prologue: in my beginning is my end.

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"Chase."

"Hmm..."

House looks up from his game and appears to consider the name, finger tapping on his unshaven chin. Five seconds later (five seconds longer than all the others), he gives his comments. "Sounds familiar, sounds fun. Too bad I don't like verbs. Next!"

Wilson sighs, for House is both insufferable and stubborn, and is never easy to please. This is the last applicant in the tall stack of papers and House has rejected them all. Cuddy had ordered House to begin assembling a diagnostics team, but at this rate... With anyone else, this might have been simple, but with House, this is an arduous process. Rubbing his forehead tiredly, Wilson sighs again.

"House..."

"Yeah, yeah, Mommy will be mad. Gimme!" With that exclamation House puts down the Gameboy and snatches the papers from Wilson and begins to sift through the orderly stack, tossing the rejects onto the carpet until he is left with a white floor and a blond haired, blue eyed Australian staring up at him. Waving the resume around like a banner, House leers at the oncologist.

"You sly fox, trying to hide him at the end of the pile! You wanted to keep Blondie all to yourself!"

"What are you going on about now, House? Are you on something new? You just rejected him!" Wilson is slightly blushing at the insinuation, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He can usually follow House's thought process, but this is just strange.

"Exactly! So, logistically, since you replaced all the papers by review time--each new candidate reviewed is placed on top of the previous--you tried to hide him from me! You little devil, you!"

Still not following, but giving up, Wilson placates House with a conceded defeat. "Alright, alright, you got me. Now will you shut up and tell me what's going on?"

"I'm inviting Chase to my birthday party is what."

"But you just reje--"

"I am re-inviting him and that's final. Now be a good boy and go tell Mommy."

Wilson rolls his eyes but stays put. "Why is he so interesting now? Is it because his father's that famous rheumatologist?"

"No, no, Rheumatology Rowan is boring, although his book was funny."

"Then what?"

"He's blond."

"What?"

"Do you know how many blond jokes there are? He can be my entertainment for an entire month--three, if I play it right! Jeez, Jimmy, think about it!" House smirks as he pops a Vicodin, clearly enjoying Wilson's frustration.

Wilson feels like pulling his hair and screaming--trust House to want to hire an obviously qualified doctor for reasons like his features or entertainment value--but instead forces out another sigh. "So that's it then? We're done?"

"That's it, unless...Oh, it's 11:00, time for General Hospital!" House's eyes seem to light up with glee, but Wilson knows it's just to get out of Clinic duty. He isn't startled when House shoves the resume into his hands, rather expecting that House would have him contact Robert Chase.

Looking down at the smiling blond, Wilson sighs for what seems to be twentieth time of the day. "I feel sorry for you, Robert Chase..."

He looks up and House is already out of the office. Who knows what sort of grief House will give Cuddy today.

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A/N: Hello all, this is my first House fiction, please be kind and critique any mishaps, grammar mistakes or out of character incidents. My LJ will probably be updated before here, and I'm planning on updating every Monday, so if you would like, check there for updates (link is in profile). Also, my preferred version is over there, since the formatting is different here. P.S., beta needed, if anyone is interested! Thanks!