The Perfect Fit
A/N: I definately don't own any of the House episodes or charecters...
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Dr. Gregory House was alone. From his anger, from desertion, and from what looked suspiciously like love, Dr. House had been left alone, utterly and completely. His office and the adjoining diagnostic room were desolate and boring looking, with no one in them to make fun of, insult or even tease.
House was not usually the type of person to get upset over the lack of people around; it was usually the opposite. Stupid interns. Just when they seemed to work halfway decently together, they turned around and got all disgustingly self-righteous.
"I don't want to turn into you! I'm not interested in being like you!"
Well that was just ridiculous. Foreman would never be anything like him; he was way too...what? Nastily caring and empathic? This gave House something to mull over for a couple of minutes before he went back to his self-pitying pouting.
He bounced his ball, took some Vicadin, went through his boring mail, but finally decided that he coudln't avoid his own nagging feelings. House was actually...lonely? Well, he would have to deal with that annoying fact later. He had to go do some infernal clinic duty, but at least that would take his mind off of things for a while.
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House walked into the first clinic room and looked down at the patient file. Sore throat? Jeez how pathetic. People would come into the ER for anything these days...
House opened the door and saw a late teen kid that had Goth written all over him. This was going to be an easy one.
"What seems to be the problem? Other than your clothing style of course..." The boy glared back at him with what looked like practiced hate.
"Throat hurts. Can't hear too good." The kid went back to glaring at House.
"Care to expound on that a bit?" The teen just looked back at House blankly and didn't respond. "Expound means to give me some more detail so that I can pop some pills into you and kick you out."
"I know what it means alright! What else do you want from me you retard?"
"Well 'jerkface', maybe..when it started, how bad it is, essential facts like that. Now essential means.."
" I know what it means alright! I dunno like a week ago maybe? Hurts like hell..."
"Hmm.. listen to any music lately? Like Greenday-type music?"
"What?? Well...yea, I mean I usually do... and I went to a concert last week..."
"Hmm...and you probably screamed yourself hoarse like an idiot right? Right. The music made you deaf and you made your throat sore. Now try to stay away from the clinic and its free meds next time you screw yourself over."
House stalked out of the room. Stupid people would never cease to piss him off.
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Cuddy was walking towards him with the look of having important news she was dying to get out. House was slowly sorting out the patient files to try and drag out the time with small jobs when Cuddy met him in the hall.
"I think I may have found someone to help you out."
" Help me! I don't need help. The only thing another person in my office would do is get in my way."
"It doesn't matter what you think on this. You've been moping around the hospital, and the board has already decided it for you. She'll be here in three hours, so you can meet her after your clinic duty is done."
"She? Great, just what I need; another sentimental girl."
"You just might like her House. Don't judge her yet."
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Three hours and ten more cases of stupid syndrome later, House had let all his thoughts and worries about the new intern go into the full part of his brain that held useless or annoying information. So when he gragged into his office and found a twenty something woman twirling around in HIS chair and tossing around HIS ball, he was not altogether happy.
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