Capt. Greyson Robert Pierce

35. Staff Member.Haus Doctor. Former Military Trauma Doctor.

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troyxmessenger:

“A spy? Get out of here. Frist, you would make a shitty spy. You talk too much. Second, I’ve vetted people around here. You don’t think I didn’t take some precautions?” He frowned shaking his head a the thought. Grey knew him better than that. Or at least he should. “No one in any branch of the military as a sense of humor. that why they join the military, duh.” Troy laughed as he said this. Grey had a point but when your life is rank and file there is no room for upstarts and people that caused trouble and that how a good number of people saw grey. It was a wonder he made it to Captain. Of course, no one could deny his skill. When working on a patient he was fast, calm and capable. He was a marvel to watch at work. “You’re an amazing fucking doctor,” He said. The mention of Devin had troy frowning. He already missed the other. He would never tie Dev down. Not in a million years but he did wish that the other would stay. Maybe next time he would just go with Devin. Whatever corner of the world the guy flew off to, Troy could easy board a plane and go with. He wasn’t giving long to think about this as grey pulled him down on the bed. He growled and righted himself so that he was sitting up. “You can start by not jerking on me like a rag doll. I have half I mind to knock you one. Or sic Jordon on you. “

“I would make the perfect spy- Seducing people with a smile and talking them into giving me all of their secrets. I’m just charming enough to make it all work.” Grey wouldn’t have been surprised if he had missed a few of Troy’s traps, the man was protective when it came to his privacy and himself. He had worked with the other for so long, they had protected each other even when Grey drove the Seal up a wall- it was who they were. At the compliment, his shoulders lifted slightly, glad that someone else knew he was good at his job. He hated seeing someone on his watch die, so much so that he refused to believe it happened- he wasn’t about to give up on anyone, even if they had the smallest chance of living. He felt like he kicked Troy though the moment he mentioned Devin, knowing that it was probably better to back off on the subject, the other man didn’t know what he was missing in the Haus. Groaning, Grey rolled his eyes, “I’m your doctor, I should know that you need time laying down or else your body is going to start aching- it’s true...I could write it in your charts if you’d like.” He said tugging at the man again, before deciding to just lay down and rest his head on the other’s lap, “Besides- Jordan loves me, she would never. She loves me as much as you should love me, Sugar.”

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troyxmessenger:

“It was set to stop most people,” Troy huffed. “Just about everyone here is civilians. They wouldn’t  spot the traps, let alone be able to dismantle them.” He gave Grey a pointed look. Not quite one that spoke of a dressing down but close enough. However seeing Grey like that, curled up in his bed, it wasn’t easy to hold that look. Even harder when Grey cracked wise about Troy’s bunk. He smiled and snorted. “I held rank over you. Perks of climbing the latter. You had could have cushy things too if you hadn’t gone around pissing everyone off.” Like that would ever happen. Part of Grey’s personality was not knowing when to hold his tongue. He had even popped off on Troy a few times. It was as frustrating as it was endearing. He turned and looked away when Grey spoke again. He knew, yeah. But it wasn’t something that he wanted to bring up. He didn’t see Grey like that. Grey was his brother in arms. They had run around in camps, stationed together too many times to count. “Yeah,” he said, turning his gaze back to Grey. “Doesn’t change the fact you’re still a pain in the ass.”

“But you never know when someone is going to break into your room that’s not a civilian. What if I happened to be some spy with a personal vendetta against you? I could have easily taken down you defenses and got the perfect nights rest in your bed.” The smile on his face was wide as he stretched himself out further into the comfort of the man’s bed. “I didn’t piss everyone off, just those that didn’t have a sense of humor and were assholes.” He knew he could be a bit abrasive to some people, but that was only because everyone seemed to take their lives a bit to seriously. Everyone needed to slow down and open up. “I’m a good doctor.” He had worried about that- unsure of when he had gone from trauma doctor to nose and throat doctor at an underground sex establishment- oh right, his fucking ex...the chief of his last hospital. Fucker.  “I’m your favorite pain in the ass, and you know it- though I think Daredevin is starting to win you over- What do I gotta do to fix that?” He laughed as he sat up, grabbing hold of the other’s wrist to tug him into bed with him.

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troyxmessenger :

Troy frowned looking at the bundle of wires in Gray’s hands. “Goddammit,” he muttered under his breath. He knew Gray would be trouble. He always was, but he didn’t think the other would invade his room and disarm his defenses. He took the wires and tossed them to the side, hearing them clatter on the coffee table. “What are you doing here Gray? Besides trying to give me a heart attack.”

