Ch.3

DISCLAIMER- I don't own the characters of House, M.D.

CREATION- I DO HOWEVER OWN Thadias Morrison Blackout, Septis Setzer Blackout, and Mik. (TM)

He stands up and smiles to himself.

" Time to go visit my very special patient House."

He says as he leaves his office and heads into the one next to it. House is still sitting in his chair gazing at the cream-colored ceiling.

"So, you injected him with Thadias's special serum? Ohh, that's real smart Septis. Let me guess you forgot to stop the bleeding didn't you?"

Septis is some what shocked that he already knows this much.

"I didn't have to stop the bleeding it stops itself."

He stares at House lovingly. House reaches into his pocket and gets out a Vicodin bottle. He dry swallows two pills. He places the bottle deep within the confounds of his pocket, he stares deeply into the other man's eyes.

"So you heard what Foreman was going to do to you?"

Septis shuts the door behind him sitting down in the chair right in front of the older man.

"Yes, his all expense paid trip to summer camp. Sounds like fun."

The sarcastic House replies still staring at him. Septis leans forward getting closer to the doctor.

"You realize House, that I can get those charges dropped and get you out of rehab. But it's going to cost you."

House leans forward coping him,

"I don't sell drugs anymore, sorry." Septis laughs at his sarcasm.

"I don't need money or drugs trust me, I have too much of both already." He replies sitting back in the chair.

"Alright 'doctor' what is it your really after?"

House once again copies him. Septis smiles.

"The only thing that I'm after is you."

House's heart starts to beat faster and faster. Thoughts are racing through his head, sweat begins to pour from his forehead. He looks at Septis hoping that this is a joke, Septis smiles.

"Well Greggy?"

House wipes his palm across his forehead removing the sweat. " I don't see why I would have to degrade myself for your homosexual pleasures." Septis gets a rather unique facial expression.

"Ohhh really? Is that how you see it? Ok fine then. Do what in the hell what you want to do, but don't come bitching to me when your roommate makes you his bitch."

Septis looks at the clock high on the wall of House's office.
House glances at Septis for a moment trying to decide between a constant rape in prison, or possibly a nice time with a gay stranger. He ponders this rather difficult question for a few minutes longer, he sighs.

"……Alright……"

Septis smiles a giant smile. " Good, I'll pick you up at eight."

House cannot believe what he is hearing!

"How do you----"

Septis gets up and opens the door.

" Trust me Greggy I know."

He shuts the door the door behind his grand exit. House sits there not knowing what to do about his decision.
He leans back in his leather chair making the Vicodin bottle appear once again, he stares at the ceiling.
Septis walks next door to his office unlocking it as he heads quickly inside. Foreman is sitting down in the floor holding his blood stained chest. He looks up and sees Septis hovering about him. He extends a hand trying to help him up from the cold floor.

"Hi there Foreman, how are you feeling?"

Foreman grabs his strong hand and makes it to his feet. "W-what happened?"

Foreman looks around dazed and confused. He gets to his feet instantly holding his throbbing head.

"Ohhh you fell your fine though."

Foreman can see his black shirt along with his pure white coat blood stained, he panics.

"Is that blood!?"

Septis shakes his head.

" No, it's food coloring mixed with a light powder. We were doing an experiment and you tripped and fell into it." Septis lies his ass off.

"Ohhh." Foreman once again glances at his shirt and coat.

" Well I need to get back to work. I'll talk to you later."

He exit's the room leaving Septis finally alone and in peace. He reaches into his pocket and dials a number. He waits a bit until finally speaking.

" Yes hello, this is Dr. Septis Blackout speaking." The conversation goes on for what seems like four hours, but in reality it's only twenty minutes.

"Yes ok. So we have a deal?" He pauses.

"Great, I knew that you would see it my way. Bye."

He hangs up his cell phone and places it into his deep pants pocket. Septis shakes his head as he leaves the room.

"I have to get ready for my date."

