Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I don't own House either. drat.
A/N: This is taken from my series Clinic Cases (shameless promotion right there),just a shortone shot of what would happen if the Doctor showed up as a clinic patient. Anyway enjoy!
Doctor, Doctor
House walked into clinic room number one dreading the next case. Really he could be saving lives at this point, but no. Cuddy thinks they can wait. He looked up to see a rather tall, lanky man swinging his feet back and forth. The man looked up and greeted House with a manic grin.
"Hello! Are you Doctor House?" the man asked with an English accent.
"No I'm Doctor Cuddy. If you have any complaints with my methods sue me. It's C-U-D-D-Y." House remarked.
"Nice try. Just met her not too long ago. Lovely woman really. Warned me about you though. Told me not to believe a word you say about anything." The man rambled
House slapped his hand to his cheek, "She did not!"
"Oh yeah. Can't imagine why though. I'm the Doctor by the way."
"I think you've got it backwards, I'm the Doctor, you're the patient. Now should I prescribe you placebos or the real stuff? I heard it doesn't matter, it's all in your mind anyway."
"No, no, no, I'm the Doctor. That's what I go by." The Doctor explained.
"Right. What seems to be the trouble Doctor?" House asked putting emphasis on the word, doctor.
"Oh, no. No trouble here."
"What?"
"You see my friend, Martha, wants to be a doctor. Says you're brilliant, best of the best. She wanted to meet you, so we just moseyed on over looking for you. And now I've found you and she'll be thrilled I'm sure."
"So, nothing is wrong." House confirmed slightly annoyed.
The Doctor stuck out his little finger, "Well actually I have a hangnail, would you mind?"