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Title: A Stranger in House’s House

Author: hmcgirl

Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and a bit o’ swearing.

Pairing: I see it as Billy/Dom, but I suppose you could substitute someone else in there.

A/N: HOUSE crossover WOOT!  Oh man, I hope I did House justice.  ::prays::  I love him, but the man is impossible to write. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“HOUSE!!”  Dr. Boyd shouted, nearly kicking in the glass door. 

 

House did not seem intimidated, he never did.  He merely glanced up from his video game.  “Can this wait two seconds?  I’m on the boss level.”

 

“No, it cannot fucking wait!”  Dr. Boyd, or Billy as House called him, slammed down a folder on the desk and all but knocked the game out of House’s hands.  “You stole my patient!” 

 

“No I didn’t, he’s still in his room, go check.  Lemme play my game.”  House sneered, bending down to pick up his game, dismayed to see that the batteries had popped out.  “Awww!  I didn’t save!”

 

“Will you take me seriously for three fucking seconds?  You took my patient away, after I had ordered all the tests, and then you didn’t even tell me!  Just because I’m new around here doesn’t mean I’m going to let you walk all over me, you prick!”  Billy’s face turned redder as he got angrier and angrier.  For such a small man, he was indeed a commanding presence, with a strong Scottish accent and a charming smile.  Pretty much every girl in the hospital was fawning over him, and he was best chums with all the guys, except House of course. 

 

“Why do you care so much about one patient?  It was my understanding that you were a bit overloaded anyway, I just did you a favor.”  House reclined back in his chair and looked thoughtful.

 

For a moment, Billy seemed to lose some of his steam.  His green eyes softened and the wrinkles in his forehead waned.  “He’s a good friend of mine, alright?  I specifically requested that I be his doctor so I could make sure he got the best treatment possible.”

 

“Ooh, playing favorites?  How un-doctorly of you.”  He smirked. 

 

“Shut up, House.  You don’t understand.  You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”  Somehow he’d gone from enraged to defeated in less than ten seconds. 

 

“Dr. Boyd, that’s just not true!  I care about.... Okay it’s true, but my imagination is very vivid, so I think I know how you feel.”

 

“Look, I came in here to get his test results, I know they went to you instead of me, and whatever it is, I think I should deliver the news.”

 

House gazed thoughtfully, dragging out the tension a wee bit.  “Ah, me.  I’m just a big softy.  Here.”  He pulled the file out from the large drawer at his side, and flipped through it one more time before handing it over. 

 

He hadn’t expected Billy to look through it before leaving, but he did.  The smaller doctor perused the papers for a few moments, his face suddenly draining of all color.  “I... I need to sit down.”  He faltered back and barely landed in the chair behind him.

 

“Not happy news.”  House said.

 

Billy’s hand over his mouth muffled any answer from escaping.  His eyes drifted shut, his breathing slightly labored.  “Positive.  HIV.... positive.”  His voice broke, and House inwardly groaned.

 

“You’re gonna cry now?  Honestly, what doctor hasn’t had to deliver that news at least ten times, c’mon....” He trailed off when he noticed tears streaming down Dr. Boyd’s face.  “This is more than just a friend, isn’t it?”

 

“Shut UP, House.”  Billy forced through tears and gritted teeth.  “It’s none of your damn business.”

 

“Actually, it’s still my patient, so it IS my business.  Kind of.  Well, I’m just curious, really.  Uh, tissue?”  He pushed the box forward with his cane.

 

“Not him.  Oh God, he said he was always careful.  He always.... Jesus Christ.  How am I...” His voice had gone high with sorrow as he pressed the tissue to his eyes.

 

“C’mon, knock it off, you’re a doctor.  Get a hold of yourself.  Plus, it’s getting really hard to understand what you’re saying.”  House stood and limped over to Dr. Boyd’s side, leaning against the desk.  “So.... lover?”

 

“Jesus...” Billy coughed, off-guard at House’s bluntness. 

 

“Thought so.  Damn, I’m good.” He said aside to himself.  “How do you think he’ll take it?”

 

By this time, Billy had gotten his tears under control.  “God, knowing him, he’ll probably be more concerned about me.”  He murmured grimly, obviously implying something. 

 

House frowned and swore he could hear the gears in his own head turning.  “Ooooooh.  Not good.”

 

“Very not good.  I should, uh.  I should go.  Tell him, I mean.”  He stood, crushing the tissue in his hand.  “Thanks,” he said.  He could have been talking about the tissue.  Or maybe not. 

 

“On your way, tell the wench that I’ve given you your patient back.  I’m busy as a bee over here anyway.”  He plucked up his video game and turned it on with a beep. 

 

“Uh, House?  Do you think, maybe, you could keep this to yourself.”  He made a vague hand gesture. 

 

“I won’t tell anyone you cried.”

 

“Not that, you know what I mean.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I won’t out you.  Now beat it.  You’ve already cost me a personal best in level six.”  He furiously tapped the buttons and waited for Billy to leave.

 

When he was finally gone, House looked up the nearest porn shop and wondered just how many dirty gay magazines he could leave in Boyd’s office before the poor guy had a coronary. 

 

 

 

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