Disclaimer
I do not own house, or make money from any of this so please be kind. House belongs to david shaw and all.
This is my first fan fic, i have a lot typed up so can update frequently, i would really really appreciate reviews and suggestion.
Sorry about this short chapter, ill post chapter 2 shortly after reviews!
Chapter one
The light of another bleak, miserable and wet, fall day in Princeton cam through the slat in the dark cloth curtains of apartment 221B. Its flew across the bed and landed on a crumpled up heap of a person laid in the warm blankets. The room was at peace with no other noise other than the light snore of the person sleeping and the taping of raindrop's on the window ledge. Until…….
'RING RING RING RING' The harsh tone of the phone echoed through the walls, waking the tall fine body layed in the bed, waking it with an almighty CRASH as it fell off the bed onto the cold hard wood floor.
I quiet wince left his mouth as he hobbled, grabbing his cane and cursing as he went to decapitate the person on the other end of the phone line.
'this better be good' came house's slightly thoughts as he picked up the phone.
"GET IN HERE NOW" Cuddy's harsh administrative tone screamed down the phone.
" But mom its only 10am!, I haven't eaten my sugar coated cereal yet!" But the humming noise from the reciever showed her thoughts on the conversation. There wasn't going to be one that was an order.
House slowly limped around his apartment with a tiny smirk on his face, proud of the fact that not only had he pd off his boss before lunch and without being in the same building as her, he's also got precious extra sleep out of it too.
He slowly grabbed his creased up jacket and put it on top of the rest of the clothes on his body and headed towards the front door, picked up his keys and helmet and gave Steve a pet good bye on his way out of the front door. He would not admit it even to himself, but he had become quite attached to the little rat and was kind of glad he didn't catch the illness which almost killed foreman.
The sun glistened against the wet roads of Princeton as house headed towards PPTH to treat the next case of a runny nose or a cold! In the clinic.
'God dammit' house wheeled the bike around the line of cars and across the busy junction, his black red and orange colours flying past car windows.
From no where a truck flew across the road. House spotted the huge chunk of metal and narrowly avoided more than a scratch on his precious bike.
But without a second to think about the repair work he just saved on, the bike and him were hurled up into the air by a large yellow blur and with a thud hit the sidewalk, no one onboard.