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Jack was worried about Mimi, but more than that, he felt like such a fucking asshole. He'd let her go off with her bag of H. Ignorance of her addiction wasn't an excuse. Between that and his lingering jealousy over House, he was suddenly quiet. Not moping, just...quiet. He came into the treehouse and laid down in House's empty bed and stared at the ceiling.

He really hoped Mimi would be all right.

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House walked in not looking much better. His leg had been killing him lately, and he was still a little pissed off from his encounter with the Doctor the day before.

Plus he was still wearing a fucking turtle neck and it was fucking hot outside.

Jack looked over, then sat up slowly. "Tell me about heroin?" he asked, the concern clear in his voice.

House froze. "What?"

"Heroin," he said, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. "I...fucked up. So, how bad is it?"

House's mouth dropped open. "You took heroin?"

At least he didn't voice his second thought, which was - and you didn't give me any?

"No! Mimi found a bag and..."

Jack looked down at Greg's shoes and shook his head.

"I didn't know she was an addict."

House blinked. "Mimi?" Paused. "The girl with AIDS? Christ."

Well, maybe that was how she knew Roger.

"Yeah. That's who I had to go look for after the speeches. Tosh said...it doesn't matter. She found her. I just didn't know and it didn't seem like...I mean, I don't think like that. You need it, you need it, right?" he said to the floor.

"She could fucking die, and I didn't even think."

"She's... probably not going to die," House said. "If she's an addict, then she knows how much she can take without overdosing." It was callous, maybe, but it was true. He should know.

"It's nothing I ever dealt with," he shrugged. "Everything at home was synth and you just don't do drugs of different times. Too much chance of getting caught," he sighed, finally looking up.

"...Why are you dressed like that?"

"Like what?" House said absently, then added, "I found a bag of cocaine here. For me."

"Like this," he said, reaching out to pul at the turtleneck, ignoring the cocaine comment.

House rolled his eyes and yanked down the collar of the turtleneck. "Because I don't want people thinking I've been battered?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, brows furrowing. "Did somebody hit you?"

"No," House snapped, "but I've got a pair of marks that have moved past the realm of hickey." They had turned a rather unattractive shade of purple.

Jack's eyes fixed on the marks and stood up. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he said softly, his voice all warm velvet as he laid a hand on Greg's waist. "I'm sorry."

House sighed. "You didn't hurt me, Jack. I just didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, even softer. "I didn't mean to put you in that position. I just got...jealous, I guess."

"Jealousy on you comes across an awful lot like really pissed off," said House.

"Pissed off is a lot less direct," Jack replied, reaching up to cup Greg's face. "And pissed off doesn't ever want to make it better," he added, barely above a whisper, his lips ghosting over Greg's cheek.

House sagged a little. "So we're okay?"

"I really hope so," he said, lips moving up to his ear. "I love you, Greg."

"I love you too," House sighed, not sounding frustrated or upset, just tired.

"Want a blowjob?"

House blinked. "... what?"

Not that it was that foreign a concept, but it just came out of nowhere.

Jack smirked and shook his head. It wasn't entirely out of nowhere...he just skipped telling Greg the steps it took to get him to that point.

"I'm sorry. I want us to be good. Let me take you to bed," he said quietly, gently pulling at Greg's shirt. "If you don't want a blowjob, that's fine. I just want...you. Close."

Mine. Jack wanted Greg's shirt off so he could see what Greg was hiding because although he was sorry for hurting him or scaring him, the marks alone made him...well, they made him a lot of things. Happy was just one.

House hesitated. "If you... don't think there's anything else we should talk about."

He wasn't going to dwell on Jack's behavior the other day as long as it was over now - he knew well enough where jealousy could get you.

In fact, he'd been feeling it, too. As part of him wasn't entirely sure if Jack had been so upset because House had slept with the Doctor... or because the Doctor had slept with House.

Fingers brushed Greg's bared stomach and Jack smiled as he pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"Do you want to talk?"

"I uh... no."

House wasn't going to be a woman about it, after all.

"The Doctor might be looking for you. I might have yelled at him a little."

"You might have, hmm?" he said softly, coaxing Greg's shirt up higher so he could peel it off. "I'll talk to him some other time. I'm sick of fighting with him."

"Well I wasn't suggesting you run out right this minute," House said, rolling his eyes.

"Good. Because I wasn't planning on it," Jack replied, pulling the shirt off completely and tossing it aside. "Are you still pissed at me?" he asked.

House sighed. "I was pissed at you for being pissed at me."

"Mmm, sorry," he purred, leaning in to drag his tongue along Greg's neck.

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