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[pippa_flynn]

And so she had become the Forgotten Queen of the Trooping Fae. Her grandfather's passing had come at a price and now she was some sort of royalty she didn't quite understand and Fin had gone blind again. It was nearly too much to take but Pippa was carrying on. What else could she do? The facts were the facts and no amount of fuss would change it. And she'd tried. She had power coursing through her now, all the time she felt it, and she'd tried to restore Fin's sight. It didn't work. Of course not. Why would it?

And then the dumb twit had gone back to stay with his stupid boyfriend. Pippa was outraged about that and she'd told Fin so. And that didn't work, either. Of course not. And so on that front she bit her tongue. Fin knew how she felt. It had little to do with keeping him close and everything to do with keeping him out of the treacherous prince's arms.

Pippa sighed softly and looked at her mobile that had just chirped. He newest client wanting a progress report. She needed something more concrete and so she sat down at the cafe on one of the dwindling nice days of the London summer, and she texted her client back.

It was striking, just how much she looked like Fin. And, of course, she'd been all over the papers thanks to the paps hounding Fin about his drug use and his blindness. The gentleman at the next table actually had a copy of the daily rag and she smiled at the photo on the cover.

If only life could be as dramatic as the paper made it seem. If only being queen meant something...

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[pippa_flynn]

"Exactly my thought," she replied. "But he's still living with me so that's something. He hasn't gone back to live with him. Thank God."

[drfeelbad]

"But you think it's going to happen," House guessed.

[pippa_flynn]

"I'm sure it will. It's just a matter of time," she scowled.

[drfeelbad]

"If he does, I sure as hell hope he makes him suffer first," House said irritably.

[pippa_flynn]

"If he doesn't, I will. Every day for the rest of forever," she said, the placid threat all the more menacing because of the pure peace that radiated from her. It wasn't a hate that burned. No. The serene chill of her hate for Willy resonated beyond her words or tone.

[drfeelbad]

"That I do not doubt," House said after a moment. "You strike me as someone who knows how to make people suffer." He made this sound like a compliment.

[pippa_flynn]

"When it's necessary," she confirmed with a nod. "And that shit deserves it for what he did to my brother."

[drfeelbad]

Unrelated to their conversation, House winced visibly and then pulled the Vicodin bottle out of his pocket. As he shook two into his hand he said, "Well I'll leave that to you then. I'm sure whoever this guy is he could break me in two. Or, you know, abracadabra me or whatever."

[pippa_flynn]

She eyed the pills curiously as he swallowed them down. It made her more curious about him than hateful to Willy.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked bluntly.

[drfeelbad]

"So many people could provide you so many different answers to that question," House said dryly, then swallowed the pills and put the bottle back in his pocket. "But I'm guessing you mean the pills. My leg hurts." He knew she must have noticed the cane when they first met.

[pippa_flynn]

"Well of course it does," she said, then sipped her coffee. "What do you take?"

[drfeelbad]

"Vicodin," he said. Though of course, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about how it had felt to be pain-free, even if for a short time, when Fin had worked his magic on him. He desperately wanted to know if she could do the same thing.

[pippa_flynn]

"Strong drug. Must hurt a lot," she noted.

[drfeelbad]

"Nah, actually it just tickles a little but I practice medicine better when I'm high." House rolled his eyes and took a drink of his coffee.

[pippa_flynn]

"Honesty is refreshing," she quipped dryly, a teasing glint in her eyes.

[drfeelbad]

"Do you have any better treatment options?" House asked after a moment.

[pippa_flynn]

"I'm not a doctor, Greg. I haven't got the faintest idea," she replied. Then she couldn't help but smile. "...Have you tried yoga? Pippa teased.

[drfeelbad]

House was very tempted to snap back that no but actually the best treatment he'd found lately was magic plus fucking her brother. He managed to resist the temptation.

"I think I'll stick with the narcotics," he said dryly.

[pippa_flynn]

"As you like," she replied, sipping again.

"What sort of doctor are you?"

[drfeelbad]

"Diagnostician," House said. "I specialize in infectious disease." He took another drink of the coffee.

[pippa_flynn]

"Charming. Disgusting, but charming,"she said. "Why of all the sorts of doctors you could be did you choose that specialty?"

[drfeelbad]

"I like solving puzzles," said House. "Especially the ones that no one else can solve."

[pippa_flynn]

That piqued her interest more than anything else he'd said.

"I do love a good mystery," she said with a smile. "

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That piqued her interest more than anything else he'd said.

"I do love a good mystery," she said with a smile. "<especially</i> ones no one else can solve. Did Fin tell you I'm a detective?"

[drfeelbad]

"You did," House said with a little smirk.

[pippa_flynn]

She arched a brow and quirked a bit of a smirk as well.

"So you did pay attention," she said.