Ultimate Team-Ups
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The Immortal God Emperor of Mankind and Master Chief. Just so Master Chief didn't have to do everything for a change.
Ok, let's have a try...mark_n_b said:
Dexter waited patiently. He was used to waiting. Usually at night, watching, waiting for the right moment. And once the moment had arrived, the wait made the final delivery all the more comforting.
Looking across, he saw the three Doctors sitting uneasily in their chairs. The nervous pretty woman, the uptight Australian and the frowning one who was fiddling with his stethoscope. An air of mixed tension and loyalty between them, as if they had worked together one too many times. Dexter didn't miss that at all, partly because he'd never felt it. The whole office politics thing passed him by, devoid as he was of feeling it, but he knew when it was there, and he hated it.
The woman looked at her watch, caught his eye and then quickly looked back down at her watch, willing the time to disappear. All four of them had been waiting for the best part of an hour for the arrival of Dr. House, and from the tension, he imagined that this wasn't the first time. He had tried to be friendly and returned the eye contact whenever they looked at him, but it just seemed to make them more nervous. He was in their area and they didn't like it. Perhaps they didn't like him? It didn't matter, he had a job to do, so he just leaned back in the chair.
The chair wasn't exactly comfortable, but the chitterings of the Dark Passenger made him feel secure. It had first been released in a hospital, and he supposed that it enjoyed being back, perhaps to kill again. It was very vocal at the moment though, muttering strange sounds that he had never heard before, sounds that he couldn't remember hearing before.
The clock ticked.
Then tocked.
Then ticked.
And Dexter looked around to the door. The Dark Passenger had gone silent, suddenly.
Dexter's stomach rumbled as it remembered what food had tasted like. He had had to leave Miami early this morning to get to Princeton, and couldn't stomach the idea of eating whilst in a hospital. Not after what had happened to Harry.
The chittering began again, almost as if it was questioning him. He tried to speak to it, but he was becoming increasingly aware of another presence nearby.
The door swung back and a figure limped through the door. Although he had never seen a power-limp before, it would be hard to forget this one.
The three doctors stood as one; the tension coalescing, bursting and then dripping like an arterial spurt.
Dexter stood and offered his hand to the new arrival.
"Doctor House? I'm Dext..." He was cut off.
"Good for you. Right! We have a man lying in surgery that looks like a vampire. Differential diagnoses people!"
The shock had tasered Dexter. He stood there, quivering slightly, looking across at the back of the limping man.
"Doctor House," the pretty woman had stood up, "This is Dext..." Again, cut off.
"He's already said that. Now come on people, what looks like Vampirism?"
She flashed Dexter a look that said "I tried" but Dexter was already enthralled.
Riding high above the Doctor was a shape, a form unlike he had ever seen. He could even feel the Dark Passenger uncurling, curious, in the same way that Dexter would if the hot dog vendor asked him if he wanted mustard.
Dexter had always imagined his Dark Passenger to be smooth, sleek, silky, like a satin covered knife that slipped through the flesh. In front of him was a Passenger that could only be described as a crawling chaos. It gave Doctor House the appearance of a Medusa, dark tendrils whipping back and forth as it felt its way across everything.
He was spellbound by its untamed beauty, where his passenger was precise, this one was perverse. It also seemed to be woozy, as its tendrils flicked towards him, but never sensed the hidden killer within.
The Doctor turned to him and said something. Dexter quickly brought his mind back the fake world.
"I'm sorry?"
"Everyone's sorry. Now, tell me what you know."
The gorgon's sight was on him now, and he shivered under its blind gaze. And then he saw behind the unshaven face to his three colleagues. Within each one, a smaller Passenger stretched its tendrils and swayed. His Dark Passenger cooed, almost as if it recognized the Dark Children being born within the others.
"Well, analysis suggests that it could be Lupus."
