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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[prince_of_nymphs]

"Sounds lovely. Let's go then," the actor smiled, giving Greg's arm a friendly Pat.

[drfeelbad]

They headed for the doors of the hospital, and it probably shouldn't have been surprising that someone had tipped off the paparazzi.

"Oh for fuck's sake," House muttered.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Just ignore them, I always do," Fin assured him, ducking his head and letting his hair obscure his face. "Maybe we should get a cab though. Don't fancy being followed for blocks."

[drfeelbad]

"We can take my bike," House said, and then pointed through the crowd of photographers. "Though we have to go through them to get to it."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I forgot about your bike. ...It's kind of hot," Fin grinned.

[drfeelbad]

"That's going to be a hell of a photo though," House pointed out. "You sure that's okay?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What are they going to do? Shame me for riding on a bike with a hot older man? I've apparently got a bloody sex tape, Greg. This is tame for my reputation," Fin shrugged.

[drfeelbad]

"I can see the headline now," House said. "Finlay Flynn seduces doctor and escapes hospital on motorcycle. But if you don't care, I don't. Shall we?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I mean, you put it like that and it's just impressive," Fin chuckled, nodding and pushing his way past the paps.

[drfeelbad]

"Finlay, why were you brought to the hospital?"
"Finlay, were you injured on set?"
"Finlay, is this your doctor?"
"Dr. House! Are you Dr. House? Aren't you his boyfriend?"

House winced. Apparently memories in the tabloids were long. They reached his bike and he slid his cane in the holder underneath and handed the helmet to Fin. "Put this on."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin took the helmet, but did finally turn to the paps, offering a warm smile.

"I'm fine, thank you for worrying. I had a minor accident on set, but I'm fine, clean bill of health," he assured them. "This is my friend Greg, and he's being very kind and giving me a lift, so if you could all move out of the way, that would be lovely. Thank you so much."

To Fin's surprise, most of them did move aside then, satisfied with the clearer shots they'd been offered. A few remained somewhat in the way, but seemed to back off as Fin slipped on the helmet, obscuring his face.

[drfeelbad]

House would have given Fin the helmet anyway, but the sudden lack of a good photo was a nice side effect. He revved the engine loudly and more of them stepped away. He vaguely considered throwing a middle finger at them as he peeled out, but decided that wouldn't help matters. Instead, after making sure that Fin's arms were firmly around his chest, he just glared a little as they zoomed out onto the street.

He drove a couple of blocks too far just in case anyone had decided to follow them, and then circled back and parked the bike in the alley behind the bar.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin held on tight, and he was grinning by the time they parked.

"That's a bit of a thrill, isn't it?" he said as he took off the helmet. "Maybe I should get a bike. ...Or, well, maybe a vespa. A bike might be a bit much for me," he admitted.

[drfeelbad]

"Well let me teach you how to drive one first," House said, and retrieved his cane from underneath the bike.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'd like that, actually," Fin admitted, watching Greg and wondering if he should offer to stop the pain for a while.

[drfeelbad]

"Well let's go," House said, and started limping towards the interest. "There's a bottle of jack and a plate of cheese fries with my name on it in there."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I could really fancy something sweet. What drinks can they make with honey in it, do you think? Or cream... Could go for some cream. Baileys, maybe," the fae said, chatting away as they headed inside.

[drfeelbad]

"I think that can be arranged," House said as they walked in and House seated them at the bar. "Jack, neat," he said to the bartender. "And a whiskey and baileys, on the rocks." Pause. "With a splash of honey."

[prince_of_nymphs]

The barman nodded and Fin grinned, waiting until they were alone again to speak.

"That sounds so bloody good. Honey and cream are better than booze for me," he admitted. "Like, literally, they get me quite drunk some how. ...It's a fae thing, I think."

[drfeelbad]

"Actually make the jack a double!" House called after the bartender. He looked back to Fin. "I remember."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin smiled softly, resting his elbows on the bar.

"You know all my secrets, huh?" he asked in a teasing tone.

[drfeelbad]

"Not all of them," said House honestly. "But maybe a few, sure. You want to even the playing field, feel free to ask me whatever. Though you already know what I drink."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hummed thoughtfully, then grinned. "Alright, tell me about... The first time you realized you liked men as well as women."

[drfeelbad]

House looked a bit taken aback by the question, and was glad the whiskey appeared in front of him. He cleared his throat, and took a drink. "I, ah. The first time I was with a guy was in college, and then not again for a very long time."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And do you generally prefer women then?" Fin asked curiously.