Astarion

[drfeelbad]

Surprisingly there were not many pubs in London that played American football on the televisions. Even then, it was usually like one television out of half a dozen above the bar. As a result, House had not only a regular pub that he went to this time of year but also a regular seat.

"Hey Greg," said the bartender as House slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and leaned his cane against it. He went ahead and poured a double of Jack Daniels on the rocks and pushed it to him without House having to ask. "Who's playing tonight?" he asked, as if he cared. But House appreciated the effort.

"Ohio State versus Rutgers," said House then added gleefully, "I'm just here to watch Ohio State get their asses kicked." He'd gone to Michigan.

"Hey can I also get a basket of chips?" he asked, and the bartender nodded and walked away.

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[drfeelbad]

House almost made a joke about him clearly not being that attached to his mind, but... he was still wrapping his head around what Astarion meant by being under someone's control, and it was making him twitchy.

Hell, that was half the reason he didn't have a cybernetic leg, and much of that was just based on paranoia.

"Well, we'll see what we can do," he finally said after a pause as they approached the clinic.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

Astarion nearly mentioned that he didn't have much to pay with- Then thought better of it. Perhaps he could just see how much the other man could do and negotiate later. ...Or run, running was always an option. Or a fight. He wasn't above punching someone with a bad leg.

Honestly, he wasn't above much of anything when it came to self preservation.

"Is this it?" he asked with a note of disapproval as they approached the clinic. "I thought it might be... I don't know... Bigger, I suppose."

[drfeelbad]

"I know a couple of scientists at Hart Industries if you're looking for luxury," House said dryly before unlocking the door and letting them in. The place was indeed exceptionally simple, in part because his assets mostly went to equipment when he could afford it.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"You wouldn't catch me dead there," Astarion assured him, following him inside and looking around.

"Just promise me I wont get tetanus."

[drfeelbad]

House looked slightly offended. “Shall I fetch the silk sheet, sir?” he drawled, and opened the door to the main examining room. Which was quite sterile.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

Astarion seemed to relax a bit, though his eyes seemed to sweep the room, as though expecting an attack.

[drfeelbad]

"I don't bite," House said, and gestured to the exam table.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

Astarion gave him a look, then perched himself on the exam table.

"It's been a long time since I was in a doctor's office," he admitted.

[drfeelbad]

“I won’t make you bend over and cough,” House assured him. “But I do need to plug in and poke around. Port?”

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

Astarion offered his wrist, since that felt less vulnerable than offering the one in his neck.

[drfeelbad]

House came over with a small device (state of the art), and looked at him for a second before plugging it in. Then he went over to a monitor and started pulling up data.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

Astarion managed not to flinch when House plugged him in, only tensing a little. It didn't hurt, yet he tensed as though expecting it anyway.

"It's deep in there," he noted, suddenly a bit less arrogant and noticeably more vulnerable. "The virus, I mean."

[drfeelbad]

“I’m good at getting deep,” said House. Then looked back at the readings. Hmmmmm.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"Just... Be careful. Don't remove it by mistake," he insisted.

He didn't want to find himself crawling back to Cazador. Didn't want to think on what the man would do to him.

[drfeelbad]

“I also don’t make mistakes,” said House. Which of course wasn’t exactly true but he did sound confident.

“Tell me more about how you picked this thing up,” he said.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"I don't really recall the details. I was working- Hunting, I suppose you might say, for the man who changed me. He liked to send me out to lure home treats. I ended up in some club, with all these... I dunno, cult like ravers. Next thing I knew they had infected me. Managed to get out, but..."

He trailed off.

"When I went back the next day to confront them, the place was destroyed."

[drfeelbad]

House gummed in response to that. “Well you’ve got… a lot of weird shit in here. But some of it seems to belong even less than the rest. A little bug slithering around in there.”

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"Delightful. So, put a leash on it or something," Astarion said. "There has to be a way to control it, surely."

[drfeelbad]

“I might be able to… slow it down, at least,” House said. “Make it sluggish.”

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"Really?" he asked, daring to feel hopeful. "Well... That would be good."

[drfeelbad]

"Tell me about the symptoms," House said, finally looking away from the screen and over at him.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"The symptoms are good, I no longer feel tethered to my former master. I can go out when I please, do what I want. ...With just the occasional pain in my skull and some odd visions here and there..." Astarion explained.

[drfeelbad]

"What kinds of visions?"

Also the utter ick he felt at the reminder of what some sicko had done to him.

[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

"I dunno, they're sort of abstract. I don't remember much of it clearly, just this insistence that things are okay for now. I'm safe."

Though he didn't feel very safe.

[drfeelbad]

"That's... pretty tame as far as symptoms go," House pointed out. "Is there a reason you think it's dangerous?"