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]

Max looked at the device, then nodded.

"I am. ...I think this will be good for me."

[drfeelbad]

House held out his hand for it. "I did some research," he said. "It shouldn't be a terribly complicated procedure. Assuming no one busts in to arrest us."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Letting him take it, Max leaned against the doorframe.

"No one's gonna bust us," he promised with a soft laugh and a hint of a smile.

[drfeelbad]

House turned it over in his hands, examining it. "All right then," he said. And was actually kind of excited to just work with a new tech. He pointed to the room they'd been in last night. "There's a stack of hospital gowns in the corner there."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Max nodded and wandered off to change, pulling on the paper gown and trying to ignore the slight flutter in his chest. He wasn't scared, just... Well, anxious, maybe.

[drfeelbad]

House waited a few minutes, and then walked in after him. "I can knock you out entirely, or just use a local anesthetic," said House. "Preference?"

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Oh, I don't know- What do you think is best? I guess being out would be easier for me..." Max said quietly.

[drfeelbad]

"Either is fine," House reassured him. "I assume you haven't had adverse reactions to anesthesia in the past?"

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"No," Max replied, shaking his head. "I never had an issue in the past, and that was all with back alley ripper docs. Not professional like you, you know?"

He fidgeted a little, then said something he rarely said to anyone.

"I'll do whatever you reckon is best. I trust you," he decided.

[drfeelbad]

"Oh. Well, um... it's probably more pleasant to not be awake." He went over to get an anesthesia set. "You'll be fine. I'll wake you up when the pain would be over. Okay?"

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Okay," Max agreed, offering another rare smile.

After that he just did as House asked, getting on the table and settling in. It should have been frightening, he supposed, but Max wasn't afraid of the dark that came from going under for a little while. In a lot of ways it was freeing.

[drfeelbad]

A moment later, House came over to him and... actually looked down at him to offer a reassuring smile. "Count backwards from one hundred," he said, just before slapping a patch onto his arm.

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

Max nodded, holding House's gaze as long as he could as he counted backwards... He barely made it to 90. The world slipped away quickly, and soon he was out cold.

[drfeelbad]

House went to work, not wanting him under any longer than he needed to. The procedure went just fine, though House wasn't completely sure how much to trust the tech - so he was very relieved when the indicator light came on and it seemed to be working properly. And he managed to put it in nearly exactly he same spot, so there wouldn't even be a noticeable scar, and there were only a few stitches needed.

He was sitting by the bed when he heard the beeps of the monitor indicating that Max was waking up. He stood, and looked down at him.

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

The world came back slowly, like waking up after sleeping off a bad cold after taking some cough syrup. Hazy, foggy... Slow.

He smiled at the sight of House, a groggy little dopy curl of his lips.

"Hi," he said.

[drfeelbad]

"Hi," said House, and actually smiled at him.

"You did great," he said. "Well. I mean, I don't know if it works of course, but it booted up."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Oh, right, I don't have anything to test it with yet..." Max admitted, slowly sitting up. "I feel the connection though. That's always a good sign... Can I have the old one? I've already sold it. ...It's how I bought this one."

[drfeelbad]

"Uh, yeah sure, it's yours," House said, and fished it off the counter and handed it to him.

"What do you need to test it? You should make sure it doesn't crash your system."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"It takes little cards with programs on it. I haven't ordered any yet though. ...I suppose I could try and download one. That's how I used to get bugs on the old one though," Max admitted.

"I'll test it as soon as I can, and I'll tell you if anything seems off," he promised. "For now though... How much do I owe you?" he asked nervously.

[drfeelbad]

House sighed. "I know you don't have any money. It's... fine, don't worry about it."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"It's not fine," Max replied. "I'm broke, not a begger. I'll pay in installments if I have to. Or... I dunno, pay you in trade?"

[drfeelbad]

House rubbed the back of his neck. He was tempted, but... "Damn. No, I actually kind of like you now."

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"If you like me you'll be kind and not let me feel like I owe you a debt. ...Installments. ...Or I can help out here. I could do data entry or something. Or... I dunno. There's got to be something," Max insisted.

[drfeelbad]

"No, it's fine, you can pay me if you want to," House said with a snort. "I meant that's why I don't want to suggest you fuck me." It was the obvious solution, after all; House had been prepared to pay his coworker for sex just last night. "Installments then." He named a sum - a reasonable price minus about twenty percent.

[511v3r_h4mm3r]

"Deal," Max nodded, holding his hand out to offer the first transfer of credits.

He wasn't even dressed yet, it was obvious this really mattered to him.