A/N: This is just a short one-shot, just a random bit of information I stumbled across and thought would make a good House clinic patient. Enjoy :)

"House."

House cringed but didn't pause in his step, depositing a clinic file on the nurse's desk. "Dr. House, signing out at 2:00."

Brenda glanced at her watch. "It's quarter to."

"I'm rounding up."

"House. Patient. Exam Two." Cuddy's voice rose.

"Busy."

"Doing what?" Cuddy demanded.

"Avoiding you."

"Oh. That's mature." Cuddy remarked, striding around him and blocking the door.

House stopped in front of her making a face. "That's mature."

She held out a folder for him. "The patient's blue."

"And you think I'm going to share my happy pills? Give him his own."

"No. I mean she's really blue."

"Psychiatry. Third floor." House impatiently waved her away.

"Her skin is blue."

House threw her a sarcastic smile. "Then she's dead, and there's nothing I can do. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Heart rate is 70 beats per minute, BP is 120 over eighty. I'm pretty sure she's alive." Cuddy held out the file.

House looked at her for a moment then grabbed the file. Limping back to exam room two he opened the door and entered. The patient, a thirty-something woman, was sitting on the exam table. House stared for a minute and sat down on the stool. She stared back.

"Let me guess, you're starting a blue women group" House stated.

The woman glared. It's not funny. I have a presentation tomorrow."

"How long have you...been blue?" House leaned forward, chin on his cane.

"It's been getting worse the past couple weeks."

House stared at her. "And you decided to just wait it out, right?" Not waiting for a reply he continued. "Ground your kid when you get home and re-think your choice in boyfriends."

"What?"

"Food colouring in your face cream, I'm guessing. It'll take a week or so to completely disappear and, since there's no ring but there is a cold sore, re-think your choice in boyfriends."

"I don't have a kid, and this isn't a cold sore."

"Of course it isn't. It's just herpes labialis."

"Why is my skin blue?"

"One more reason to re-think your choice in boyfriends."

"He hasn't been to my house."

House stared for a bit longer. "You do yoga and all that crap?"

"If by crap you mean healthy living, then yes."

"Pump yourself full of vitamins and supplements from the local rip-off, I mean health, store?"

"Yes."

"Colloidal silver. Shamelessly marketed as natural cure-all without evidence to support such. Causes Argyria."

"Is that dangerous? My nutritionist told me everything I was taking was perfectly natural and healthy."

"Well, silver is natural but since humans don't actually require silver in their diets, kind of useless."

"So what is this...Argylia?"

"Well it definitely has nothing to do with Scotland. It's blue skin. Your silver additives are the cause."

"Will it go away?"

House smiled and stood, "No. It won't."

"I...I'm going to be blue forever?"

"Well, there is therapy."

"Like light therapy?"

"Yeah. Exactly. Third floor." House swivelled the chair around, grabbing his cane as it bounced against the tile floor, and strode out the patient room door.

"Dr. House, signing out at two o-clock."

"It's ten to." Brenda rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

"Great. You call Cuddy, I'll stay right here." House smirked. "Promise."

Brenda held her hand out for the patient file and sighed. "Goodnight Dr. House."