Cyberpunk AU start: Max

[drfeelbad]

House didn't visit Input on a regular basis exactly, but often enough that his face was known there. The men and women he'd spent time with he'd seen more than once, and when he arrived tonight and sat down at the bar, the bartender pushed him a Jack Daniels without him having to ask, and mentioned that they were quite busy tonight but he'd seen Isaac recently if he'd like to have a drink with him. "Yes, please tell him I'm here," House had said before taking a sip.

Though before he'd even managed to take a second drink, he heard someone shouting for a doctor.

He almost ignored it. Almost. But instead, he said to the bartender, "I'll be right back," and then slid off the stool, grabbed his cane, and headed in the direction of the shouts.

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[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"I can't go to the hospital," Max said, blunt and to the point as he often was. "Even if I could, I can't pay right now."

He tilted his head, looking the man over- Though his gaze didn't linger long. Max wasn't good about making eye contact.

[drfeelbad]

"Good," said House. "I fucking hate hospitals. You work here?"

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Max looked surprised by that, and nodded.

"I'm a host," he explained. "I'm off tonight though, I just came in to collect my share of the tips from last night."

[drfeelbad]

House thought he looked familiar.

"Well here are your choices," he said. "You can get your tips and head home and then be forced to go to a hospital when someone on the train calls in your seizure, or you can come to my clinic and I can fix you up..." He waved a hand dismissively. "For whatever you made in tips last night." He didn't actually care about the money but he recognized that for most people "I'm curious" was not a good motivation for helping someone.

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"I can't give you the money, I have a debit to repay. I can trade for my time, or..."

He paused and tugged up his shirt, revealing the old port that took carts and created fantasies from flesh.

"Outlawed, but I never removed it. ...I could let you try it."

[drfeelbad]

Well that was interesting.

"Look, I promise I won't demand anything that you're not willing to pay, okay?" he said. "We can work it out later."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Max looked doubtful, but nodded.

"Alright," he agreed, deciding to take the risk. His only other option was Hex, and he didn't want to pester him when he'd already been so generous.

[drfeelbad]

House nodded. "Go get your tips," he said. "I'll be right here."

Then he sighed and added, "Feel free to ask about me. Someone can reassure you I'm not a murderer or a cop."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"You don't read as a cop, and I'm not afraid of murderers," Max said as he headed off to collect his tips.

On his way back he paused by one of the guards, handing over nearly all of it, before returning to House.

"Are you far? He asked, glancing at the man's leg.

[drfeelbad]

"Not too far," House said. It was the reason he came here. He glanced at the guard to whom the guy had handed over his cash, but didn't say anything.

They passed by the bar on the way out, and Isaac was walking by. He stopped House. "I was looking for you but then you were gone," he said apologetically.

"It's fine," House assured him. "Another time." He nodded and headed off again.

House continued to the door. His clinic really wasn't far.

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Max followed along, making a note of the path they took.

"You didn't give a name," he said after a moment. "I've seen you though, at Input."

[drfeelbad]

"House," he said, glancing at him. "You?" Because that's right, he was a person, not just a patient. Sometimes House forgot.

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Max," he said.

Just Max or Maxwell, he didn't have a last name anymore.

"You a medic, or a ripper?" he asked curiously.

[drfeelbad]

"I'm a doctor but I've learned the skills I've needed to learn," House said. "Used to work in hospitals. Don't anymore." He quirked a smile. "Lucky you."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Why'd you leave?" Max asked. "Good money there. Real good if you're in the right area."

[drfeelbad]

"The system is fundamentally flawed at best and maliciously corrupt at worst," House said bluntly. "So similar reason you don't like hospitals, I'm guessing."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"No, not really, but I can appreciate the sentiment, and I do agree," Max shrugged. "I can't go to hospitals, because I'm not in the system. I'm a ghost."

And potentially wanted for murder, but he wasn't sure about that part.

[drfeelbad]

"... interesting," House said. That would require a bit of extra care, even in his systems. He tried not to break the law if he could help it - it just complicated things - but he still did when he needed to.

"What's your story anyway," he added. "Medically relevant, I mean. You've got some old hardware for someone who looks half my age."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Started young," Max shrugged. "Younger than I should have. Some of it isn't original to my build, it just works better with the things I want to keep. The dream cart drive is the most important, people pay a lot for a human with one. I think there's something similar that the droids and the reps all use, but this is the last one they made for humans. I even learned to code for it, I make custom carts for customers at an additional charge."

[drfeelbad]

"I haven't seen one in a really long time," said House. Perhaps just a touch awkwardly. He'd really seen one, years ago. "You know it's likely it's contributing to your problems. But you... really want to keep it?"

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"I need it," Max replied, looking a bit twitchy. "It's important to my work."

And it was- Just not the work he did at Input. There it was just a perk.

[drfeelbad]

"I think you'd probably do fine without it," House said. It wasn't really intended as a direct compliment, but he felt like on a surface level that Max was as appealing as Isaac, for example. "You're taking a risk."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"It's worth it," Max assured him. And it was- At least to him. It helped him lure out the worst sorts of men.

[drfeelbad]

House assumed he meant money, because what else would it be? So he didn't comment further on it.

They got to an office building, and House unlocked the door with his thumbprint and led him inside. The place was small and clean, moderately high tech but not particularly impressive. A small waiting room opening into an exam room, and there was another door, also locked.

"Get on the exam table, we'll do some more extensive diagnostics," he said. "There's a port there for you to plug in."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Max nodded, plugging in and laying down on his back. His eyes flickered as his system connected- Something you didn't see much with modern hardware.