House – The Lost Series
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything related to House or Lost. Again, the storyline and any new characters are mine. So hands off. ;-)
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He hated the children running around his feet; the banal chit-chat of the people occupying the table just behind him and the coffee which tasted like it was burnt, even after three packets of sugar. But she was with him and that was all that mattered.
With a small sigh, Dr. Gregory House flipped to table of contents of his newly acquired Maxim magazine so he could catch up with Carmen Electra. He had just finished reading a rather, um, interesting quote when he caught sight of someone stopping by the unoccupied chair beside him.
"Hey, Gramps, this seat taken?" a man drawled.
Setting down his paper coffee cup on the small round table in front of him, House folded back the top half of his magazine before leaning back in the dark brown plush chair. The man standing beside him was younger – probably close in age to Wilson – and of average height with a lanky frame. His blond hair (dyed, dark roots were showing) was well-styled, in contrast to his scruffy jeans and denim jacket. He looked as willing to have a conversation as House did.
Good.
"Well, sonny, if you were her --" House held up his magazine, pointing at the full-page picture of Carmen, "I would say yes. But you're not, so go away."
The other man rolled his eyes (while still managing to squint – House wondered how he did that) before plopping down in the chair beside House. Setting his coffee cup down – an extra hot cappuccino were the items checked off on the to-go cup – he then swung his left leg up, resting his boot-clad foot on the table before pulling out the magazine he had tucked under his arm. House grinned and let out a small laugh when he saw it was the same one as his own. The stranger allowed a grin to briefly settle on his face before flipping the magazine open. House told him the page number of the Carmen interview and the other man grunted his thanks while House returned to his own magazine.
The two men sat in a silence broken first by the other man's cell phone (his name was Sawyer) before House's phone followed suit. It was Cameron – the test results for their newest patient were in. He closed his magazine and hoisted himself up from his chair with the aid of his cane.
"Nice ignoring you," he said to Sawyer as he dropped his magazine on the table.
"You're not gonna take that?" Sawyer asked, lowering his magazine as he looked up at House.
"Nope. I believe in sharing the joy; I'm a regular philanthropist."
"Well if I'd known that, I would have saved myself six dollars and just waited for you to be done Gramps."
"Oh, you kids," House said with a smirk. "Always kidding around. Now get lost before I beat you with my cane." Sawyer said nothing, his expression clearly showing how much he thought of that suggestion before returning to his magazine.
House shrugged his shoulders as if to say "What can you do?" to the occupants of the table who had chosen the moment of House's last comment to stop their conversation. Ignoring their disapproving glares he hurried out the door and to his motorcycle.
He had a bet with Foreman to win.