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[He'd woken from his nightmare and the fake time raw and weary, left with the pain of loss after loss and the other immortals going cold and distant and Beckett losing himself bit by bit until there was almost nothing left...

He woke, and immediately let sleep take him again, dark and heavy like so many tons of water.

He doesn't know how long he slept, or whether Angel and Rhys have moved on without him, when the tablet's alert manages to bring him to some sense of awareness. He mumbles instructions to read off the message, and the horror of it only barely sinks in as even adrenaline struggles to wake him. His voice is thick and groggy, only mildly alarmed.]

What...what are you talking about, House?

[House switches it so that Enoch's words come through as text for him. He doesn't need Will overhearing this, and it's going to be virtually impossible for Will not to overhear this in such cramped quarters.]

you saw the message about beckett drinking someone's blood
to see if that would transfer the conscious into him or maybe kick it to the server
the guy i'm with is determined to be the one who gets drained
but beckett doesn't know him
he's not gonna take me trying
so i told him you'd make more sense
beckett knows you
you're past the threshold of deaths where you might not come back
and you're probably physically closer to beckett than we are to be able to do this

Something's wrong. This is wrong.

[His mind claws itself further out of its stupor, a fierce protectiveness rearing its head. He hasn't put it to words but the something wrong has to do with Beckett.]

Beckett- [the concept sluggishly rolls itself into place.] -does he still want this?

yep
he thought he'd be doing it with me
i mean
i'm still up for it
but graham cracker's insisting that i not do the dying thing
something about it being inconvenient
but you already semi-volunteered
so i figured you'd be interested in stopping him from playing martyr
just to satisfy his ego after that little rant he made earlier

This isn't-... Just letting someone into his mind...

[He can't articulate what's wrong yet again. A sense of sick foreboding spreads in his stomach like a poison, and only one thing is certain.]

I love him, I love him so much, I don't want him to hurt!

[Kind of a shame House can't hear the way he's nearly crying here, it'd be one more thing he could use as leverage. But then, Will probably could too, if he heard it. Confused and ill at ease, he trails off and drifts in his brain fog. He has to protect him. He knows this. This stranger wants into Beckett's mind. Someone else's thoughts in one's mind- no, never again, never to anyone else, and never, ever, to Beckett.

Part of him recognizes dimly he's done this mental dance before, this thought that if not him it will be someone who can harm Beckett, but can't muster up any way to acknowledge or correct it. It and his general confusion are all that are keeping him from agreeing right now.]

[Well, okay...]

then be his rock
a bloodstone, if you will

[Have fun with that maybe-not-totally-incorrect assumption, House. Enoch's shitty coping mechanisms are worse, somehow, when he's aware of them. How does that work?]

But to do this, he'll have to kill me. I don't want to hurt him, he's hurt enough. Don't want someone in his mind... He wants this. But...

But...

[Disjointed? Pretty much. There's a lot of raw emotion he's got to sort out left over from that false time, and House caught him in the middle of it. He's very disoriented, pulled from such a deep sleep as he was.]

I'll do it. If he wants this, and wants me for it. I'll do it.

[House isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Enoch's clearly scrambled. That's ideal. He's not asking too many questions because of it.]

perfect!
i'll have a chat
where are you?
near him?

Don't know, I don't know. He ran off, when we...gained time. It broke him. I failed him.

[That didn't answer where, unfortunately.]

[He rolls his eyes.]

so go and find him and put him back together
i'm sure the blood'll help
vampire physiology and all that jazz

Should've...

[He's just going to dissolve into quiet sobbing here, which speech-to-text won't parse for House. Someone's going to have some nightmares when he goes back to sleep. In the meantime, more non-sequiturs, because he didn't actually listen to his tablet reading off House's message and just kept talking.]

It was, I was so- I should've seen...but it didn't happen. But it did. It would. Could.

[House has a general idea based on the rest of this conversation, really.]

coulda
woulda
shoulda

stop whining about what's in the past
you can't change it
do something for the future
that's the only way things change

The future...some things can't be changed. Need to protect him.

[There's a long pause before the tablet picks up one more thing:]

So tired. I'm sorry.

don't be sorry
just do it
and get back to me
later

[And he hangs up.]

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