unpopcorning Gregory House

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nb: he has no recollection of his time here prior to being popcorned


Pop!

House stood very... very still. Moments before he'd been doing...

Actually, he couldn't remember what he'd been doing. He'd been doing... something. And he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with giant popcorn. And he was also pretty sure he hadn't been standing in a room, amongst giant popcorn, a moment ago but now he was. Or maybe he had been standing in a room full of giant popcorn. Except what would he want with giant popcorn? And, come to think of it, who the hell made giant popcorn?

He turned his head to the left and peered, bewildered, at the popcorn that lay scattered to his left, then looked to his right and saw the same thing. This, he decided as he went to take a step forward, had to be a dream. Because being in a room full of giant popcorn made no logical sense, and dreams were definitely not logical. So, any moment now, he was going to wake up in his bed and wonder what the hell---

"Ahhhngh!" he exclaimed quietly, dashing his hand down to his bad leg. He gripped it hard, almost teetering over and trying to steady his balance with his cane. He gritted his teeth and frantically rubbed at his thigh to work the sudden fierce pain that was shooting through it. If this was a dream, it was a very vividly tactile one. And if this was a dream, then why wasn't he waking up from the pain? He drew in a sharp breath and let it out slowly in attempt to breathe through the pain, then forced himself to let go of his leg as he took a stiff step forward. His shoulders hunched and his face a grimace of both pain and bewilderment, he limped his way slowly out of the room and into a long, dark medieval-like corridor made of stone.

He stopped and looked both ways. Okay, now he was really confused.

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Matthew tended to wander past the Popcorn Room occasionally, to see if anyone interesting had returned. This was the first time it had been someone he recognized firsthand, though. "Oh, hey. Haven't seen you in a while." The thief grinned. "It was Doctor... Castle, right?" He knew damn well it was House, but Matthew never could resist what he viewed as an easy target.