Author's note: Hello everybody! I've been so exited about this story but had doubts about publishing it so I just gave it a go. For those who don't know, palliative care is taking care of a patient on his death bed, which has more of a psychological effect than actually medical, the patients are the one with something incurable. You'll get the point through the story. Basically, I love House M.D. That show is amazing! I was so sad that it's over :( There is little less house and little more Skins but the whole doctor thing is the background of the story. Enjoy and leave some reviews, thanks! x

Chapter 1

It was rainy. It always was in England. Bloody rain. A blond haired girl in her mid twenties and in a blood red turtleneck jumper sat in the armchair with her arms warped around her legs and head leaning on her lifted knees. Her eyelids felt heavy so she closed them but kept a note in her mind that she must not fall asleep. Not now. She stands up and starts packing, taking a backpack on the bed and putting some clothes inside it, not minding to arrange them. She was too tired to do that right now. A knock wakes her up from her thoughts and she sees Emily.

"Hey, when you're finished, can just get down please? I need help about some heavy stuff down there." The shorter redhead that stood on the door said.

"Sure, I'll be right there, Emily. Just let me pack my stuff." The blonde answers coldly and continues with packing that she had started moments ago. Redheaded girl nods and walks out of the room with her silent steps.

When she's done, she takes a one last look around the room. The room was small but it had a double bed in the middle of the room, an armchair just across it and one big window, already wet with rain drops racing down on it. The entire room is very simple, there's a wardrobe in the corner and a bookshelf. Simple, but with taste. The blonde liked it, but the others would probably say it looked like a bed room of an old granny. Which it was.

"You know, it's weird how you and I, doing this job and our conversation topic are really bright. I can't say it's a bad thing but I was just wondering." The redhead girl, Emily, asked the blond one, looking at the road in front of her and looking at the girl who sat on the passenger seat with the corner of her eye. Emily just knew to ask most random questions at most random moments, which usually seemed cute to the other girl except for times when her mood just wasn't at its place.

"I don't know, is that a question?" The taller girl asks the shorter one with sarcastic written all over her face. She regrets being rude and leans her head on the car window, staring at the contours of the houses they passed. Trying to be less bitchy, she speaks again: "Well, I guess we are just used to it. I mean, what kind of a conversation would it be if we talked about death all the time with our friends." Emily just nods in confirmation and they both keep quiet for the rest thirty minutes it took them to get to the Greenshire hospital.

Greenshire hospital was the main one in town, and the only one that had the department for Palliative care which the girls worked at. The hospital was like any other except it was much more modernized since the funds came in last year when it was completely renovated. It looked nothing like other hospitals and was one of the best in England, modelled like Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in the states. The girls walk through a long hallway and get to the door they headed to. The glass door with Gregory House, M.D. written on it.

And there he was, teasingly likeable to the taller and annoying to the shorter girl. Naomi, the tall blonde liked him for a simple reason, they were the same sarcastic cunts. Both smart, alcoholic and selfish. Emily didn't like him. She was his polar opposite. He was sitting in his chair behind his big glass desk cluttered with paperwork, his legs leaning on the desk, pounding a big red ball against the brown wood on his walls.

"Well hello Naomi Campbell, hello Ms. Bitch." House said with his natural accent from Oxford where he was born and both girls rolled their eyes. "It is a pleasure to see you. So, how's your dead patient?"

"Shut up." Naomi said. In most cases, if somebody told their boss to shut up, they would be fired by now, but not Naomi. And not if you work with House. He was an intelligent man and if you are intelligent, a trouble maker, and you know what you're talking about, House would let you do whatever you want to.

He looked her with his blue eyes they both shared "Oh, my!" he said dramatically and got on his feet, literally dropping a bunch of papers that girls needed to sign. He limps with his hurt leg to a coffee table to get something from it. Vicodin. Christ, that addict, both, Emily and Naomi thought at the same time.

Girls signed the paperwork that the grayish haired guy gave them all of them said the same. They didn't even need to read it.

Were you there with that and that person on that and that day when he/she died. Did you do this and that and how did your patient react to this and that therapy…

"So girls, still wasting your time on old bold men with testicle cancer crying on your shoulder?" he said out of nowhere.

Emily gave him a death glare and he just shrugged.

"I don't know, ladies, maybe if you change your mind, you know I have a diagnostics team, right? And you'd do more than just clinic duty and grannies on their death beds. I mean, not sexually do them, that's disgusting."

"I'll wait for you outside." Said Emily when she signed up the papers, hurrying up so she doesn't have to listen to House talking shit about her career choice.

