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[Mar. 14th, 2008|05:11 pm] |
Who Jack Dent and Greg House
What Shopping, chatting (Girl's day out? Shh)
Where Greg's place than onwards!
When Friday afternoon
Warning Oh, please, look at the who...Really.
( Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like Jack? ) |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|11:26 pm] |
Who: Greg and Jack
What: A little bit of harmless phone sex. No, really.
When: Um. Valentine's Day, sometime when Greg isn't busy making Ray his Valentine...
Warnings: Um, see the what, people.
Greg looked over with a smirk as his phone rang, sliding across the couch to grab it up.
"Just in time, Jacky... I was afraid I was going to have to start without you." Not the Elvis impression he'd been wanting, but that would be a pretty strange way to answer the phone.
Moreso than answering with innuendo, to Greg. Go figure. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2008|12:10 am] |
who Jack and Jules
What Feeding ducks! Yeah!
Where A duck pond, obviously.
When Tuesday afternoon, the best time to feed ducks
Rating/Status Jack will be sitting in Julien's lap for a good deal of it. Your call on rating./In progress!
Jack was free of cast and free of bandages and free of the hospital thus was a happy boy. Screw all work, all hospital food made Jack a dull boy. He was still on medication, of course, for the headaches he was getting, but that too would pass, he was certain. All was sunny once more in the land of Jack Dent and he wanted to share that sunny with his Jules.
So, bounding through the house, tugging a sweater on as he went, Jack poked his head into the living room where Julien was and waggled his brows from a long distance, knowing the range worked out mathematically so that Julien would be affected, "Jules love, want to go for a spin to the park? I need to air myself out after being stuffed up for so long and I'm not going alone, thank you very much. Buildings fall on me and all that nonsense, and I won't stand for it if I don't have to!" |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|01:09 pm] |
Who: Jack and... Jack the Sexy and... Oh, hell. The Sexy Jacks.
What: Hospital visitations, nostalgia, etc
When: Today. Was supposed to have been yesterday, but I fail.
Warnings: I'll keep you posted.
It had taken Jack a bit of detective work, but he managed to find the hospital Jack was laid up in, heading there the very-old-fashioned way; walking. How quaint. Strolling into the building, he had the fleeting thought- for all the Doctors he spent time with, he hadn't had need for a hospital in decades.
Stopping in the doorway to Jack's room, he realized briefly that it was times like this he wished he could transfer his 'gift' to his friends. Still, Jack looked better than he'd thought; enough to get a smile out of Jack, and a wolf-whistle.
"I'm loving the get-up. Antiseptic chic, I feel it." Shoving off the wall, he walked forward to Jack's bedside, giving him a peck on the cheek before settling in the chair next to him. "Lookin' great, baby." |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|08:49 pm] |
Who: House, Reina and Sofia, Jack Dent
What: Visiting Jack!
When: Today-ish. As we've demonstrated, time is not a fixed construct.
Warnings: Adorableness? Nothing high, considering there's childrens in the room.
Around 9:00 am- noon, eastern, in their defense- the trio appeared in Jack's room. The girls, usually full of energy, were sticking conspicuously close to their father. But once they reached the door and caught sight of Jack in the bed, they climbed out of the wheelchair Greg had opted for and rushed ahead, climbing on the chair near the bed, dragging a tote bag between them.
"HOWDY UNCLE JACK!" He wasn't facing them, so they weren't sure if he was awake. Regardless, he probably would be now. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:07 pm] |
Who Dame SIR Jack Dent, Julien and House
What Hauling Sir Jack's ass out of the mess he fell under
Where What used to be the grocery store down the street from Jules/Jack homestead
When After This
It was getting harder and harder to type and keep his eyes open and just focus for Jack and he was on the verge of giving up when he heard someone calling down his aisle and he looked up to see a bright light. Which really just pissed him off as he whimpered and flinched away from it, saying a raspy "Do fuck off with the lights, dear," as he felt dizzy from the efforts. A rustling followed, not helping his headache, and then there were the sounds of men and he blinked a bit. He was waiting for men. Greg and Jules.
"Jules?" He called, coughing slightly and whiping at his forehead, feeling very sweaty, though dismayed to find his sleeve come back with blood, "Oh, that stains," He muttered, laying back and looking at the ceiling, "Jules?" He called weakly, "Greg?"
Then the shelving unit that was on his arm shifted. Without warning. Jack was a screamer during films, and you could be damn sure he screamed when in pain. Letting out the loudest one he could imagine-and sadly, the girliest one in pitch, making his head throb-Jack finished it off with a pathetic sounding sob and a "Fuck off with the moving, too" before he curled up on himself and closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out and hope beyond hope Jules or Greg would arrive and save the day. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
Who Jack, Jules, House and Ray (oh my!)
What A dinner party/meet and greet/'You dressed up as ladies and did what?'
Where The Jules/Jacky residence
When Sunday evening
Warnings So much Hugh, so little time. Mhm. Just reading the intro is raunchy. Or caesary. Or some other dressing...
In his arms were far too many bags and in his step was far too much bounce for a man lugging his weight and then some in groceries. However, Jack was in a marvelous mood; for not only had he had a lovely evening with Greg Friday night which had ended with a lovely morning with Jules after he stumbled in from the night with Greg, but he was having said Greg and said Jules finally meet one another and Jack would finally get to meet Ray. Since he was rather fond of Greg, he was looking forward to meeting the man that made Greg so very happy, or did in Jack's opinion at least.
Hopping to the door and placing down a few bags to unlock it, Jack sauntered into the flat with a loud and very Rickyesque "Juuuuulesy, I'm HoooOOoooome!" Before kicking the door shut and heading towards the kitchen, going on in his own voice, "And my Lord are my arms tired! Why did I buy so much? Trying to impress our new friends, I wager. How are you dear? Tell me a bit frisky because I know that doing the shopping always makes me a little bit keen for a spin," The groceries were on the counter with a thump as Jack sighed with relief, "Oh, that's heavenly." |
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[Jan. 25th, 2008|10:34 pm] |
Who: House the monolegged, and Jack Dent
What: Escapades; because they can, and House needs friends.
When: Now- so Friday Evening, California time.
Warnings: None yet, although with these two, copious flirting and questionable situations.
Greg had decided to err on the side of caution and take the Charger to Jack's apartment, revving the engine as he slid to a stop in front of his building, to try and get his attention. It was both showy, and prevented Greg from having to get out of the car and maneuver up the steps. Win/win. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2008|01:09 am] |
Who Jack Dent And Greg House [The Mick And Keith of UTR, Y/Y? Aha.]
What Greg is blowing things up with his mind. Jack is naked. What CAN'T They do?!
Where Greg's place
When Wednesday evening
Rating/status Naked!Jack gets us up to pg-13 at least.../in progress!
( Dear Jules, went to Greg's to make sure he didn't blow up his face. ) |
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