for Jack

[misanthrope_md]

[taking place on the night of all this]

House didn't have much of a sense of time on the island, generally, but he did know when it was getting to be really late. Still, he knew Jack, and his bizarre sleeping habits, and so usually wasn't that surprised if he came back to the hut late, just having been visiting friends or in the compound and not really caring that it was midnight.

But House did like sleep, and so it was probably around midnight when he zonked out, arm splayed out across Jack's pillow.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack came in and without clocks, all he knew was that Chase and Jaime had set and Ace was approaching the horizon. It had to be very late...or ver early, depending on how you perceived time.

He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed, laying his head on House's arm as if it were some offered pillow instead of an obstacle. He laid an arm across the sleeping man's hips and kissed him once, softly, the scent of Stacy still clinging to his skin.

[misanthrope_md]

House stirred in his sleep, waking up just enough to mumble, "It's awfully late."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Fell asleep with Stacy," he replied quietly. "Came back as soon as I woke up."

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmkay," House murmured, starting to turn over again to go back to sleep... then suddenly he was very awake. "Wait, you did what with who?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack wasn't remotely asleep. He was just laying there quietly. He'd sort of hoped this wouldn't happen until the morning.

"I fell asleep with Stacy. On the beach," he repeated.

[misanthrope_md]

"Stacy?" House repeated. "My Stacy?" Though he didn't say it in a particularly possessive way, more just by way of identification.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he answered calmly. My Stacy...yeah, he knew that would be the reaction.

"She found the films," he said. "And things were...anyway, I took her to the beach and showed her the stars."

[misanthrope_md]

"...oh," said House. Wondering just which "films" he meant, but having a pretty good idea. "I didn't realize that the two of you were... friends."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I've known her since she got here, Greg," he said in a soothing tone. "We've danced. She's kissed me. We're friends, yeah."

[misanthrope_md]

"Right," House muttered. Could you honestly blame him for wanting to forget some of that?

He should be used to it by now, that Jack was friends with everyone. Stacy was no different.

"Okay, goodnight then," he mumbled, settling down into the mattress again.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Good...night."

Jack laid there quietly, watching Greg be irritated. Seconds ticked by and he counted breaths. Heartbeats. Scowls.

"You fucked her. Will. Whatever."

[misanthrope_md]

Actually, House had been about to fall asleep again.

"What?" he mumbled. "I'm not going to fuck Stacy."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. We watched the film, Greg. You were both naked in your bed. She cheated on Mark."

He rolled, raised, moved off of Greg's arm.

"She's still in love with you."

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh," House said, "that." Figures. "I've seen that too. It doesn't matter, Jack, it never happe - she what? No, she's not. Don't be stupid."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He laughed softly. "Because everybody lies? Shut up. You think I'm this late because I was fucking her? We were talking, and I'm pretty good at reading people, Greg. She's never going to be over you.

[misanthrope_md]

"She did a pretty good job being over me for five years," House snapped.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack stared at him for a second, then sighed and shook his head. "Now who's stupid," he said, moving over and pushing Greg's arm off his pillow.

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed. "Okay, fine, so what if she is? What am I supposed to do about it? Aren't you supposed to be jealous or something?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I told you I wasn't going to be jealous anymore, Greg," he said, like they'd gone over it a hundred times instead of just once. "Besides, she's mine as much as she's yours. She said so."

[misanthrope_md]

House bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"What do you think it means?" Jack shot back, the comfort of Stacy's promise still lingering. "She said she wouldn't leave. That she needs me. That she'd stay."

[misanthrope_md]

This was one of those times that House felt like he and Jack were speaking a completely different language. "Stay where? Need you how?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Stay. Not leave." Jack craned his head back, looking at the ceiling. "I don't know. It's an in the moment thing. She needed me to hold her, it felt good and right and so I did. I asked her what she wanted from me, she asked me what I wanted from her...you know, it's not something I analyze, Greg."

[misanthrope_md]

"To hold her? What was she upset about? After seeing us in bed together? Do you realize how completely screwed up that sounds, Jack?"

Though to be honest, he was more annoyed with Stacy than with Jack. Jack was... Jack. He couldn't resist a woman batting her eyelashes and looking vulnerable. And of all the men on the island, she had to go to him? For god's sake, what was it with the women in his life? Didn't they meet anyone else?

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Maybe about not being real? Having her life on television somewhere? Or maybe...that she's still in love with someone who makes her crazy. Maybe because she cheated on her husband?" he asked, looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "Are you really that dense, Greg? Sometimes people just need held. Okay, maybe not you, but you're not like most people."