"You didn't have to go that far." Naomi said, tucking a pencil in the white coat she just put on. "You know the reason why I don't work with you." House swallowed two pills he took, ignoring what the blonde just said "I'm done. See you at clinic duty. Try to show up or Cuddy will be pissed and she's my friend, so don't do that."

He was still there, ignoring her.

"Whatever." Blonde said to him and walked out of his office.

Naomi was in the rush, crossing the street to go meet Emily. She hated running late. She was always on time. Always. That's what made her a good student and a great doctor later on. But this time it wasn't such a case. She was supposed to meet Emily at the restaurant Emily talked about for ages. She just wouldn't shut up about it and Naomi had to agree to finally go with her. She passed a few more meters and saw the place behind the corner. The neon sign flickered on the dripping rain. She walked inside and was left in a surprise. The place was mint! It was sweet, simple and tasty. Just like Naomi liked things, simple. The simplest wooden tables with simple white tablecloths, dimed lights and beige small lamps but on the tables. The walls were a mixture of brown and olive green which surprisingly turned out great because the greenish colour reminded her on hospital walls. A blues or soul band, she couldn't know, was playing in the corner, a sweet melody that made Naomi's ears tingle. The thing that she liked about this place is that people were coming in casual clothes, jeans shirts but the whole place looked so classy and formal.

Emily was already sitting at the reserved table in the corner. She was nervously looking at her black watch on her wrists but when she saw her friend, a wide smile spread across her lips and excitement that she found the place was visible. Considering that the restaurant was in one of those parts of the city you never go to because you simply don't have a reason. Greenshire wasn't such a small town. Compared to Bristol, where both girls grew up, it was huge. But it also had a charming feeling of a small town. It was hard to explain but the people who lived here just loved it.

Emily was there fifteen minutes before they were supposed to meet, she expected Naomi to be early as usual but this time she was wrong. She ended up waiting almost half an hour for her table because a clumsy Bulgarian hostess couldn't quite understand her accent, her words, she never heard of it before. Greenshire people talked different than people in Bristol. Bristol people talked with a fast pace like they are eating something. While Greenshire people had a slow, more cockney like accent. It made no difference to Emily but the hostess was confused while these two spoke. Finally, their manager came, a short haired and tanned woman with a nose piercing came, straightening out the misunderstanding and giving Emily her table. Emily noticed it, the manager was flirting with her all the time, she couldn't say she minded it but again the wait made her feet tired and she just wanted to sit down. Angela, the manager girl promised her a wine on the house when her company arrives. Then, another fifteen minutes that seemed like eternity to Emily, to wait for Naomi get to the restaurant. But when she did, it didn't matter anymore, both were happy to see each other and fighting was the last thing on their minds.

Emily wore a beige dress that matched the surrounding and a black leather jacket. A cherry on top was her vibrant red hair, falling down her shoulders while she was pressing her palm against her cheek. Naomi, on the other hand didn't even know what formal meant. That word never was a part of her dictionary.

"You look nice." Naomi said as she sat down across the redhead, studying her beautiful face and her chocolate brown eyes.

"And you look… formal." Emily made a joke, chuckling. "Seriously, Naomi, you're beautiful but ever heard of dressing up?"

Naomi blushed and looked down to her black skinny jeans and red leather jacket she wore, the simple grey tank top she had underneath.

"I was running late and grabbed the first thing I saw, sorry doll. I was talking to Cook over the phone and we kind of forgot that clocks exist." Naomi said and Emily's face lost its grin, with a slight disappointment that showed up.

"Oh… Cook…"

"You know we're nothing more than friends, Emily."

"Yeah, I do." She said it but she didn't mean it. She didn't really like Cook. He always seemed like a terrible influence. Him and that girl Effy Naomi always hung around with. If she didn't let them go Emily doubted if Naomi would even become a successful doctor. All they did was drugs and sleeping around. Even though Naomi always had high grades and a good behaviour, she felt overprotective to Naomi, like a mother that banned her to hang out with bad kids.

Emily takes a leather menu in her hands and pretends like she's occupied with reading it. In order to break the stare she had on Emily, Naomi takes the menu too, looking at the girl across her with the corner of her eye. She knew that Emily didn't like Cook and she tried to change the subject. "Um… sorry for waiting for me again. I'm a dumbass."

"Nah, it's alright." Emily says with her husky voice. "I didn't order anything yet, they have a pretty good salmon here."

I pout my mouth, pretending that I'm thinking of what I'll order. "Yeah, salmon sounds great."

