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barbarafettThis is another fragment of Inception fanfic. This one is post-film and is a crossover between Inception and the TV series House. Again, crossposted to my journal and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
august_writing, and will be posted to inceptionfic someday when the final, polished draft is written. This is only a very rough sketch of how I want the first part to go. It's also a backdated entry; I'm actually posting it on Saturday the 21st. I did write this yesterday, but didn't get a chance to post it.
This time, the call came from Yusuf. That was unusual; chemists weren’t usually involved in brokering jobs, but Yusuf was Cobb’s only connection in Africa, and the client was an African politician. That was unusual, too. Apparently, the reality of mind crime was now known to people outside the world of international business.
The story Yusuf told Cobb was that recently, a brutal African dictator by the name of Dibala had been stricken with a mysterious illness, and had finally been taken to a hospital in New Jersey for diagnosis and treatment. The reputed expert team there had failed, and Dibala had died in the hospital. The client, the prime minister of another country and one of Dibala’s longtime rivals, felt that this was a little too convenient and was certain that one of the medical staff there had deliberately caused his death, either by intentional misdiagnosis or by sabotaging something. He was willing to pay very well for someone to extract the truth of the matter. The mark was the longtime head of the hospital’s Department of Diagnostic Medicine, one Dr. Gregory House, known in medical circles as the world’s greatest diagnostician.
After Tokyo, Mombasa, and Sydney, Princeton, New Jersey seemed like right next door. Cobb accepted. Yusuf put him in touch with the client, who readily agreed to pay for Arthur’s services as well as Cobb’s. The two partners-in-crime immediately set to work researching and preparing.
House proved to be one of the most colorful, paradoxical marks they had ever gone after. He was well established in an outstanding career in medicine, and was respected for his uncanny ability to identify correct diagnoses when no one else could. His personal life made a startling contrast to his professional life. He had had several run-ins with the law, including spending a night in jail for contempt of court that could have been a much longer stay if it hadn’t been for evidence introduced at his trial by his boss, Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Even more interestingly, he had spent about six weeks as a patient at Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital, and continued to have regular psychiatric therapy sessions there with Dr. Darryl Nolan.
That part worried Cobb. Fischer, Saito, Kaneda, and all his other marks had been relatively sane, given that they were all important businessmen. Cobb had never been inside the mind of anyone with psychological problems as serious as House’s. That made it impossible to know what to expect, which made it impossible to prepare. That did not sit well with either him or Arthur.
august_writing, and will be posted to inceptionfic someday when the final, polished draft is written. This is only a very rough sketch of how I want the first part to go. It's also a backdated entry; I'm actually posting it on Saturday the 21st. I did write this yesterday, but didn't get a chance to post it.This time, the call came from Yusuf. That was unusual; chemists weren’t usually involved in brokering jobs, but Yusuf was Cobb’s only connection in Africa, and the client was an African politician. That was unusual, too. Apparently, the reality of mind crime was now known to people outside the world of international business.
The story Yusuf told Cobb was that recently, a brutal African dictator by the name of Dibala had been stricken with a mysterious illness, and had finally been taken to a hospital in New Jersey for diagnosis and treatment. The reputed expert team there had failed, and Dibala had died in the hospital. The client, the prime minister of another country and one of Dibala’s longtime rivals, felt that this was a little too convenient and was certain that one of the medical staff there had deliberately caused his death, either by intentional misdiagnosis or by sabotaging something. He was willing to pay very well for someone to extract the truth of the matter. The mark was the longtime head of the hospital’s Department of Diagnostic Medicine, one Dr. Gregory House, known in medical circles as the world’s greatest diagnostician.
After Tokyo, Mombasa, and Sydney, Princeton, New Jersey seemed like right next door. Cobb accepted. Yusuf put him in touch with the client, who readily agreed to pay for Arthur’s services as well as Cobb’s. The two partners-in-crime immediately set to work researching and preparing.
House proved to be one of the most colorful, paradoxical marks they had ever gone after. He was well established in an outstanding career in medicine, and was respected for his uncanny ability to identify correct diagnoses when no one else could. His personal life made a startling contrast to his professional life. He had had several run-ins with the law, including spending a night in jail for contempt of court that could have been a much longer stay if it hadn’t been for evidence introduced at his trial by his boss, Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Even more interestingly, he had spent about six weeks as a patient at Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital, and continued to have regular psychiatric therapy sessions there with Dr. Darryl Nolan.
That part worried Cobb. Fischer, Saito, Kaneda, and all his other marks had been relatively sane, given that they were all important businessmen. Cobb had never been inside the mind of anyone with psychological problems as serious as House’s. That made it impossible to know what to expect, which made it impossible to prepare. That did not sit well with either him or Arthur.
