A/N: Well, I was bored one afternoon and sitting around watching the Doctor Who episode "The Sound of Drums" after a House marathon, and it hit me. And I knew it had to be done. So here it is.
House sat in his office chair, humming along to the music streaming from his earbuds. Another boring morning, like all the other boring mornings before it. Another lying patient, another case to solve, new tests to run, and more time to spend hiding from Cuddy. Same old, same old.
"House. Clinic. Now." He was sure she wouldn't start searching him out at least until one. Damn.
"Awwww, but Mom!"
"If you hate dealing with people so much, why did you become a doctor in the first place?!"
"I'm laying low." He was bored. Maybe restarting that whole 'telling the truth' thing would be entertaining.
"What?" She replied curtly, annoyance apparent in her tone and mannerisms as she pinched the bridged of her nose. Today was –not- turning out well, and House's antics were the last thing she wanted to deal with.
"He'd never think to search for me in 21st century America, let alone as a Doctor. A bit too stupid to understand the irony, if you ask me…"
"I'm not in the mood for games today, House. Did you take one too many Vicodin again?"
"I wish. Maybe then that damn sound would stop..." Cuddy looked him up and down before rolling her eyes and sighing.
"Just hurry up and get to the clinic, will you?" She turned about on her heel and stalked out of his office, shaking her head. She didn't notice House take a prescription bottle out of his pocket as faintly, in the back of his mind, the beating of the drums grew just a little bit louder.