fandom_clinic | Wednesday February 1, 2006

He opens the clinic around 10 am, puts a pot of hazelnut coffee on to brew, and a soft jazz CD on the stereo system.

He fishes a red lolly pop out of the desk drawer, then commences to going throug the drawers. There's not much, really. He's made sure of that with his periodic and impulsive cleaning sprees. He found the box of pens Wilson had ordered long ago, that he'd retrieved out of the trash after one of his fits of total destruction. He sighed and stashed the flimsy plastic container in his shoulder bag.

There wasn't much else worth keeping, but he put what little there was in a small box. The desk in he office was much the same, and the box he'd filled was light enough that he could manage it back to his apartment. He set to work on reorganising the filing cabinent in the office, because it was something to do to pass the time.

Doctor is in and available, though on SP until after 3pm est. Assistants were welcome to pick up a thread. Come bleed, steal coffee, or say goodbye. Friday will be Dr House's last day in the clinic

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Geoff empties off the cart that he's been pointed to, then moves it to the apartment door. "Anything that's in boxes, I presume. Is there anything not in boxes you want to go as well?"

He grins at House. "I've got the whole day, by the way. So you...worry about your clinic and don't mind me. You can make it up to me later."

"I think I pretty much packed it all. Take the boxes, the furniture's about all that'll be left," House smiles. "I know I said it before, but iI really do appreicate you doing this."

Stopping for a moment, he turns to face House. "I'm happy to do it. You'd do the same for me."

He steps up and gives the man a light kiss. "You helped me through a rough time not to long ago, Greg. And even if you hadn't, I'd still be pleased to help you out. You're my friend. And I like you."

"Well, good. Considering I like you too. No go on, get busy. I've got work to do, I'm sure."

Rolling his eyes, Geoff grins and heads into the apartment, loading up the cart for his numerous trips to the shop. He really doesn't appear to mind doing it, though, and he even whistles a little while he's moving things.

Once he's finished, he puts the cart back into surgery and flops down in House's chair.

"I figure you owe me at least four beers."

"Only four? Huh. I'd have thought at least a six pack." House is still writing when he's talking, but he puts the pen down and looks up with a smile.

"Professional discount."

Geoff leans back in the chair, slouching a little. "But, if you feel like tipping the chore-boy, by all means...."

"An excellent idea. I've got a few things to finish up here, but since all my stuff's at your place now, I'm thinking I'm going to have to wander in to town tonight. Why don't you go on, you deserve a break, and I'll meet you back at you place in a couple hours. With beer."

"Fair enough, I've got some commission work that needs doing. And I think I hear a shower calling my name."

He pulls himself out of the chair and walks over to House, stealing another quick kiss. "I'll see you tonight. Come in the back, off the alley, that's always unlocked."

"All right. See you tonight." House fingers ihs hair for a moment before letting go.

"You will unless you fancy sleeping on your desk," Geoff replies, with a wink.

"Don't forget the beer," he calls back, as he heads out the door. "The refrigerator looks pretty empty right now."

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