Crossover: HL/House
Characters: Methos (John Smith), House (aged 8)
For prompt: 016 Purple
Rating: G
Spoilers: for season 3 House ep. "one day, one room" if you squint really hard.
Summary: the first time Methos helps him.
A/N: First in the "5 times House didn't cure Methos" series.
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"Hey are you alright?"
The boy flinched away, looking up at him with dry, red eyes, cupping his hand to his chest. Methos had seen the dog take a snap at him, seen him step back hurriedly from the face and gone over to check he was ok. Even if medicine had moved on a bit in the past hundred years or so he still new how to take care of a dog bite.
"What's your name?"
"…Greg…"
"Hi Greg, I'm John. Want to show me your hand? I won't hurt you I promise."
Warily Greg stretched out his hand. It was bleeding a little from a series of scratches where he had been caught by the animal's teeth, but none of them were very deep: he must have pulled away pretty fast. It was going to bruise nicely where he'd hit his elbow pulling his arm out from between the bars of the gate. A haze of purple and red was already showing in a line just missing his funny bone.
"That's not so bad. Make sure your mum cleans it up and bandages it for you when you get home though. Dog's mouths are really dirty and you don't want it to get infected."
"'S'ok, I'll do it right."
"Not your mum? Your dad?"
Greg's eyes turned cold. "I wasn't supposed to be there."
Methos went to say something more, but the boy cut him off.
"I'll clean it right. Thanks mister."
And with that he ran off down the street.