This is my first dabble into the House universe. I'm aware this idea has been done before, but I'm hoping I can think of little things others may have missed, or at least express the same things a bit differently. This will be a hundred stories, of various lengths (all relatively short) about House's thoughts on the events and people in his life. (Waiting for latest episode to be on Hulu, Grr...) I'm actually rather thrilled to be venturing into this fandom.

Warnings:

Suggested Pre-Slash

Suggested Slash

Copious amounts of snark

House's potty mouth

Basically, the same stuff that happens on the show.

Pairings:

Mostly likely all pairings past, present, and possible future

Spoilers:

Pretty much the entire series, to episode "Wilson"

Reviews are kind. Con crit very welcome. More to come soon.


He remembers well the day he met Chase.

He remembers the day clearly. It's raining outside, and he's standing in the lobby waiting for an elevator; soaking wet. Damn faulty umbrella, it's a miracle he made it across the parking lot without falling on his ass. The elevator finally arrives, and he steps in, noticing the Intern who was standing behind him finally decides to wait for another elevator, rather than be left alone with him in one. Wise choice. He is momentarily startled when a lightly tanned hand stops the elevator before it can close, and in steps a man in a yellow stripped tie, and a baby blue plaid shirt. Was Wilson teaching fashion classes, now? Also like Wilson, this man, or maybe boy was a more appropriate word, had adorable hair. Unlike Wilson, House can sense the huge chip on his shoulder. Ah, so this is Dr. Robert Chase, specialty, Intensive Care. The daddy's boy who hates being one; interesting. He smiles that smile that only people who have never met him before believe, and is fascinated when he gets a slight smile with a hint of sneer in return. 'Course, a wet, scraggly cripple isn't really much to look at, he supposes. He muses for a second, here he is with his new employee, who has not recognized him as his boss, looking like a hobo: what is the best way to use this situation?

A nurse with a clipboard and a C cup joins the elevator on the next floor.

The rain soaked middle-aged cripple turns slightly as the elevator doors shut, "You must be Dr. Chase, the new man under Dr. House."

The pretty-haired man barely turns, "Yeah."

Except the "yeah" is drawn out so it sounds like "yeaehh".

A moment passes, then again the hair stirs, and the man-boy condescends, "Got any advice for me? I hear he's a tough boss."

A tough boss. That's the wimp-ass phrase that means, 'I don't know if I can trust that you won't blab, but I've heard he's terrifying, and a total ass and lunatic.' House's mouth twists to hide a smirk, "Really? I think most people just know him as an ass, and oh, if you've heard it, it's probably true." He's vaguely aware of the way the nurse flinches at his enthusiasm.

The man beside him rolls his shoulders in an attempt to relax his overly stiff frame and says, "Yeeaehh." Hair decides at this point he's too good, and too nervous to deal with wet middle-aged cripples, and so falls silent. House frowns, he wasn't quite ready for the conversation to be over. The nurse sends him a wary look, then exits as the elevator comes to her stop.


The first time he saw her in a dress.

Ester, all over again. Only this time, it's a six year old boy. Well, damn. It won't happen again, the same mistake. He can't, he will not missit twice. Maybe this new set of idiots he has working for him will have better ideas than the old set. Now, if only they'd stop arguing with him about accepting the case, and do something productive. He doesn't pay them just so they can walk around in lab coats doing nothing, even if they do look good in them.

"And... this case is Cuddy's." Foreman has a gift for skepticism, and stating the obvious. Was it Cuddy's name on the damn file that gave it away? Dying boy to save, in case anyone cares!

"She assigned it to me." Useful ideas, people!

"And she agrees with you that this is more than Gastroenteritis?" Chase has a gift for it too, on reflection. What diseases affect the elderly and young this way?

"She wouldn't have assigned it to me if she didn't, would she?" Seriously, can't argue with such logic. He turns from the white board and lets out a dignified, "Gooooohhhhh... ."

There she is in red, strapless, and when she catches whatever totally unrehearsed look of awe he's displaying, the tips of her ears turn pink. Damn. Well... damn.

"What were we talking about?"

"Two paitents with two symptoms in common, and five symptoms not in common?" He doesn't miss the scowl on Chase's face. He's either pissy about his acknowledgement of Cameron's non-existent curves, or because he won't be getting laid tonight, hm... maybe both.

But still, damn.


R&R!