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smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a future House and Jinx fic with the prompt “conversation.”]
Jinx had his paws up on the desk next to him, not that he really needed the height advantage to see what House was doing. It was more so that he could get a look over the machinery to where Alec was lying, stiff as a board, in the MRI machine. The dog was protective, House knew that—he’d been on the wrong end of it more than once. But with these more stronger seizures that Alec seemed to be getting lately, House wanted regular MRIs to make sure that his brain wasn’t frying from the overload. So far everything seemed fine, but he wasn’t one to take chances. Especially with people he cared about who he saw on a regular basis. If they died—he’d be alone, and that was the last thing House wanted.
He was a selfish bastard that way.
So Jinx was watching the machine like it was going to grow teeth and eat his master, and House was just casting amused glances between him and the screen, making sure there weren’t any anomalies that he needed to be worried about. “You know, I’ve been working one of these for a long time. I think I know how it works.”
Jinx just gave him a look like he was a moron, and House tried not to laugh. He’d never met a dog who could be that eloquent with just a look, which was probably one of the reasons why he and Alec were such a good match for each other. A person who was that intelligent probably wouldn’t have connected as strongly with an average dog. Alec looked at Jinx as more than an animal, and that wouldn’t have happened if the dog wasn’t as smart as he was.
“I just wanted to be clear. Unless Alec has any shrapnel I don’t know about, he’ll be fine.”
Again, the look that said that the dog would calm down when Alec was out of the tube and back where he belonged.
“Are you talking to the dog?”
House looked up at Wilson with an amused smirk, before replying. “This dog is smarter than every fellow I’ve ever worked with put together. He has actual common sense.”
Wilson rolled his eyes, before moving to look through to the MRI machine where Alec’s legs were sticking out the long tube, holding perfectly still, as instructed. There wasn’t a lot of the nervous tension that had accompanied him on some of the first conscious MRIs he had to have when he was hospitalized here, but he still followed doctor’s orders to the letter. Given his phobia, House was surprised to say that Alec was the only patient he had who managed that.
“What’s he in for now?”
“Just a follow-up,” House shrugged. “Making sure his epilepsy is still in check.”
The other man nodded, moving closer and leaning over House’s shoulder, and looking at the screen. “Looks like everything’s all clear.” As he did, he noticed that Jinx’s eyes had tracked to him, watching his every move carefully as he was that close to the equipment. Wilson watched him back for a moment, before pulling back from the table and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Have you ever heard of phobias transferring to pets?”
House raised an eyebrow at that, before looking back at Jinx with a smirk. “I think he’d like to prefer it just being that he’s one hell of a service dog.”
Wilson gave a bit of a chuckle, before he started to head out of the room. “Well, you can’t argue with that, can you?”
“Nope,” House sighed, his hand moving over to rub Jinx’s back idly. “In your case, you really can’t.”
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wayward_au. Jinx is an NPC for smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a future House and Jinx fic with the prompt “conversation.”]Jinx had his paws up on the desk next to him, not that he really needed the height advantage to see what House was doing. It was more so that he could get a look over the machinery to where Alec was lying, stiff as a board, in the MRI machine. The dog was protective, House knew that—he’d been on the wrong end of it more than once. But with these more stronger seizures that Alec seemed to be getting lately, House wanted regular MRIs to make sure that his brain wasn’t frying from the overload. So far everything seemed fine, but he wasn’t one to take chances. Especially with people he cared about who he saw on a regular basis. If they died—he’d be alone, and that was the last thing House wanted.
He was a selfish bastard that way.
So Jinx was watching the machine like it was going to grow teeth and eat his master, and House was just casting amused glances between him and the screen, making sure there weren’t any anomalies that he needed to be worried about. “You know, I’ve been working one of these for a long time. I think I know how it works.”
Jinx just gave him a look like he was a moron, and House tried not to laugh. He’d never met a dog who could be that eloquent with just a look, which was probably one of the reasons why he and Alec were such a good match for each other. A person who was that intelligent probably wouldn’t have connected as strongly with an average dog. Alec looked at Jinx as more than an animal, and that wouldn’t have happened if the dog wasn’t as smart as he was.
“I just wanted to be clear. Unless Alec has any shrapnel I don’t know about, he’ll be fine.”
Again, the look that said that the dog would calm down when Alec was out of the tube and back where he belonged.
“Are you talking to the dog?”
House looked up at Wilson with an amused smirk, before replying. “This dog is smarter than every fellow I’ve ever worked with put together. He has actual common sense.”
Wilson rolled his eyes, before moving to look through to the MRI machine where Alec’s legs were sticking out the long tube, holding perfectly still, as instructed. There wasn’t a lot of the nervous tension that had accompanied him on some of the first conscious MRIs he had to have when he was hospitalized here, but he still followed doctor’s orders to the letter. Given his phobia, House was surprised to say that Alec was the only patient he had who managed that.
“What’s he in for now?”
“Just a follow-up,” House shrugged. “Making sure his epilepsy is still in check.”
The other man nodded, moving closer and leaning over House’s shoulder, and looking at the screen. “Looks like everything’s all clear.” As he did, he noticed that Jinx’s eyes had tracked to him, watching his every move carefully as he was that close to the equipment. Wilson watched him back for a moment, before pulling back from the table and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Have you ever heard of phobias transferring to pets?”
House raised an eyebrow at that, before looking back at Jinx with a smirk. “I think he’d like to prefer it just being that he’s one hell of a service dog.”
Wilson gave a bit of a chuckle, before he started to head out of the room. “Well, you can’t argue with that, can you?”
“Nope,” House sighed, his hand moving over to rub Jinx’s back idly. “In your case, you really can’t.”
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