GP - London Calling

[mist_mods]

It had been months now, and London remained. The mist hadn't rolled back in, they hadn't all been dragged back to the icy beaches, and life was normal. ...Sort of. ...At least for the people who'd started in London. For others it was like being dumped somewhere new again, forced to either try and make their way home, or build a new life in a new city.

(OTA! London is here to stay, though the mist is still lurking, waiting to creep back in now and then.)

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[goodfellow]

Robin was so fucking glad to be back in London. He'd felt like a caged bird, nearly ready to beat his wings against the bars until he bled.

He found Saturnalia just as he left it, as if hardly any time had passed at all. His manager had things well under control, welcomed him back, and he immediately began preparations to throw an epic welcome back party.

Though in the meantime, he enjoyed the opportunity to be his old self again. Tonight he stood by the bouncer at the door of the club, greeting newcomers himself, and occasionally handing out shots that one of the bartenders would periodically come out and supply him with, on a gilded tray.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hadn't really been looking for a night out, but in stepping into this new life he'd acquired a group of 'friends' who seemed to send out invites daily. There were only so many times he could say no, he was sure, and so tonight he'd said yes.

Trapped between the daughter of rock royalty and some DJ he listened to the others chatter as they hauled him away from the line and straight over to the velvet rope. Apparently they didn't wait in lines, and neither did he now. It wasn't until they were about to head in that Fin realized he recognized a face, and he politely pardoned himself from the group to say hello.

"Robin!" he smiled, looking a bit relieved.

[goodfellow]

Robin's face showed his surprise upon seeing Fin, but then he smiled broadly. "Well hello, Fin."

He realized that he didn't know... well, which Fin this was. After all, they were back in London. He also didn't know how to ask.

"You're here!" he added.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I am," he replied, pushing his hair back and then stepping closer. He hoped this was the Robin from the mainland and not just the Robin the other Fin had known. Because if he wasn't, Fin was about to sound well and truly mad.

"I'm living in his flat," he confessed quietly.

[goodfellow]

Well that answered that. And Robin wasn't sorry at all; he'd grown close to this version of Fin as well. If, perhaps, still not as close... and Robin was well aware that that was his own doing. No need to put himself in a position to be hurt.

"Yours now," he said. "I'm starting to think we may be back for good."

A beautiful woman in a dress so bare it barely constituted clothing came up to them and whispered in Robin's ear. His lips turned into a satisfied smile, and he handed her one of the shot glasses from the tray before she headed into the club.

He turned his attention back to Fin. "Wait, so this means you've never been here, right? Welcome to Saturnalia."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's very impressive, Robin," the fae replied, looking up at the building.

[goodfellow]

"It is, isn't it," Robin agreed. He was very proud of Saturnalia.

"Do you want a shot?" He picked up one of the glasses off the tray and shot it back. "It's top shelf tequila." Though before Fin could answer, Robin grabbed his hand. "And come in, I'll show you around."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was happy to be led along, his gaze lingering on a half-naked man at the bar before returning to Robin and the scene all around them.

"It's loud in here," he noted, the music rattling through him as they wove through Robin's adoring patrons.

[goodfellow]

"It is," Robin agreed, his voice nearly a shout over the din.

Another half naked and very glittery man gave them both an obvious once-over from where he was dancing nearby, and smirked in obvious approval before running his hands over his body seductively.

"You like it though?" Robin asked Fin, still watching the man.

[winter_wisp]

Being back in London was good. His tree was where it was meant to be, all the bars and shops he liked were near, and he could busk and sing wherever he liked once again. He had his Phouka, he had his friends, and that was enough to take away the sting of still not having Willy Silver or the Fin he'd known. His little family was fractured, but that was okay. Winter was grown now, he could handle a little disruption and pain.

The pixie had spent the morning busking, his keyboard now tucked away in a pink rolling bag that he pulled behind him. The wheels made a satisfying sound as they rolled over the cracks in the pavement, and the pale creature had a slight bounce in his step as he made his way to the coffee shop that sold the most chocolate of caffeinated drinks.

Just outside the little cafe, Philip appeared. The plump budgie seemed to scold the pixie for a long moment, then landed neatly on his shoulder.

"You can't come in, Philip. They don't like birds," Winter said gently, lifting the bird off his shoulder. Philip started chirping again, looking agitated.

"Well sometimes you can't just do what you want. Sometimes things are just rubbish, alright?" the pixie sighed, placing the bird carefully on a nearby bush.

Philip fluttered his wings and chattered louder, but Winter only sighed.

"I am still fun, I just know things now," the pixie said softly. "I'm an adult now. A grown pixie."

Philip seemed upset then, and made an angry little sound before taking off. Winter watched him go. Suddenly he didn't care about his caffeinated chocolate treat- A beer sounded much more fitting.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And... Action!"

The scene was a bit more athletic than Fin had anticipated, but he supposed a pilot for a detective series would involve a certain amount of running. They'd closed off half the street, but he could still see onlookers behind the tape just out of shot as he took off, his pursuer hot on his heels and the camera steadily tracking them both.

