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Akeem had given Greg the name of a pub right down his street. He had every intention of getting absolutely pissed tonight, and the shorter the trip back home the better. He'd secured a booth at the back of the pub, and a bottle of whisky, and he was already working on his first glass when Greg arrived.

Akeem poured some whisky into the second glass and pushed it on Greg's side of the table.

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"She's not my biggest fan at the moment probably," House said, and took a drink. "Just so you know. She thinks I called her a whore." Pause. "I didn't."

Akeem paused, and then said, "I probably don't want to know, do I. I'll - I'll talk to her. They might have doctors of their own." Or some sort of magical way to detect pregnancy, for all he knew.

"Well I don't know a damn thing about fairies," House said.

"Besides," he added helpfully, "maybe she's not pregnant."

"Here's to hoping," Akeem stated before taking another drink from his glass. He was quiet a moment, and then added, "I don't know anything about the Fae either. I'd always kept my distance, until..."

"Until both of us ended up accidentally fucking one," House said. "Do we have to go on double dates now?"

"I, er - have no idea," Akeem frowned. It was, admittedly, the last thing on his mind right now.

And the idea quite distracted him from telling Greg he had known just what Pippa was when they had first shagged.

"Well I won't make the dinner reservations just yet," House said dryly.

"Okay," he finally said. "Tell me how this werewolf thing works."

Akeem huffed out a silent chuckle. "It's just like the myths say. Infection through biting or scratching. Shifting on the full moon - although I've learned to control that. The first couple of years were not fun."

"So you turn into a wolf," House said. This was fucking ridiculous. "Then what?"

"I... eventually shift back?" Akeem offered, not sure what Greg meant by his question.

"No," House said impatiently. "I mean what happens when you're a wolf?"

Right, of course. "I'm in control. Now." He took another drink. "It didn't use to be that way. I thought the wolf was a separate entity from me."

"And so what do you do then?" House asked. "Curl up in a dog bed and wait until morning?"

Akeem tilted his head to the side with a purse of his lips. "Only when I have to change in the city." He said it so dryly, he might actually be serious. "I run, mostly. Hunt. Animals," he added, before Greg might wonder.

House looked at him for a second and then took another drink. Thinking of how a wolf kills a bunny. "Gross."

"I used to think so," Akeem agreed against the rim of his glass.

"Way to get to acceptance," House said. He hadn't really gotten there with his leg, after all.

"Bargaining wasn't quite working out for me," Akeem told him wryly.

"Well are there any benefits at least?" House asked. "Better faster stronger? Heal faster? Live longer?"

"Shifting tends to take care of most of my injuries or aches," Akeem answered, "but it takes a lot out of this body, at the same time." He shrugged. "I've been on a special vitamin diet to try and deal with it."

"Do you know other werewolves?" House asked. "Travel in packs?"

"Some of us do," Akeem confirmed with a nod. "Some of us, like me, rather prefer to be, well... lone wolves, I suppose."

House finished the rest of his whiskey. "How did you react to all this when you found out about i?"

"Denial wasn't really an option, but anger?" Akeem huffed out a wry breath. "It messes with your emotional balance, too. You probably wouldn't have recognised me, those first few months."

Akeem made a good point. Finding out about the supernatural world by becoming part of it probably made the experience a lot different than it had been for House.

"You're... okay though?" House finally asked. "Now?"