Rating: FR 15
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Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: House/Faith #3
A/N: Was bored and decided to start writing whatever came to mind...none of these shorts connect to each other- just my muses being odd
Summary: House runs into Faith again
The next time they ran into each other was in the midst of a damn warzone, or at least that's how it felt to House. The initial conclusion from investigators was that a gas main had exploded at an office building complex near downtown Princeton. House had arrived with the rest of the doctors from Princeton-Plainsboro to find Faith helping with triage, while various other young ladies that ranged in age from teens to early thirties, either tried to help clear rubble or direct the responding doctors to where they were needed.
“Sorry we keep meeting like this, hot stuff,” Faith commented as she passed by, though the flirting seemed an affect to the good doctor.
Greg just shrugged as he set his case down. “Where do you need me?”
“Um, the serious ones are over on the left, the scrapes and bruises are at the curb and they- they're starting to move the dead over to the right,” she explained succinctly, wiping a hand across her face.
House had been busy treating the injured for a couple hours when he noticed a redhead and a guy with an eyepatch, both utterly covered in dust and scrapes, come over to where Faith was helping Cuddy with simple bandaging and shake their heads. He watched Faith let out a scream of such anguish and rage before punching the side of a nearby wall, part of which disintegrated into dust. He'd started towards her, intrigued, when he began hearing what she was screaming at the other two.
“You can't fucking tell me she didn't make it out- it's fucking Buffy! She can survive anything
. God! I don't want to be the one responsible for all the minis- that's what she's so good at. Where is she?” she demanded, slamming her fists against Eyepatch's chest, though Greg noted this hit wasn't as hard.
“Faith, Giles has her moved off to the side by herself. We're gonna go get Dawn, but it looks like someone would like to talk to you anyway,” Xander stated calmly, motioning over to House.
Faith glanced over, anger and grief mingling in her eyes. “Fine, Xan man. You and Willow take care of that, while I go handle Doctor Inquisitive.”