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randomplaces2009-03-01 05:19 pm
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Random reality. The street outside apartment 221B, Princeton. Ego clash
House growled to himself as he limped along the walk toward his apartment, his mood foul as he brooded over the latest lecture from his boss about his working methods, his personality, and his 'snack' of choice. His mood was not improved as he noticed a garishly coloured car- a Veilside, he noted- parked in front of his apartment. He was in no mind to have visitors, or to let someone else's visitors park in front of his front door.
Jaw clenching, he went the last few paces and stopped to glower at the vehicle, then snorted and gave it a poke with his cane. "Ugly piece of @#$#@%$."
"Hey!" The Veilside suddenly rose up, its shape stretching out and changing. "Who are you calling an ugly piece of @$@##% you lousy old goat?"
House blinked and rubbed his eyes, then looked up at the being who now looked down at him with glowing yellow eyes of its own. I'm hallucinating.
Smirking slightly, he reached out the cane to poke again, only to have the stick swatted away.
"Stop that! I just got new paint!"
House's smirk was in no way abated by his nearly doing a faceplant on the sidewalk. Instead he limped over and sat down on his stoop, still looking up at the car robot as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pill bottle. "I thought they'd screwed up that last refill."
"...What?" The robot's clear scowl turned to a frown of confusion. Then his eyes widened with understanding. "Have you been using drugs?"
"Always." House had a couple more and put the bottle away. "So why didn't I get pink elephants? Or bugs under my skin? I've always kind of liked the bugs under the skin, they're all eewwwwww." He wriggled his fingers and pulled an expression of humorous horror.
The robot was now regarding him with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "I think you'd better cut down on that stuff."
"You, my boss, and every other bleeding heart busybody I run into." House snorted and balanced his cane on his palm.
"It's against the law."
"No, drifting is against the law. This is legally prescribed medication for chronic pain."
The robot's hand went up to the 'I drift' plate on his shoulder.
"You really shouldn't do things like that, you know." House let the cane fall and caught it, then raised his eyebrows and inclined his head as he smirked at the robot. "You might kill someone," he added, dropping his voice dramatically.
"I will not!" The orange and black being's scowl went thunderously dark. "Autobots are programmed to preserve life!"
"Autobots, huh? Laaaame."
"I should just go home and let Starscream have you!"
"Starscream?" House guffawed. "What kind of lame name is 'Starscream'?"
"The name of the Decepticon who wants to take you and make you into a science experiment so he can raise up an army of killer robots to destroy the Earth!" The robot realized what he'd said and clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening in dismay.
"Let me guess." His human persecutor grinned. "You weren't supposed to tell me any of that."
The robot's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. "You slagging show off...."
House's grin widened as he pushed himself to his feet. "You have a good night too, C3PO."
"Whaat did you call me?" The tirade of irate cursing and clicking was shut off as House's door closed. The doctor took a few steps into his apartment, and then pumped his fist silently into the air with a mouthed 'yes!' before going to his computer and starting an intense search for 'Autobots' and 'Decepticons'.
Jaw clenching, he went the last few paces and stopped to glower at the vehicle, then snorted and gave it a poke with his cane. "Ugly piece of @#$#@%$."
"Hey!" The Veilside suddenly rose up, its shape stretching out and changing. "Who are you calling an ugly piece of @$@##% you lousy old goat?"
House blinked and rubbed his eyes, then looked up at the being who now looked down at him with glowing yellow eyes of its own. I'm hallucinating.
Smirking slightly, he reached out the cane to poke again, only to have the stick swatted away.
"Stop that! I just got new paint!"
House's smirk was in no way abated by his nearly doing a faceplant on the sidewalk. Instead he limped over and sat down on his stoop, still looking up at the car robot as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pill bottle. "I thought they'd screwed up that last refill."
"...What?" The robot's clear scowl turned to a frown of confusion. Then his eyes widened with understanding. "Have you been using drugs?"
"Always." House had a couple more and put the bottle away. "So why didn't I get pink elephants? Or bugs under my skin? I've always kind of liked the bugs under the skin, they're all eewwwwww." He wriggled his fingers and pulled an expression of humorous horror.
The robot was now regarding him with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "I think you'd better cut down on that stuff."
"You, my boss, and every other bleeding heart busybody I run into." House snorted and balanced his cane on his palm.
"It's against the law."
"No, drifting is against the law. This is legally prescribed medication for chronic pain."
The robot's hand went up to the 'I drift' plate on his shoulder.
"You really shouldn't do things like that, you know." House let the cane fall and caught it, then raised his eyebrows and inclined his head as he smirked at the robot. "You might kill someone," he added, dropping his voice dramatically.
"I will not!" The orange and black being's scowl went thunderously dark. "Autobots are programmed to preserve life!"
"Autobots, huh? Laaaame."
"I should just go home and let Starscream have you!"
"Starscream?" House guffawed. "What kind of lame name is 'Starscream'?"
"The name of the Decepticon who wants to take you and make you into a science experiment so he can raise up an army of killer robots to destroy the Earth!" The robot realized what he'd said and clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening in dismay.
"Let me guess." His human persecutor grinned. "You weren't supposed to tell me any of that."
The robot's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. "You slagging show off...."
House's grin widened as he pushed himself to his feet. "You have a good night too, C3PO."
"Whaat did you call me?" The tirade of irate cursing and clicking was shut off as House's door closed. The doctor took a few steps into his apartment, and then pumped his fist silently into the air with a mouthed 'yes!' before going to his computer and starting an intense search for 'Autobots' and 'Decepticons'.