At the end of the street was a soft patch of grass where he was supposed to be tackled, and he tried not to tense up this time as they neared the grassy area and his fellow actor artfully took him down onto the soft patch of earth. It looked flawless, but as soon as he heard the word 'cut' Fin allowed the pain he was in to show.

"Fuck," he swore softly.

"Shit, sorry Fin. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Richard asked.

Richard Vesting was a handsome man, recently in his forties with striking green eyes and a warm smile. He'd never really broken through, but he was one of those faces you saw in everything, and Fin had always been terribly fond of him. Working with him was a bit of a dream come true.

"No, I think I'm just a bit of a delicate wreck, Rich," Fin assured him, sitting up and then going still as pain shot up his spine. "Think I've managed to bruise something."

"Can we get a medic on set?" he heard someone call.

He was about to protest, but Richard shook his head. "Don't bother, it's an insurance thing. Come on, I'll help you into a chair in the meantime."

An on set medic turned into a trip to A&E, but Fin managed to slip outside onto the street for a quick smoke. Inside the waiting room he could see someone from the production team harassing a nurse, and someone from his management instructing security to keep an eye on him- Presumably to keep him safe and not because they thought he was planning to toddle down to the pub.

[drfeelbad]

"Oh my stars, it's true, Finlay Flynn is in our hospital."

House's tone was dry, but he looked amused as he limped out of the front door to join Fin. When he'd heard the gossip he'd been worried at first, but by the time a nurse said she'd just seen him outside smoking, he'd figured it couldn't be anything serious.

"You know, we frown upon cancer sticks here," he added, and took out a pill bottle to pop two vicodin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm quitting, I swear. ...Any day now," he added with a soft laugh, turning slightly to face Greg. He was still wearing makeup from being on set, the faint contour accentuating his already slightly hollow cheeks and sharp collarbones.

"They said I can't go until I get my head looked at. The insurance company demands paperwork," he sighed. "One tiny bump on the head, but they're acting like I took a spill out of a moving car or something. ...Don't suppose you can smuggle me out, can you?"

[drfeelbad]

House arched a brow. "You really want to piss them off?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin sighed, then shook his head. "No, I suppose not. Could tell them you're my GP though. They might settle for you checking me over."

[drfeelbad]

"If it'll get me out of clinic duty, it's perfectly fine with me," House said. "Come with me." He led them back into the hospital. A nurse hurried up to them. "Mr. Flynn, we've been looking for - "

"I'm his GP," said House, cutting her off. "I'll check him out, give me his chart."

She frowned, and looked at Fin. "You're scheduled for a cat scan, Mr. Flynn."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"A cat scan? I landed in the grass," Fin argued, glancing back at his manager. "Surely this isn't necessary."

His manager simply held her hands up. "Its a coproduction with an American company, Fin. They're asking for paperwork, you're obligated to provide it."

The fae rolled his eyes then sighed. "Fine, but I want my GP there for it. If I'm getting shoved in a tube I at least get to have your best man looking over the results," he insisted. Though what he really wanted was Greg's company.

[drfeelbad]

The nurse was looking at House skeptically. But then she only shrugged and said, "All right, this way."

"So how'd you fall anyway?" House asked Fin as they walked.

[hex_schofield]

Hex saw Fin's name on the active case board and went hunting to find him. He wasn't in the room, so he checked the waiting room and spotted the young man outside through the windows. Hex strolled out and took a breath.

"You're supposed to be in room fourteen," he said. "Not out here where no one can do anything but scold you for smoking on hospital grounds."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's fine, I told them I was stepping out for air," Fin assured him with a smile. "I'm not even hurt, they just need to fill out some paperwork for the American half of the production company. It's an insurance thing or something."

[hex_schofield]

"Still...you should put that out and come inside. I'll give you an ice lolly,"" he replied, giving Fin's shoulder a pat.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, well, I do have a bit of an oral fixation," Fin purred, taking another drag and then stubbing out the cigarette.

"Alright, lead the way nurse," he smiled, holding Hex's arm and giving it a squeeze.

[hex_schofield]

Hex was happy to escort him back in and take him to fourteen, where he gave Fin a push to get onto the bed.

"If it's not serious I won't make you put a gown on, even though I think it would be sexy," he teased. "Nothing sexier than a hospital gown."

He tried to keep from laughing outright, but his shoulders shook and he had to turn away lest Fin see just how much he was taking the piss.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh yeah? Want me to smuggle a few home?" Fin snorted. "Nothing like having a paper gown ripped off to get you in the mood."

Stretching out on the bed, he sighed. "Can't wait to go home. I'm desperate for a good cuppa."

[hex_schofield]

"I'll get on top of your orders, make sure you're seen straight away," Hex promised. "But you've got to swear to me you're really not hurt, Fin. No bullshit. I'll not discharge you if you're lying to me."