The dinner was quick. Those two hours they spent laughing and talking about nonsense. Maybe they were drunk or maybe they were just wanting some laugh but they both felt great. They were one of the last people left in the restaurant. There were few more couples and a group of people, girls assumed, celebrating someone's anniversary. They got free wine and had their stomach's full. Naomi didn't like the manager. That girl, Angela was spending most of the time talking to Emily whenever she passed by their table. Christ, couldn't she just shut up. Naomi wanted to talk to Emily. Something they haven't really done much in a while and now there's a bloody girl standing above their heads and trying to get into Emily's pants. Naomi knew Emily was gay, or whatever, she knew that Emily liked girls, Naomi didn't know her orientation clearly, but they never really talked about it either. They may have kissed in college while they were drunk but it blamed it on the alcohol the next morning. Nothing to be ashamed of. Naomi did that all the time when she got drunk, which happened not so often so no wonder alcohol had such a bad effect on her. But it always was with strangers, people she had never met, neither she intended to.

When Angela finally left after the fifth time she went to them, Naomi finally had a chance to say what she wanted to.

"You know, we're still not old grannies like our patients, the way of having fun like we use to is still an option."

Emily got surprised with Naomi's words. Her face was red but Naomi convinced herself it was the wine, since they both took of their leather jackets long time ago.

The redhead obviously misinterpreted Naomi's words, what she thought when she said 'fun'. She put down her glass of wine and leaned across the table, leaving a sweet mark on Naomi's lips. Her lips were warm and soft. It lasted a few seconds and then Emily sat back in her chair. In those few seconds so eyes stares were laid on them. Some creepy, some judging and some curious. Their hearts skipped a beat.

"I'm dead serious I feel like a granny. I know this pub a few blocks away." Naomi says and Emily nods in confirmation. They pay the bill and run out of the restaurant, ignoring the fact they had just kissed and blaming the alcohol, again.

The bar they went to looked more like a night club, dark, with a DJ in the corner and people too close to each other, dancing in the beats of the music. They both went to these a lot but rarely together. They usually had different shifts so they would even see each other so rare that when they finally meet they would spill their hearts to one another, telling each other about their day. Well, Emily would do that, Naomi never wanted to really pull down her concrete façade and show herself, commit herself to somebody, she did things on her own and that's the way she liked it.

"Do you want to dance?" Emily, asks her, she almost yell because the music was so loud they couldn't hear their thoughts.

"Yeah!" Naomi replies to her and they get to the middle of the dance floor.

Naomi wasn't a great dancer but she was glad Emily turned her back so she could follow her lead. Emily's hair smelt like strawberries. They felt the beat and Naomi could grind on Emily's arse because of how close they were, Naomi's hand wandered down the redheads body that started to cover in sweat.

They lost the track of time. Despite of being an immunologist and an internist and also working at palliative care, they sure knew how to have fun. And this was the time they did. They were friends since college. Most of the time distant because of Naomi's introverted personality. But they knew each other since forever and had a strong bond, still do.

After multiple shots and more than an hour of dancing, they found a free booth and laughed until they realised how tired they are.

Taxi. Emily's place.

A blonde haired girl, with a smudged mascara and a trace of smile on her face woke up slowly, hungover, maybe even still drunk. She tries to remember last night, letting bits of it flow into her mind, visualising the whole picture and then remembering how it felt. Her mind was spinning and she felt pressure in her ears. She quickly lifts the covers of a bed she was laying in. She still had clothes and felt relief. Looking around, the place seems familiar and in her mind it pops that she spent the night at Emily's. The memory of their dancing last night flashes in front of her eyes and she grins.

Naomi stands up, trying to gain her balance. The redhead is not around. Through the window there is sunlight and by the time that was on her wrist clock she knew she was late for work. But with being hungover she doesn't hurry her steps, trying to calm down. She walks around the room and stands still in front of a shelf filled with framed photos. Emily and her are on one of them. They day when they graduated medicine. They were holding their University diplomas with wide grins on their faces, the day of relief after mountains of books and classes. They were looking forward to the future but knew it won't be easy.

Naomi turns around and sees a note on the night stand next to the bed. She takes it in her hands and sees Emily's handwriting on it:

Left you some money on the kitchen counter, get a taxi, gone at work xE :)

The blonde smiles with the corner of her lips and grabs her leather jacket, closing the door behind her.

What do you think about it, huh? I personally just loved it. Two of my favorite shows, my favorite couple and a favorite fictional character.