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[Fiction] Take a Chance
Aug. 23rd, 2009 07:48 pm[Peter is an NPC, Alec mentioned is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smart_alec494. Set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wayward_au—possibly.]
House wasn’t one for crowded lecture halls or conventions, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. This wasn’t the kind of favor you could talk about over the phone. Especially when you’re dealing in information that even with his CIA clearance could get him into trouble. He wasn’t going to get Alec killed so if that meant crashing a Princeton lecture in order to see an old acquaintance, he was going to do it. He slid into the back seat of the hall, rapping his cane lightly against the floor as he listened to Walter speak—there was something about fringe science that was always entertaining, pulling the baseball cap down over his eyes as he did, not wanting to be spotted too soon. There was no fun in it if he just went over and said hello—he wanted to see if Peter was paying attention.
It wasn’t until he was getting up with the rest of the class to leave that he was stopped, a man’s leg coming out to rest in front of him, and House stopped short, before looking up at the intruder with a smirk.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to block the path of a cripple?”
Peter Bishop crossed his arms in front of his chest, smirking back at the other man as he responded. “Don’t you know it’s rude to crash a colleague’s lecture without at least saying hello?” House opened his mouth to respond to that, but Peter just shook his head, as he held up his hand. “Never mind—I don’t want to know what you could use to justify that. What are you doing here, House?” The man didn’t sound offended—more amused—so House just took that as a sign to continue. He paused for a moment, glancing around, before responding.
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smart_alec494. Set in wayward_au—possibly.]House wasn’t one for crowded lecture halls or conventions, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. This wasn’t the kind of favor you could talk about over the phone. Especially when you’re dealing in information that even with his CIA clearance could get him into trouble. He wasn’t going to get Alec killed so if that meant crashing a Princeton lecture in order to see an old acquaintance, he was going to do it. He slid into the back seat of the hall, rapping his cane lightly against the floor as he listened to Walter speak—there was something about fringe science that was always entertaining, pulling the baseball cap down over his eyes as he did, not wanting to be spotted too soon. There was no fun in it if he just went over and said hello—he wanted to see if Peter was paying attention.
It wasn’t until he was getting up with the rest of the class to leave that he was stopped, a man’s leg coming out to rest in front of him, and House stopped short, before looking up at the intruder with a smirk.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to block the path of a cripple?”
Peter Bishop crossed his arms in front of his chest, smirking back at the other man as he responded. “Don’t you know it’s rude to crash a colleague’s lecture without at least saying hello?” House opened his mouth to respond to that, but Peter just shook his head, as he held up his hand. “Never mind—I don’t want to know what you could use to justify that. What are you doing here, House?” The man didn’t sound offended—more amused—so House just took that as a sign to continue. He paused for a moment, glancing around, before responding.
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