The mysterious doctor walks down the never ending cream-colored hallways, past the front desk, and out into the parking lot. He sees a parking sign to his left it reads.

"House. "

He looks at the medium sized plain looking car that was parked in front of the sign. The car seems to be in bad shape with some paint peeling off, not to mention a crappy paint job to begin with. He walks three cars down and finds his sleek, black medium sized car. He un-locks his car and drives to his home to get ready for his big date.

He pulls quickly into the driveway almost hitting his shrubbery. He gets out as fast as he can running up to the door steps, he manages to un-lock the door and run inside. He is greeted by his large living room. His walls are covered in a dark crimson color. He has a black leather couch with a random assortment of furniture spread through out the room. There is a large 56" flat screen t.v. right against a wall. He runs off into the bathroom. He fumbles around the sink in search of hairspray. He quickly opens it and lightly mists his jet-black shoulder length hair with it. He smiles evilly at the mirror in front of him. He runs his long fingers through his straight hair a few times.

Making it just right he leans over and grabs some Axe body spray and lightly sprays it all over his long slender body. He turns out the light and runs into his bedroom, he kicks his shoes off almost instantly when getting in his room. He slams open the closet door and flips through shirt after shirt trying to find the right one. Finally he finds it! A nice black short sleeve silk shirt with dark red Japanese style designs on it. He throws his doctor's coat off and quickly un-buttons his other shirt throwing it halfway across the room. He carefully buttons up his black silky shirt tying not to rip it. He looks around his room in search of some pants. He drops the pants that he is wearing revealing his black silky boxers.

He rummages through some pairs of pants trying to find his favorite pair. He feels something very smooth, he looks ahead and sees his nice black leather pants. He zips them up not realizing what he is doing he trips and falls. He lies there a second longer to button up his pants. He carefully gets up not wanting to destroy his clothes. He's happy about what he tripped over, his shoes. He puts on his expensive black shoes and runs out of his bedroom. He is about to run out of the front door when he realizes something. He heads over to his table and grabs his keys, running out of the door locking it as he goes.

Driving down the road just up ahead is House. He pulls up next to him. House is wearing a black leather jacket, underneath is a dark blue long sleeved buttoned up shirt, he has on a pair of dark blue jeans. His hair is about the same as it always is with a cold expression to top it off, cane strongly in hand. He limps to the car and opens the door, he carefully gets in placing his cane in his lap before slamming the door hard. Septis jumps a bit of the sound of metal slamming together.

"Why don't you just go ahead and kill me now?" House replies looking at the road, Septis turns the wheel.

"That's so nice of you to allow me to kill you."

Both men completely avoid eye contact.

"You look nice tonight." Septis says checking out the older doctor's body.

"Shut up." House replies becoming really annoyed.

They pull into the parking lot of a semi fancy restaurant called The Pointing Swan. House glances at the fancy place watching people trying to get inside of the place. He has seen this place a few times before, passing it on his way to work but not really paying much attention to it. As they are in the restaurant, they have to wait a while for a table with no place to sit. The more that they stand there the more House's leg starts to hurt him. Septis can see the pain in his eyes as he fidgets with his cane. After ten minutes of standing there they finally get called for a table. They walk side by side going to their table House limping every bit of the way. They can feel eyes staring holes through them, they are basically like a limping freak show. House with his cane and limp, and Septis with his leather pants and his black attire.They take their seats and pick up some menus.

"Are you ok?"

Septis asks worried with concern in his voice. House reaches into his pocket and pulls out that infamous bottle.

"Yes, I'm so happy I can jump a damn fence!"

A brown haired waitress comes to the table.

" Can I get you a-----"

House dry swallows the pill quickly.

"….May I take your order gentlemen?"

House stares smiling at the brown haired woman pretending to be interested. House orders some mild spicy chicken while Septis orders a New York Strip steak, they both have some water to kill their meals down with. House sits there ignoring him.

"So…I-----"

"What in the hell are you here for?"

Septis stares blankly at the handsome man.

