Title: Slow Day
Summary: Drabble. A typical Wednesday at the clinic, in which Foreman loses his temper…
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of its characters…
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All Drs. Greg House, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase and Eric Foreman had been doing that Wednesday was giving some patient antihistamine for his allergies. You might say it was boring, but in fact it was extremely Boring with a capitol B. Especially for House; no one had said anything he could make a good joke out of, and every comment he made based their choice of clothing weren't particularly good. At all.
Sure, torturing Foreman by throwing his over-sized tennis ball at his head, making out a score system (ten points for head, five points for shoulder, zero for miss and twenty for a combined Cameron-and-Foreman hit) was good fun, especially when Foreman yelled back with Cameron as back-up, but only for the ten minutes it lasted; Cuddy came in and said that if he was bored, he could catch up on his clinic duty instead of causing Foreman severe head injuries. House had replied with nothing but a smug grin, and started to throw other things at Foreman, like light bulbs and his pencil sharpener, plus Wilson's stapler, while Cuddy watched. She rolled her eyes and went back to her office.
"Why are you sitting there reading porn?" House suddenly said, flinging staples at Foreman, Cameron and Chase in turn. He got annoyed stares form the last two, but Foreman just inhaled deeply.
"It's not porn, House, in case you didn't notice, it's a newspaper, and quit bothering me; I've read the same sentence twenty five times now because of you. " He turned a page and carefully watched House over it, before starting to read again.
"Same thing. Would you like to share with the rest of the class? Read some out loud, I'm in the mood for it right now." House balanced his big tennis ball on his cane, flicking it upwards and smashing it into Chase's head.
"Hey! Stop it, will you? I'm trying to do some work here…"
House stuck out his tongue at Chase, and when Cameron raised her eyebrows at him, he pointed resolute at him. "He started it, mom." The 'mom' sighed and went back to taking notes of off a medical magazine.
Foreman gazed at House over his paper. "Haven't you got something else to do? Besides bothering us, I mean?"
"Nope… Ooh, watch this," he said, nudging Chase with his cane, "we are now able to observe a duckling in its natural habitat! Will he attack? They're awful aggressive if they're provoked, you see."
That did it for Foreman. Normally he would've put up with House's creepy mocking of him and his co-workers, but it was right before lunch, and it didn't take much of House's insults before he snapped.
He ruffled the newspaper into a large ball of gray and white paper, before throwing it fiercely at his grinning boss, missing by an inch. This made him even angrier, so he picked up the last three hundred staples that House had thrown at him from the table and showered the still grinning man with them, and then he left the room, slamming the door as he did.
"Hah!" House said triumphantly, "I knew it! I knew his wits would go bye-bye sooner or later."
"Shouldn't we go after him?" Cameron said, tapping her pen against her head.
"And lose the chance of bitching him while he's away? Forget it!" House leaned back in his chair. "You go first, Brit. I know you have something against your older duckling brother."
Chase continued chewing on his pen, pretending to not to listen.
House then began bitching Foreman on his own, only stopping to see if Cameron was looking at him.
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Phew, this one took some time even though it's just a drabble, and not a particular good one at that(haven't been feeling well lately)... R&R please!