[ Her confidence is becoming his nuisance. There is an underlying smugness to the woman he can sense. Anyone worth their salt knew that the diagnostician doesn’t take house calls so easily. Most in the medical community avoid House and all his ‘uncouth nonsense’ (their words, not his) like the plague.
His hands press against the edge of the desk as he pushes his chair towards the window. A wooden cane sits on top of a stack of manilla folders. A month’s worth of insurance claims that have yet to be filled. He grabs it and adds: ]
‘Interesting’ is what your fifth-grade science teacher tells you when you’re about to learn about geology.
[ He stands up, using the cane to lean his weight onto his good leg. From the iggling, twinges of pain he can feel, it looks like it’s going to be four more Vicodin this morning before lunch. There is a stagger in his gait as he walks around the desk. ]
And if I can’t get stoned for reals, then I’ve got no reason to pay attention. But thanks for stopping by.
[ Hopefully, she will take the hint as he walks towards the door. As soon as House gets her out of his office, he’ll likely make a beeline for Wilson’s office. Two birds. One stone. Yadda, yadda… ]
[ He's still matching exactly what she'd expected from all she'd learned of him, which is honestly sort of reassuring. If she's going to bring someone in like this, she needs to be able to count on them, understand what to expect of them — even if, sometimes, it might be the unexpected. She'll take the known chaotic entity over the unknown any day. ]
Right, sorry. [ There's almost an actual apology in that, except it's entirely fake. She doesn't move except to turn to face him as he moves toward the door. ] Except, well, see, in my line of work, when we say interesting we usually mean alien.
[ And then, because she has a feeling he might need a little push (and since she can't actually push him), she proves she's not just full of charming, saccharine bullshit. A gentle stream of vibrational energy pours out of her right palm, pushing the ball up just enough to hover above her hand. It's a trick she's practiced over the years, so it takes almost no thought at all to simultaneously push at the matter making up the ball, little nudges that keep it rotating without knocking it out of the vibration stream. ]
Or part-alien, in this case. [ That confidence is there again; she doesn't even try to tamp it down. If this doesn't convince him to hear her out, she's not sure anything will. ]
[ Only a few inches away from sending Jane Doe off her merry way and he stops. You only hear whisperings of alien life either on TV or men in black quarantining an entire block. The media does a damn good downplaying all the actual cool stuff that goes on. And those men in suits? Well, let’s just say they’ve got enough Benjamins to keep any bribe at the door.
A world completely sealed off from House and the rest of the world.
He turns his head. ]
…Cool. [ A beat. ] See? Could’ve started with that.
[ A smile creeps at the corner of her lips as she shrugs, letting the ball fall back into her hand. She doesn't even fumble it. ] Could have.
[ This way seemed more fun, though. And given the usual state of her life, she'll take these fun moments whenever she can get them. It sure beats the stress of an impending apocalypse or supervillain in the making. ]
My name's Daisy. I'm with SHIELD, and I really am here with a job offer. [ She moves to return the ball to its rightful home, her smile growing. ] Sort of a side gig, for whenever you're not exceedingly busy with patients here.
[ Spoken with the confidence of a man who found their way into bougie Area 51. Now he’s singing a completely different tune. But he’s trained his minions for such an occasion. The time when mama bird has to escape the nest and have the team put their brains together into one messy superbrain.
Another beat. Her language just then… ]
You said part-alien. Implying there’s an entire group of humans with little alien bits in them.
[ That change in him gives her confidence too, so she doesn't hesitate to spill the secrets they've kept so closely guarded. He doesn't strike her as the type to use this information with ill will; she just has to hope her instincts are correct. The future of her entire species depends on it.
Leaning against his desk, she shrugs out of her jacket as she continues storytime, tossing it into one of the chairs meant for visitors. ]
Thousands of years ago, a species called the Kree descended upon planets to experiment on the natives in hopes of creating an army. Humans were the only ones to survive the process, and that alien gene has been passed down through the generations. It's dormant until activated by a chemical compound, at which point our entire genetic code is rewritten. Some Inhumans have physical changes, others receive unnatural abilities, but no two are alike.
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His hands press against the edge of the desk as he pushes his chair towards the window. A wooden cane sits on top of a stack of manilla folders. A month’s worth of insurance claims that have yet to be filled. He grabs it and adds: ]
‘Interesting’ is what your fifth-grade science teacher tells you when you’re about to learn about geology.
[ He stands up, using the cane to lean his weight onto his good leg. From the iggling, twinges of pain he can feel, it looks like it’s going to be four more Vicodin this morning before lunch. There is a stagger in his gait as he walks around the desk. ]
And if I can’t get stoned for reals, then I’ve got no reason to pay attention. But thanks for stopping by.
[ Hopefully, she will take the hint as he walks towards the door. As soon as House gets her out of his office, he’ll likely make a beeline for Wilson’s office. Two birds. One stone. Yadda, yadda… ]
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Right, sorry. [ There's almost an actual apology in that, except it's entirely fake. She doesn't move except to turn to face him as he moves toward the door. ] Except, well, see, in my line of work, when we say interesting we usually mean alien.
[ And then, because she has a feeling he might need a little push (and since she can't actually push him), she proves she's not just full of charming, saccharine bullshit. A gentle stream of vibrational energy pours out of her right palm, pushing the ball up just enough to hover above her hand. It's a trick she's practiced over the years, so it takes almost no thought at all to simultaneously push at the matter making up the ball, little nudges that keep it rotating without knocking it out of the vibration stream. ]
Or part-alien, in this case. [ That confidence is there again; she doesn't even try to tamp it down. If this doesn't convince him to hear her out, she's not sure anything will. ]
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A world completely sealed off from House and the rest of the world.
He turns his head. ]
…Cool. [ A beat. ] See? Could’ve started with that.
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[ This way seemed more fun, though. And given the usual state of her life, she'll take these fun moments whenever she can get them. It sure beats the stress of an impending apocalypse or supervillain in the making. ]
My name's Daisy. I'm with SHIELD, and I really am here with a job offer. [ She moves to return the ball to its rightful home, her smile growing. ] Sort of a side gig, for whenever you're not exceedingly busy with patients here.
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[ Spoken with the confidence of a man who found their way into bougie Area 51. Now he’s singing a completely different tune. But he’s trained his minions for such an occasion. The time when mama bird has to escape the nest and have the team put their brains together into one messy superbrain.
Another beat. Her language just then… ]
You said part-alien. Implying there’s an entire group of humans with little alien bits in them.
[ Y’know, just so they’re on the same page. ]
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[ That change in him gives her confidence too, so she doesn't hesitate to spill the secrets they've kept so closely guarded. He doesn't strike her as the type to use this information with ill will; she just has to hope her instincts are correct. The future of her entire species depends on it.
Leaning against his desk, she shrugs out of her jacket as she continues storytime, tossing it into one of the chairs meant for visitors. ]
Thousands of years ago, a species called the Kree descended upon planets to experiment on the natives in hopes of creating an army. Humans were the only ones to survive the process, and that alien gene has been passed down through the generations. It's dormant until activated by a chemical compound, at which point our entire genetic code is rewritten. Some Inhumans have physical changes, others receive unnatural abilities, but no two are alike.