"Well I'm really the same type of doctor that you are, but that woman made me apart of your team."

House moves his cane closer to him.

"Cuddy."

Septis takes a sip of his water.

"Yeah the bitch with the weird ass name. She told me that she thought that it would give you a challenge, to have to have two of the same type of doctor on one team." Septis has his water twirling the glass cup around in his hand. House actually amiles at him.

"Ohhh…well that explains it." The waitress brings them their food and damn near drops it on the table.

" I'm so sorry!"

She cries out in embarrassment. Not one doctor says a word, she walks off going to another table.

For the rest of the time in between the chewing they discuss their doctor points of view along with their ideas. They also talk about meaningless but interesting subjects. Hell, Septis even made a joke which was really more stupid then funny, but House laughed anyway. Then the check arrives, the waitress places it right in the middle of the table. The two men quickly grab for it at the same time causing both of their hands to touch. Septis instantly blushes, House quickly removes his hand. Septis picks up the check and examines it the bill read one hundred twenty seven dollars and fifty three cents. House leans forward and sees the price on the bill he makes a face. He is about to say something until Septis cuts him off.

"No need. I offered to take you out so I'm paying."

Septis smiles and pulls out a wad of cash. He places the money with a tip on the table. Outside the temperature is freezing. Septis begins to shake as the two walk to the car.

"Wait."

House says stopping. Septis turns around staring at House with a strange look in his eyes. His arms are closely wrapped around his body trying to keep warm.

"Damn this silk shirt."

He mutters quietly. House removes his leather jacket and holds it up in the air.

"Here I don't need you getting me sick."

Septis stares at him blankly not knowing if he is playing some sort of sick joke on him. He continues to hold up the heavy leather jacket in his hand. Septis reaches for the jacket and quickly puts it on feeling the warmth of the other man.

"Thanks."

He says while continuing his journey to the car. Septis un-locks the doors, he walks over and opens the door for House. House gives him a strange stare he stops standing in front of the door.

"I don't need your pity."

Septis continues to stand there.

"I don't pity you. This is the least I can do for letting me wear your jacket."

House looks at him once more before getting in the car. The two of them drive down the cold dark road; they sit in silence enjoying each other's company. Septis can see out of the corner of his eye House staring at him with short glances. Septis looks over and almost catches House staring at him. Septis pulls up to where House lives; he opens the door and puts his cane out.

"Here's your jacket."

Septis tries to take it off. House grabs his cane and peers down into the window.

"Just hold onto it until tomorrow."

House says as he shuts the door and limps off.

"Thanks."

He quietly mutters while walking away.

"Welcome."

Septis silently says to himself as he drives off down the lonely road.
The next morning Septis is in the main room where everyone meets at, so is the rest of the team. Septis is wearing House's leather jacket not taking it off all night. House hobbles in smiling for once. Septis stands up greeting House.

"Heres your jacket back from last night."

Trying to rub it in Chase's face. He takes it off and hands it to House.

" Yes thanks." He lays the jacket on the back of a chair, the two men sit down.

"Ok, so what's wrong today?"

House glances around at all of them waiting for an answer.

"Clinic duty." Cameron replies.

"Tell me something I didn't know."

He replies trying to be a smartass.

"I'm not single."

She says pointing it out to him, trying to make him think about that. He stands up grabbing some papers off the table.

" Tell your girlfriend I said hi."

He limps out of the room leaving her stunned.

"Why is he in such a good mood?"

Foreman asks aloud.

"I don't know he's usually in such a pissy mood."

Chase says looking at some papers. Suddenly they all look at Septis. He looks at them with an annoyed look on his face.

"What?"

Septis says acting confused but really laughing on the inside. He shuffles through some papers.

"Ok, let's get down to business! I want to work on my first patient!"

He says fakely trying to amuse them. Cuddy walks in looking at Septis.

"Your first patient is in his room, go tend to him."

Septis gives them all an evil stare as he walks out of the room. Cameron blurts out.

" What in the hell did he do to House!?"