Grey gave the other a look, not being able to help himself as he kept his body curled into Troy’s bed. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were back where they first met- that this was Troy’s bunk, instead of the bed he was provided by the Haus. “You really think that that trap was going to stop everybody from getting into your room? You should try harder next time.” He commented as the smallest of smiles worked its way onto his lips, turning his body so he could lay on his side and look at the other a bit better. “I was tired, and you always had the most comfortable bed- Really Troy, it’s never been fair.” He teased, clearing his throat a moment late, “Hey- fun fact, did you know through a technicality I’m a whore now?”

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xlivcr :

Oliver was making his rounds, sure as shit, but it didn’t help that he’d been drinking at the time.  The bartender had told him he’d had enough but the actor just kept going, and one thing lead to another and he now sat in the space where the doctor was supposed to be with a busted lip.  "Apparently they don’t like it when you call them whores,“ he laughed, or at least attempted to before he winced out in pain holding a liquor bottle in his hand as he attempted to take another swig to numb the pain.  "Go ahead, Doc, fix me up, make me like all the pretty people.”

Greyson turned his head to look at the other, blinking at the man with the busted lip. The guy wasn’t sick, that at least was the good part of whatever was wrong at the moment- hoping there weren’t other wounds he had to deal with on his first day. “You’re lucky it wasn’t me you were calling a whore while your drank or you would have had something more than a busted lip,” Greyson grabbed a bottle of alcohol, unfortunately it wasn’t the kind that people were supposed to drink. Wetting a piece of gauze, he walked back over to the man and took his drink, putting it to his own lips to take a swig before setting it down and placing the gauze against the man’s wound. “Sorry- I’m not a plastic surgeon, the only thing I can do is disinfect your busted face, and make sure it stops bleeding while I drink your alcohol.” He snorted out softy, making sure to clean the area the best he could, “You’re lucky you don’t need stitches, whoever hit you did a good job. Though judging by your demeanor you might have deserved it.”

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troyxmessenger :

Troy looked around confused before he locked eye with the man in his room. He hadn’t been expecting anyone so he was at loss as to what the other was doing there. “How did you get past my traps?”

Grey blinked at the man in front of him, playing with the wires in his hands before offering up the bundle to the other. “Simple, I didn’t. I disarmed them.” There was a difference there, at least in Grey’s mind as he let his body fall on the other’s couch.He hadn’t been able to sleep, his  mind going to quickly for him to register what he was doing at the Haus of Perses, why he had broken down and let himself become a contracted slave- that’s what they were, right? They weren’t staff.

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wickedwinters :

‘ No, I meant I’m not sure if there have been doctors around before. ’ Dean smiled and shook his head, not sure if the MD had been joking or not. ‘ I don’t anyone here is walking around with the bubonic plague. Though, when it comes to hiding bodies, I’m pretty sure this place would be more than equipped to handle something like that. So, you never know. ’ Talking so much had tickled Dean’s throat uncomfortable and he dipped his head into his elbow, coughing yet again. His eyes watered a bit and he wiggled his nose to combat the itch of his sinuses. ‘ I figured, what with the coughing and the bin full of snot-covered tissues. The snot’s yellow, though, so I know that’s not good. ’

Dean slowly pulled himself into a sitting position on the guy’s table. ‘ Fair enough. ’ Dean shook his head. ‘ No on the dizziness, just headaches. ’ Dean slowed his breathing as the doctor took his temperature manually. ‘ Oh God, I don’t have a fever, do I? ’

The last thing Dean needed was to get really sick. He’d been performing his duties really well the past year and hated that he might have to forego going back to work for a longer period of time.

“Good to know that if I die here my body will be well hidden and out of the way.” This place was larger than Grey expected when he had first walked in, knowing it would be beyond easy to get lost, but then it would also be easy to meet a new person every hour on the hour. He was surprised they didn’t have a resident Doctor on staff before him, someone to take care of those who needed it on sight, as well as another person they could use to the fullest of the Haus’s potential.

“Well, what color yellow is it? If it’s dark yellow that means you probably have an infection and probably shouldn’t be putting your mouth on someone else’s junk for a week. If it’s light yellow, I wouldn’t worry too much.” Not many people stopped long enough to look at what they had just sneezed out, knowing that if it was yellow- it was yellow, and that was it.

