House

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Jack was doing a great job of keeping clear of security, staying out of trouble, and formulating a plan. The problem was that the transporter room was always manned and he couldn't sneak in to get a transport to his ship. That meant he was here for a while.

The problem was...he was bored. He was out looking for something interesting to happen when he walked into a bar and saw a man sitting alone. That had promise.

He walked over to the older man with fantastic eyes and plopped down next to him.

"Can you believe this weather we're having?" he asked, warm and friendly.

When the bartender popped over he ordered a Nonasian heart stopper, much to the delight of the being behind the bar.

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House was already on his second whiskey. Just whiskey. The earth kind. And when he glanced over to see who was talking to him... christ, what was with all the stupidly hot people on this ship?

"You know, every day I wake up and hope I might be surprised," he said dryly. "Maybe a flash flood. Hurricane."

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Jack chuckled warmly and decided then and there this man was worth talking to. He reached over and clapped him on the back, then twisted to face him.

Offering his hand, he flashed a flirtatious smile.

"Captain Jack Harkness."

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Honestly, House's thought was, dear god I hope Robin Goodfellow hasn't just started to send me every prostitute he comes across.

But he just said, "Doctor Greg House." Pause. "And what are you a captain of?" Because he was guessing it wasn't Starfleet.

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"The AuraLee," he grinned."What are you a doctor of?"

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"Everyone," said House with a snort. "I'm the chief medical officer. And you must be new."

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"I'm just visiting," he replied. "You're really head medical?"

He might know something about Remus. Jack thought maybe he'd see what he could find out.

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"I am," said House. "How's your head?"

He twirled a finger for the bartender to give him another drink.

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"I've never had any complaints," he purred as he popped his lips and gave him a flirty wink.

"You must know all the best cases, hmm?" Jack casually asked then.

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Oh, House had walked right into that one.

He ignored the question and instead said bluntly, "Are you a prostitute?"

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Jack laughed warmly.

"No. Would you like me better if I was?"

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"Joke's on you, I don't like anyone," said House dryly. Though it was a little strange that the guy seemed to be flirting. Maybe he was just like that.

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"Bullshit. There's going to be one person at least," he said.

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"Feel free to take that as a challenge," said House. "But be warned, it will be difficult. Unless you're more than a pretty face?"

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Jack pointedly looked at his crotch, then back up at House and flashed a bright smile.

"I'm sure there's something about me that would interest you and make you like me," he said.

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House squinted at him. "Are you sure you're not a prostitute?"

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"What is it with you and hookers?" Jack chuckled. "That what really gets you going?"

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"Nope," said House. " I get going from not being bored." He took a drink. "I was just trying to figure out why you're flirting with me."

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"You are overthinking things," he said and took the drink the bartender put in front of him.

"Why are you even in a bar if not for the opportunity to get picked up?"

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House laughed, genuinely. "To drink," he said. Then he pointed a finger at Jack and said, "You know, this one time, a young, mind blowingly beautiful woman hit on me. The daughter of an ambassador stationed on the ship. Long blonde hair, big eyes, perfect body, the kind of thing you dream about. She wrote me love letters. Broke into my quarters and just waited on my bed, naked. And you know what happened?"

House slammed his hand on the table as if squashing a bug. "Mandovian brain worm."

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"Mandovian worms are picky, though. You must smell just right," Jack smiled and leaned in to breathe him in.

"You smell like antiseptic," he decided.

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House couldn't help but laugh, genuinely. "I knew there was a reason I started using rubbing alcohol as cologne. Or maybe that's just the whiskey."

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"I dunno, but it definitely makes me want to play doctor with you," he grinned.

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"You sure you don't have a mandovian space worm?" House said.

It wasn't that House had low self esteem or something. He figured he was reasonably attractive. For his age. But this guy... he looked like a fucking underwear slash toothpaste model. And also they weren't in a gay bar, they were on a spaceship.

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"I'm sure, handsome. Come on, Greg. You have great eyes, a nice smile, and you're a doctor. Every mom's dream...am I right?" Jack smiled.

"I mean, I bet you know every case on this ship..."

Like mousey little murder machines...

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House squinted at him.

And then sighed.

"Oh for fuck's sake, you want information about someone's medical case. I knew there had to be a reason you were flirting with me." He rolled his eyes and knocked back the rest of his drink.