’m helpless. I leave the room, his screams following me down the hallway. I’m going to track down this Doctor House.
Eight Brian found House and Cuddy arguing over something in House’s office. He interrupted them. “I’m here about Justin Taylor.”
House was tossing a stress ball from one hand to the other, “let me guess, you’re the boyfriend, here to tell me that he’s an angel. Come to convince me that he’d never cheat on you, do any serious drugs, or expose himself to situations that might result in violence or head trauma.”
“No. I’m here to tell you that you’re fired.” He turned his attention to Cuddy. “Find me another doctor.”
Brian turned before he could see House’s surprised expression.
Nine House caught up with Brian at the elevators. “You’re firing me? Because your little ray of sunshine needs a doctor who cares?”
“No, because he needs someone who doesn’t.” Brian stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the appropriate floor. “I don’t want you to give a shit about who or what, he has or hasn’t done. Just figure out what’s wrong, and fix him.”
House nodded just before the doors shut between them. Brian leaned back against the wall. He had to find another doctor. He had calls to make; first, he had to check on Justin.
Ten Justin was tossing his head. His arms were restrained, his eyes open and unseeing. Brian was beside him in two strides unbuckling Justin’s wrists.
“Sir, we have to leave them on.”
Brian ignored her. As soon as Justin’s hand was free he was pulling at his own hair, scratching his face, his mouth curved in a silent scream. Brian grabbed Justin’s wrist holding it tightly. “What the fuck is this?”
“We don’t know.”
“Well, figure it the fuck out.”
House walked in as Brian finished. “We’re working on that. Relax, ask anyone, I’m the least caring doctor you’ll ever find.”
Eleven Brian sat. He held Justin’s hand. It was still tied to the bed. Justin had drifted off at some point. Woken up again, seemed lucid and then just faded.
The team walked back in, pushing some forms at Brian. “Sign these, we’re going to inject him with dye.”
“What?”
“We need to trace the blood flow. Sign the papers.”
Brian signed them, and they pushed another needle into Justin’s IV. Brian was tired of the routine. Justin would wake up, seem fine, and then get even worse. He wasn’t sure how much more of this either of them could take.
Twelve They wheeled Justin away, and Brian didn’t move. When they brought him back they told him what they’d found. It made no sense to Brian but he could see their assurance that they’d finally solved the underlying problem. He signed another form and they pushed something else into Justin’s IV.
Justin woke up, his eyes searching the room frantically. They stopped when they settled on Brian. Brian brushed Justin’s hair off his forehead. “Hey.”
Justin smiled. “Hey.”
“You gonna go down again?”
“Maybe later, I’m tired.”
Brian laughed and leaned his forehead against Justin’s. “Twat.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“I love you.”
Thirteen Justin's laughed; it was more of a croak but good to hear. “That’s what this was all about you know… almost dying is the best way to get you to admit it.”
Brian brushed his lips over Justin’s. “I’ll say it more, just… cut this shit out.”
Justin nodded. “Promise.”
“Oh, and your allergies are spreading.”
“This was allergies?”
“Among other things.”
“To what?”
“We’ll go over it later, I promise.”
Justin closed his eyes and Brian’s hand tightened its hold. “Just sleeping Brian, I swear. I’ll be back.”
Brian kissed him gently. “If you don’t. I’m coming after you.”