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misanthrope_md) wrote2007-06-08 04:50 pm
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Homeplort Part 7
When House woke up, he felt a great deal of trepidation before opening his eyes... then was immediately relieved to find himself in his bed in Princeton rather than back on the island. The first thing he'd done was swallow two Vicodin. Then, surprised to find Jack asleep, he'd just let him sleep. He got up and took a shower, dressed, and started making breakfast. Omelettes again, as it was really the only thing he could cook. And coffee.
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Jack padded out to the kitchen, still naked, every mark on his neck and shoulders having gotten darker as the hours passed. He scrubbed his fingers through his hair and rubbed his eyes as he yawned, then wrapped an arm around Greg's waist from behind.
"Good morning," he purred, kissing the back of his neck.
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House took a step back from the stove and gestured to his clothes. He was dressed a hell of a lot nicer than he did most of the time on the island, wearing freshly pressed slacks and a blue button down shirt - there was a sports jacket slung over a nearby chair.
He figured that wherever they'd end up for dinner, he wouldn't be able to go there in jeans.
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He walked off shaking his head and chuckling softly. The shower turned on and his voice carried as he sang softly while he got cleaned up. It wasn't much longer before he returned in the other suit, jacket draped over his arm. He even had the dark blue tie around his neck, hanging loose.
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The trip should have taken an hour. 45 minutes and they were pulling up to The Peninsula (http://newyork.peninsula.com/) and Jack was handing the keys over to a valet.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he grinned, taking the bag before House could grab it.
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"Yes, sir?" the clerk said, glancing up at him.
"Best room you have open for the next two nights," said House.
"Well, we do have a deluxe room, and a couple of executive suites... did you want a room or a suite, sir?"
"Something big," said House.
The clerk lifted an eyebrow and looked down at her computer. "Well, we did have someone check out of one of the Grand Suites this morning. That would run you... six thousand dollars a night."
House grinned and pulled his Mastercard out of his wallet. "We'll take it."
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The man behind the counter was good at his job, he barely looked flustered at the tone. "The Cottage is the best, sir. Although our restaurants are..."
"The Cottage," Jack cut him off and looked at House. "Take me there."
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The clerk took the money and nodded, then snapped his fingers and a bellhop walked over. The clerk handed him a key. "Mark will see you to your room."
The young man took the bag from Jack smoothly. "This way, sirs."
As they headed towards the elevators, House leaned over and murmured to Jack, "They probably think I paid more for you than for the room."
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Mark threw open the doors and stepped into the vestibule, walking in and showing them around the suite. "To the left here is the living area, just through those doors is the dining room - over here is the bedroom - " He walked inside, through another set of doors. "Just through there is the master bathroom, to the left a dressing room and closet."
He set the bag down on a luggage bench.
House handed him another bill and he nodded to them before leaving them alone.
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"The bed's not as good without you in it," he grinned.
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He started towards the bathroom, and heard his cellphone ringing from his jacket pocket. "Let it ring," he said, "or if it's Cameron, tell her to shove it."
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Mom
This was an opportunity he couldn't possibly pass up. He flipped it open and turned his back to the bathroom, enjoying the view.
"You've reached the phone of Doctor Greg House, Captain Jack Harkness speaking."
"He's just stepped into the gents, Mrs. House. Blythe, then.
"Yes. Of course."
"We could do that, I can't see him taking that long."
"How do I know Greg? We're very good friends."
"Really. For about a year, now."
"I'm sure there are quite a few things he doesn't tell you, Blythe."