AN: So, I'm fully obsessed with House. There's really no way around it… and while I'm a hard-core Huddy-shipper, my first experience with those pesky plot-bunnies were all "OO! HEY YOU!! BAND GEEK! Now, listen, we gotsanideeer for ya: original. character." Who was I to deny them?

Let's see what else? Oh, right, I took my sweet old time writing this (like I started 1st semester of my senior year of high school and it's second semester of my college freshman year) so it may be a bit disjointed, so I just ask that you roll with it, and if there's anything that doesn't sit right, WRITE UP A REVIEW and mention it, and if I agree, I'll change it.

Ok: Disclaimer: As much as it saddens me, the delectable Hugh Laurie is not mine. (But oh, how I dream he one day will be!! Oh, wait… he's married. Damn.) Oh, and technical medical jargon NOT MY FORTE! I guarantee that I screwed more than enough of my ideas.

I am beautiful/ no matter what they say/ words can't bring me down/...

I love days like this... and in case you were wondering a day like today is a day away from people I know, in a completely unknown territory (in this case, Princeton, New Jersey), finally done with my Pre-med, and about to start my residency. I'm going to Princeton to become a doctor, but my first love is music. But there wasn't enough music jobs/ money in music jobs from where I'm from.

I continue singing without a care in the world... most likely completely botching the words... when your stomach starts to growl in that sort of "feed me" way. Lucky for you, you spot a hot dog vendor not far away [(AN: whether or not they have hot dog vendors in New Jersey is completely irrelevant... this is my story and I'm telling it my way.)

Unfortunately for me, I only have a $50 because that's all I was able to get out of the airport ATM before catching my flight... I still had yet to find another ATM. [She ignored the one's at the airport It's only 9 am so I highly doubt that the vendor will have enough change for my $50, so I look around hoping to find someone with a ton of singles (maybe 50?). As I look up from my wallet, I find myself staring into the most amazing blue eyes. The eyes were obviously attached to a body as well... even a face, but all I could see for the moment was blue, blue, blue, blue eyes... the kind girls dream about.

"Are you gunna get a hot dog or are you just gunna sing about it?" the voice released the hold the eyes had on me.

"Huh? Oh, right, I was going to, but then I realized that I only have a $50… uh… yeeeeeea…" I said, sounding like I knew exactly what it was I was doing. Not.

Way to go, slick he's totally not freaked out by now... way to play it smooth like you didn't just verbally barf all over yourself...

"And why might that be? Are you rich or something? But, if you were rich, you'd have plenty of $50s, a limo, and a personal chef so that you wouldn't have to be in this predicament in the first place," said the man.

"Funny story about that... see, I'm from Michigan and I have yet to find an ATM and the smallest I have is $50... And I highly doubt that you, or the vendor guy have enough change for my $2 hot dog." then, brilliance struck me. "Do you want a dog? Because, I'll pay for it and a drink and one of everything he has plus whatever you want and then I might be in business..." I don't ramble at all... though there was this one point in my life when I would call my friend Addie and leave 5 minute long voicemails while driving just telling her about my day, and when her voicemail hung-up on me, I called back and I did this about 10 times a day it was funny... but you see? I totally don't ramble.

"Free food. You're just like Wilson! Are you trying to be my new bestest friend, or are you too good to be true?"

There was something that he said that made me remember something. "You're Dr. House, aren't you?" The look he gave me told me that I was right. "I've heard about you."

He smiled… slightly… and puffed his chest out a millimeter, as if he was proud of himself. "The rumors are mostly lies," he bragged. Then, he groaned as if I had just asked him to do an impossible thing, and said, "Alright, FINE!! I'll buy you a stupid hot dog."

"Umm…?" Confusion?

"You were practically begging me with your eyes. That and you treated me to a concert not 5 minutes ago..."

"Oh, god, you heard that? I honestly don't consider myself too much of a singer... sure the girl I babysat had a karaoke machine and when I sang lady marmalade, she said I could win American idol, but she's 8! And I was in the audition only choir at my high school... and others have heard me sing and said I was good, but I'm not idiotic... I know that you need to be super sexy and stuff like that to make it in the music business..." (see what I mean about the rambling??)

"Actually, you were half bad... though you are definitely not someone I would pay an arm and a leg to hear sing live." He looked thoughtful for a minute and paid for our food. "The hospital I work at is having a benefit. You wanna gig?"

With a mouthful of hotdog I gaped at him. After I swallowed, I asked him, "Uh… what exactly are you asking me?? And what hospital? Cuz I got a job at a hospital, and I don't know if they'd like it if I was helping to raise money for another hospital… And do you even have the power to offer me said gig?"God, do I EVER shut up? Sheesh! I'm like freakinol' Faithful, here the way I'm spouting at the mouth!

"None whatsoever. But, my boss does. She also has the power to give me time off from the clinic. I figure if I offer you as a bribe, she'll be more willing to ignore the fact that I don't entirely do my clinic duty to begin with," he said collapsing onto the nearest bench. "Sit down." I did and we finished our hot dogs in silence.

"You still didn't tell me what hospital," I pointed out.

All of a sudden, his beeper went off. He took a look down. "Shit. C'mon. I gotta get to the hospital. My patient is crashing… again."

"Why do I need to come?"

"Because, you are gunna sing for the benefit, and I want to make sure that you don't flake on me after I fed you and everything." He started heading to a motorbike as he said this. I was wondering how he was going to maneuver a motorcycle and a cane when he answered the question for me by attaching his cane into some clamps on the bike.

"Move it or lose it… whatever your name is."

I said, "Angela."

"Like I'm going to remember that. Get on, you get the helmet," he said handing me the aforementioned item.

"What hospital are we going to? Please, I really need to know."

He looked at me. "You're not going to put that helmet on until I tell you, are you?"

I smiled. "Nope."

"Princeton Plainsboro." Le gasp! That's where I'm supposed to start in a few days! "Now, get on!"