“Is sitting out a week really that bad? Don’t you want a bit of break.” He shrugged as he turned from the other to go back towards the counter to grab a bag of goodies. “What you should be doing is resting so you aren’t out longer than you need to be out. There is this amazing thing called sleep that does wonders for the bodies restorative properties.” Holding out a care bag, he gave the other a nudge, “Medicine also helps.” 

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donttakeachance :

Chance shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t remember my birth.” He chuckled slightly before shrugging again. “Usually when my chest hurts it goes away after a few weeks.” Chance walked to the table and sat down and smiled slightly. “I figured it wasn’t fatal. It probably wasn’t even worth bothering you about so sorry.”

A small smile pulled onto Grey’s lips as he followed the younger with his eyes over to the table. “As long as your chest doesn’t randomly hurt every few weeks, then I’m a little less worried.” He commented as pushed his way between the other’s thighs, pressing a cool hand on his forehead, feeling for any sign of warmth, “You shouldn’t be over exerting yourself if you’re not feeling good, you know that right? Or does everyone here pretend that they’re invincible.” His hand went to from the ginger’s forehead down to his neck, pressing gently at a pulse point as he used his other hand to stare at his watch, counting each and every beat, “Do you prefer cherry or grape? I’m a grape cough drop guy myself but some people enjoy the taste of death and cherries.”

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troyxmessenger:

It wasn’t that Troy wasn’t happy to see Gray. The two of them had gotten along when serving together when Gray wasn’t getting into trouble. It was just a surprise and Troy never missed a chance to rib the other.  “I don’t need hands. I need someone with a brain,” Troy retorted shuffling further into the room.  “You are safer here than in Syria,” Troy answered. “ Get used to that. People around here don’t like to hear no. It’s not a popular word around here.

Of course with Gray being the new Haus doctor is wouldn’t be as hard to talk about his issues. Gray knew most of them already.  Troy shifted not looking The other for a moment or two. His leg was… Okay. For the moment. It hadn’t bothered him any more than normal and he was getting plenty of exercise for it walking around the Haus grounds. “No. My leg is doing alright.”

He shook his head, his tongue moving over his lips as he thought how best to word his issue. He didn’t like talking about the stuff in his head. His leg, his loss of hearing, they were one thing, but his other issues were something else and he tended to clam up about those.  He smacked the other hands away. “Hey knock that off. If I have to, I’ll kick your ass.”

He stepped back sighing. Gray was a child and drove Troy crazy but he was still happy to see the other. “I was just looking to…” He stopped. “Eh, never mind. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Ah- well, if you need someone with a brain, then you have the best person within a fifty mile radius to work on you.” He laughed as he poked at the other’s middle. It was easy to tease Troy, knowing that for the most part the man let it happen and didn’t make too big of a deal about it, unless he crossed over the line. “Lucky for you and everyone here, it takes a lot for me to say no,” He winked, trying to push the other to sit on his table so he could give the man a once over. He would never admit he was worried, not to Troy, not after he had held numerous people in the middle of a warzone, but Troy injured- or any of his squad- it sent chills down his spine. “You do make me want to test out saying no though.”

There were no other signs of pain from the other, no cough, or paleness to his complexion, no leaning or slouching in his posture that would have signified another pain, so instead he crossed his arms and continued to stare him down. “Please, you couldn’t kick my ass back when we were in the middle of a mission and you couldn’t kick my ass now- I mean you could always touch my ass but that’s a different story, “He said pulling his hands away with a smile.

“Well- you came here, so it’s already a big deal.So you either sit down, and tell me what’s going on, or I’m just going to follow you until you tell me Sir. Sir as in commander and not as client, just so you know. You’re not getting that from me just yet.” he winked, grabbing him by the arm to keep him from leaving. He may have loved teasing Troy, but he wasn’t about to watch him walk out if something was bothering him. “What’s going on?”

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troyxmessenger:

Troy grumbled as he made his way to the office of the in-Haus doctor. He hadn’t made a point of using the Haus’ medical services, preferring to see someone at the local VA or a walk-in clinic.  He felt his issues were too private to share at the Haus anyway, even with a medical professional. Only it was a holiday weekend and  Devin had left again, to report on the flood in India so Troy was left alone.  It didn’t nothing to help his anxiety or depression. He opened the door to the little office, thinking maybe if he just talked to whomever that would take the edge off and help. Or the guy could up his dosage of meds until Troy could go back to his regular doctor.

He froze as he recognized the guy in front of him. “Gray?” He blurted out, his mouth open a little. “What are you doing here? I thought this was for the doctor, not quacks?”

