A/N: This is a look at the 3 fellows' starts under Greg House - Lawrence Kutner, Remy Hadley, and Chris Taub. I might include some romance if I feel inspired ;)

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Disclaimer: I don't own House or anything at all House-related. But I wish he was mine 

6:00 AM. Remy Hadley's alarm clock interrupted her slumber. She rolled over, effectively shutting it off, and glanced out the window. A glimmer of rosy sunshine was beginning to appear above the horizon. Remy, commonly known as "Thirteen", was slightly reluctant to start off her Monday- She had never liked the first of work. It always involved the monotonous explaining, tours, and corrections. People would always stare at her longer than necessary, as if to inquire, "Do you belong here?"

Frankly, she never felt like she belonged herself.

Thirteen stepped in the shower. Shower in the morning- especially during winter- was also particularly irritating. The water would be warm and comforting, but you would just as soon have to get out and confront the cold.

Remy wondered what to wear on her first official day. She considered a dozen or so potential outfits, but chickened out and ended up choosing her staple black slacks and a white shirt. Frustrated that she couldn't muster up the courage to show some skin for the first day, she unbuttoned an extra button of her white blouse. She didn't have the time or motivation to do anything with her hair, so she flipped and tousled it a few times before letting it hang in waves at her shoulders.

Remy sighed at her reflection one final time. Everyone thought she was so damn boring: with her conservative outfits, her lack of surface emotion, and the air of mystery around her.

It felt like an effort. Ever since Remy realized that she could have Huntington's disease, she detached herself from everyone she had ever gotten close to. She did this because she didn't want to form relationships when all it would lead to was her eventual demise. She didn't want to leave behind the people she loved when, or if, she died. At least, that's what she told herself.

Sometimes Remy decided that she was just terrified, and she didn't want to affect those around her either. So now she simply blended in. Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was subconscious. But now Remy tried everything in her power to remain enclosed within herself. That way, when she died, it would be as if nobody had ever been there.

That's how she wanted to leave the world.

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6:15 AM. Chris Taub hit his alarm clock repeatedly until it ceased its beeping. His eyes remained closed.

"Get up, Chris," His wife muttered beside him.

Taub grunted in response and reluctantly got up.

He stepped into the shower, annoyed and half-asleep. He hated waking up so early…He never had to wake up this early when he was in plastic surgery.

Taub still had reservations about this new job- after all; he was making far less money than he ever had at his previous job.

He knew that House had gone to his old workplace and found that Taub had quit for "personal" reasons. How much had House managed to discover?

The truth was that Taub had an affair with someone at his old job. That was reasonable, though. What was unacceptable to him was that his feelings for the woman, Sheryl, had grown- they were in love. Unfortunately, Taub could not find another choice. He decided that their love was only temporary (being the cynical masochist that he was) and that nothing good would come out of changing his life for a woman.

So Chris Taub quit his job and cut off all contact with Sheryl.

His wife was never oblivious to her husband's suspicious behavior, but she chose to ignore it. After all, she had a large house, an ample amount of money, and all the prestige she needed. If her husband fooled around with someone else occasionally, she was shallow enough to overlook it. His wife was not aware of how deeply involved Taub had been with Sheryl; but nevertheless, he was starting over with House.

"I'm leaving honey," Taub called.

"Ok. See you later." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Taub smiled for her benefit as he left. The smile never entirely reached his eyes.

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6:35 AM. Lawrence Kutner took a double take. Crap, why hadn't his alarm gone off? He raced out of bed, threw off his clothes while advancing down the hall, and scorched himself hurriedly in the shower.

He couldn't believe it: his first official day of work and he was already in a rush.

Kutner threw on a pair of khakis that he had salvaged from the floor and a collared shirt. Only as he ran out the door did he notice the stain on the front of it. Aw well. The lab coat would cover it.

As the young doctor began his drive to work, (slightly above the speed limit) his energy took a hold of his racing mind.

You're going to get fired…and you haven't even gotten started. He admonished himself.

And you won't blow up anything today…or set anything on fire. You're not going to screw up Lawrence.

Kutner ruffled his textured hair into submission with the rear-view mirror at a red light.

A mixture of nerves and electricity shot through him as he drove up to PPTH. He was ten minutes late, but that hardly mattered. Kutner knew House would not be making his first appearance for at least another hour- no matter the occasion.