The Black Sheep
DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, it is owned by Fox and all its affiliates, no money is being made from this. I only own plot and one character.
It was no fun being arrested, Dr. Gregory House could now, quite literally, testify to that. Sure he could let it wash over him like water off a duck's back, but that did not mean he had to enjoy it. In fact after he was cleared of all drug abuse charges he couldn't have been more happy or relieved in his entire life, discounting when he got his hourly vicodin fix, of course. Now that he finally had the law off of him he could get back to his favorite past time, making people miserable by being snarky and brilliant at the same time. He gave himself a small smile, he couldn't wait.
At the hospital it was the same hustle and bustle as usual. People were in and out of the clinic complaining of minor head colds and athlete's foot insisting that they were dying. Luckily, House could skip the clinic duty today and go straight to his office for work. If there was a bonus to being on trial and almost having your life taken away from you it was the ability to skip clinic duty, after all he had to rest and recoup after his 'tragic ordeal.' House could hardly contain his snicker as he stepped into the elevator. The look on Cuddy's face when he told her that was priceless. She almost refused, saying that his double time in the clinic was starting after the 'favor' she had to pull for him in court. He protested however, and in the end won stating that "It wouldn't look good if the top doctor had an attack from exhaustion because he couldn't take the pressure. And all the lovely funding the hospital was getting would be gone in a flash, how tragic." All Cuddy could manage to think at the time was, Bastard. House couldn't help but feel cheery as he limped into his office, but the moment he crossed the threshold into his office his smile was wiped from his face. Everything in his office was in place, his ducklings were in the conference room next door, his trusty pills were in his pocket, and Wilson hadn't bugged him yet about skipping out on clinic duty. The problem was right in front of him, sitting in his comfy desk chair, on his computer. The person slowly turned her head and smiled at him, the same smile he knew for years, the one that usually ended up with him getting into trouble. "Hello, brother dearest," she said. The person was none other than his twenty year old, trouble-making sister Victoria Rose House.
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