The last person he expected to see when he turned around was Troy. The other was like a blast from the past, a smile forming almost immediately on his lips as he recognized his brother’s voice. That was what they were in Grey’s mind, whether the other liked it or not. “Hey- that’s not fair, I could go get you a quack if you want one, but they’re hands are going to be nowhere as good as mine on you.” He grinned as he grabbed a stool, pulling it under himself so he could rest on it. “What does it look like I’m doing here? It was either do this, or head back to Syria? Starting to think I should have gone the other way- but what can I say, the higher ups here don’t like hearing no for an answer. “At least I can be as open as I want here without getting the back of my head slapped.”

“Now- what are you doing here, and I don’t mean unleashing the freak inside your sex drive- I mean in my office? it’s not your leg is it?” He asked as he pushed himself up, instantly grabbing the other’s shirt, teasingly tugging at it to look under it, “But if it’s your abs- you know I don’t mind looking at those as well.” He laughed before turning away, not wanting to tease the man too much- it had been a while, “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

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donttakeachance :

Chance shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve never been to a doctor before so I don’t really know the drill.” He shrugged his shoulders again because he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. “I just-they made me come talk to you because I haven’t been able to stop coughing and my chest hurts.”

“You’ve never been to a doctor before? How are you still alive- better yet, how were you born? Did your mother do one of those at home births.” Grey could see the other was a bit on the tense side, joking slightly to loosen him up a bit.  “Well then, they shouldn’t have made you come to me, you should have picked that up on your own if your chest hurts.” He sighed as he made a head gestures to the table, “Go sit down, we’ll figure out what’s going on- but I’m thinking chest cold...Which isn’t fatal, I promise.”

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noelxmoore :

Noel frowned and rubbed his neck. “You don’t have the best service attitude to be a doctor.” The blue eyed man pointed out and followed the doctor into the office. “I’ve been having terrible back problems. You can just get me some painkillers and be done with me.” 

“Why do you think I work here and not at a hospital anymore. Apparently you can get a poor evaluation for not having the best bedside manner.” Though Grey was joking for the most part, the thought of why he was no longer at the Trauma unit at the VA still stung more than he wanted it too. “That’s not how doctors work you know, we could get fired for just handing out drugs left and right.” His arms crossed over his chest as he made a finger gesture for the other to turn around, “Back to me, and take off your shirt so I can see what’s going on.”

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wickedwinters :

‘ Not that I know of. But then I had never really asked before. ’ Dean shrugged as he forced his brain to calm his overactive libido. The sight of the guy that had been hired as the Haus’ doctor was enough to throw anyone for a loop. Dark brown hair, warm eyes, a roguish confidence, and an ass that looked amazing in those jeans. It was all Dean could do to remember why he was here in the first place. He knew he’d been staring too long when the guy’s voice finally broke through the fog in his brain. Why was he here? He coughed into his hand, his throat on fire. Oh yeah, he was sick. He’d showered and changed his bedding again this morning, but that was about it. ‘ Well, I’ve been sick the past two days. I think it’s just a cold, but I wanted to make sure, in case it was anything worse. I haven’t been sick in years. And in this line of work, the last thing I want to do is start spreading around something nasty. ’

“Well good to know. If someone around here had the plague I’m pretty sure you would have known about it- or they’re just hiding the bodies somewhere.” He teased as he pulled out a stool to sit on, staring at the other for a moment. The boy looked a little pale, not terribly so put him in a state of death, just as much as it seemed he was on the verge of something that might have been a bit unpleasant. “You do look like you have a bit of a cold.” He commented with a small smile, giving the other a head gesture to sit on his table, while he went over to his cabinets, he had nothing set up yet- everything more of an organized mess. “I went from treating traumas to treating colds- so you’ll have to excuse my disorganization.” He snorted before grabbing a bag and dispensing a care kit into it. “So- cough, anything else bothering you? You’re not dizzy, are you?” He questioned, walking up to put his hand on the other’s forehead, looking into his eyes.

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“I just got here and you already need something from me? Did this place not have a Doctor for me? There isn’t anyone walking around here with the plague is there?” He questioned, his back turned to the other in the space the Haus had given him to work. Grey had barely been able to pull his scrubs on, deciding against the pants for the afternoon and settling on jeans, if he was going to start in the middle of the day, then he was going to be comfortable while doing it- that was what this place was about right? Maybe not the comfort of a staff member, but he was sure the higher ups wouldn’t really mind all that much, “So-...want to tell me whats wrong or do I have to figure that out myself?” He asked finally turning to the other.

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