An: I know I shouldn't be starting another story, shut up! I was talking to newdayz, and this came up, apparently when somebody says "You should so do this," I can't help it. Doesn't require much setting up, besides me not owning [H]ouse, but I'm fairly certain you guys knew that.
House came out of the elevator to go to his office, when Park and Adams came up to him, Park filling him in on the status of their patient. Chase and Taub were monitoring the patient. Park and Adams discussed what it could be, and House told them what to test for, moving between them to get to his office. "Oh," Park started, "some woman was here earlier. She was looking for you." House turned around.
"What'd she look like?"
"She was older, short brown hair."
"She give you her name?"
"No. She just said she'd be waiting outside with a Ruben and a surprise." His eyebrows drew together.
He limped to his office, and tossed his backpack across the room before making his way back to the elevator. "How long ago was this?"
"Um, five minutes," Adams estimated. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. "Who is she?"
He shrugged, "No clue. Let's hope she didn't poison the Ruben, I'm starving." The elevator door slid close. The doors opened at ground floor and he walked out to the tables outside of the hospital. He looked around, searching for someone he knew. His eyes stopped on one table, Shit.
"Hi Greg," his mom smiled.
"Hey Mom." He said, not moving from his spot.
"Well, are you going to come hug me or not?" She stood up.
He took a deep breath and gripped his cane and walked towards her. He bent down to hug her. "What are you doing here Mom?" He asked.
"I can't come see how my son is doing?"
"Well, you always call first."
"I was taking a friend somewhere, I wanted to come say hi." She laughed, "Why do you look so nervous? Sit down." She pulled her seat closer to the table as she sat. "I got you a Reuben. It's from the cafeteria," she shrugged, "but I know you still like them." He sat down across from her and pulled the sandwich closer. "I was expecting a much longer wait than this, you're here early."
"Yeah, just started coming in on time."
"How have you been Greg?"
"Fine," he answered quietly. She gave him a look that told him she knew he was complettly full of crap.
"When I called you at Christmas, your phone was disconnected, so I called James." He looked down at his food. "'Fine' doesn't usually include prison, Greg." He continued to find the table increasingly interesting. Blythe looked over her son's head, "Looks like our lunch companion is here." House looked up and around. His heart nearly stopped.
Lisa Cuddy was walking toward their table with her usual confident stride, and a smile. She looked at House, and stopped abruptly, smile faltering, when she saw him. He was not the person she expected to see. She stared for a couple more seconds, then shook herself, and kept walking towards them. "Hi," she smiled to Blythe and sat down next to her. Which, unfortunately for her, was right next to House.