An: So Foreman's been annoying me lately, and I'm surprised House hasn't said anything about him filling Mommy's heels. Also, 'Omar Epps' being where 'Lisa Edelstein' should have been made very sad. Not my best, but I like it OK.

"So how's the job going?"

Foreman chuckled quietly. He was sitting in the cafeteria with an old friend he hadn't seen in a couple years. He had actually worked at PPTH for awhile, and was abused by House quite a few times. "It's going. I can't believe how difficult this is. I mean, I knew it would be hard, but, it's much harder than I thought. I don't know how Cuddy did this, with a kid."

"How's it going with House?" Foreman just sighed. "I assume it's not going like the job."

"He's, been less House like than usual, but he's only been back a couple weeks. I'm just waiting for him to start acting like he did with Cuddy in charge." Foreman looked down, and dug into his pocket when his pager went off. "Speak of the devil," he sighed. "I'll be right back," he told his friend, who nodded. Foreman walked through the hall after getting off of the elevator, he buttoned a button on his suit jacket, looking for the limping pain in the ass. "House!" He called when he found him. The diagnostician stopped. Then continued, at a slightly slower pace. "House!" He yelled again, catching up with him.

"It's not nearly as sexy when you say it." He looked over his shoulder at him, "Can you sound a little more feminine, and emphasize the 'Hou'?"

Foreman ignored him. "House, you can't-"

"How are Mommy's heels fitting?" He cut him off. "Did you go with red, or black when she let you choose them? That must have been a very exciting day. Looking through Mommy's closet, and playing dress up."

"House," he didn't sound amused. "Like it or not, I'm your boss now. Now I know when I wear tight pants, or a v-neck, it's not as exciting, but you still have to listen to me." He was slightly behind House, so he didn't see his face. "You can't do whatever you want, just because you're House. Before you do something potentially life threatening, and therefore a legal issue, you have to talk to me-"

House stopped abruptly, and turned around, forcing Foreman to stop as well. "You are not Cuddy," he told him forcefully, his face tensed in anger. "This is not your hospital. No matter how many times you change the paint, and wall art. This place belongs to, and will always belong to the woman that ran it for over a decade. And the sooner you realize that," his voice was slightly softer, before hardening, "the sooner you'll stop pissing me, and the rest of this damn place off." He stared at him a few seconds longer, then turned and limped away. Foreman always got annoying when he played House's boss, but now that he was, it made things much different, and he felt a lot worse.