Hello,
I apologies for my disappearance for such a long time – I swear year twelve can go crawl in a hole and…well you get the point.
Well I deleted all my fanfics after randomly deciding I no longer liked them, I might go back and re write them I might not…
Also, Brenda's in here – I know not in the show anymore, but she's awesome : )
I do not own House and I am making no profit, so on and so forth… - i may also need a beta so if anyones interested, drop me a line.
Anyway, fic and review:
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'Thwack' the plain brown folder joined the marginally small pile, in comparison to the larger ominous one dominating the majority of Lisa Cuddy's desk. The next file was yanked in front of her, flung open and assaulted by fast scribbling. Mr. Branigan, the latest donor had of course wanted a tour of the hospital, that was fine, that was reasonable. House was not.
One day out of three hundred and sixty five days in a year she asks him to wear his lab coat just one day, not even a whole day, two hours; maximum. Her full stop some how pierced the page and she glared at it – great now the paper was against her. Her pen hit her desk with a thump and she lent back in her chair, fingers reaching up to rub her temple as her eyes slid shut.
--flashback--(that morning)--
"I must say Dr. Cuddy, the cancer ward was very impressive" John Branigan smiled up at her crookedly, his short stature, balding head and soft eyes making it hard not to like the man. He pulled at his tie again, loosening it around the collar and Cuddy was momentarily reminded of a doctor who often made the same gesture when forced into a tie. Speaking of which, where had that diagnostician been – he usually made it a habit of parading something insane in the vicinity of new donors. The elevator chimed softy and the doors opened smoothly, they both stepped out to the foyer; House being dismissed from her thoughts.
"Dr. Cuddy"!
Cuddy turned and looked questioningly at Nurse Brenda; she wouldn't interrupt a donor's tour of the hospital unless it was absolutely vital.
"It's House" Brenda looked slightly flushed in the cheeks and the words bubbled out quickly unlike the stern calm tone she usually spoke in.
Of course it is "what did he do this time"? The frustration was barely kept out of her voice.
"Um…"
Cuddy frowned, Brenda could hold her own on anything House had done before, her eyes widened in panic as her brain assaulted her with various scenarios each worse then the last. Seeming to give up on speech, Brenda just pointed towards the clinic.
Spinning around, her eyes zeroed in on House quickly narrowing in attempt to see what House had done, was about to do or was in the process of doing. No wailing child was present as House waved a stolen lolly-pop above her head, no large fire waging through the clinic whilst House cackled evilly. "He's wearing his lab coat" and he looked good in it to, she bated that thought away quickly.
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House threw his last patients file onto the clinic desk, the first five patients files had had the minimal requirements of information filled in. That was his eleventh and was blank besides the name he'd made up for his patient. Almost half an hour he'd been in this ridiculous clinic, wearing this stupid lab coat – all buttons buttoned and still no Cuddy. Absently he though about giving up and simply returning to his office to throw his tennis ball at the wall when he felt eyes on him.
Looking up, meeting the suspicious deep blue eyes of none other then Lisa Cuddy, staring intently at him. He smirked as he noticed Brenda fidgeting beside her – so she had run to tattle tale as soon as the master made her presence clear. The lack of yelling in his direction however suggested exactly what he had done was yet to be explained. Smirk turning to full out grin, making sure he had Cuddy's full attention, he limping around the nurses station and used his cane to part his buttoned up lab coat to the knee.
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Oh he wouldn't! The colour drained from Cuddy's face and she had to double check just to make sure she hadn't started hallucinating, but no of course not her head of diagnostics was simply insane! John Branigan shifted beside her attempting to see what they were looking at and also reminding Cuddy of his presence. "It was a pleasure meeting you" she said, hastily grasping his hand and shaking it "I hope to hear from you soon, Brenda will see you out. I have…some business to attend to". Turning briskly, she left a confused John Branigan in her wake as Brenda quickly ushered him to the exit.
"What are you doing wearing that"! Her voice came out in a hiss as she stalked up to him, heels clicking angry.
"You told me to" The utter innocence of his face complete with extra wine in his tone made her want to take his cane and hit him with it, repeatedly!
"Not.Like.That" Grounding the words out, she realized her raised voice was attracting attention of most of the clinic patients. Seizing his arm in a vice like grip she literally dragged him into the closest empty room.
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"Ooh exam room three! Know what this rooms infamous for" his voice, suggestive as always as he slid his eyes none too subtly up her body just in-case she'd missed his intentions.
She shoved the door closed in response and counted to ten – then twenty.
"Please tell me you're wearing something under that" She almost didn't want to know, he couldn't possibly be parading around her hospital, treating patients with nothing but a lab coat on.
His response was to undo the buttons of his coat and swing it open, that infuriating grin of his on full display.
She was met with the sight of Gregory House practically naked, save for fire engine red boxers cutting off just above his knee. He bobbled his eyebrows at her "like what you see"?
Oh my G.. "Why"? She flung her hands up in disbelief and turned away from him "how could you think…of course that's it, you don't think…" Turing back to him she was met with his broad chest. Two quick steps back and she hit the wall, her glare fierce enough to make any fully grown man quiver – apparently he missed the memo.
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"House there's a…" Deer in headlights would be an underestimate at how wide Taub's eyes had suddenly become. "Uh – I see you're busy, I'll just…" he shut the door swiftly behind him.
"Can I fire him"?
She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes momentarily, great Lisa Cuddy in an exam room with Greg House in just his boxers – "do you have an idea how that must have looked"!
"Have you heard the rumor mill lately? It needed something to spice it up a bit" He grinned at her and twirled his cane absently, watching her intently.
Barely suppressing a smile, she crossed her arms over her chest and lent back against the wall and shook her head "your incorrigible"
"Well just think how boring this place would be if I wasn't here to brighten your day"!
"You mean peaceful"?
"No I mean dull" he took a few steps forward without the aid of his cane to stand in front of her "lunch"?
She rolled her eyes in response "no you are not going to lunch at ten in the morning"
"Not now! At lunchtime if you would – want to you know. Occupy the same table and eat or you could watch me eat or…" he trailed off as her face fell.
"I'm going to lunch - with Lucas" His face hardened immediately and he nodded once "another time"? she asked softly.
"Nope" he stepped away from her and refastened the lab coat "you only get one chance with the Greg House" he was out the door with a raise of his eyebrows and saunter in his step.
--end flashback--(present - afternoon)--
Tightening her closed eyes she let out a frustrated sigh. She was confused, he asked her to lunch – after parading around the clinic practically naked! And being an ass as always and to make matters worse there conversation kept circling her mind. It's not like she could ring Lucas and cancel there lunch just because House pouted a bit and spent the rest of the day hiding in his office. He probably knew she was going to lunch was Lucas and didn't want to share, like every other time someone showed an interest in her – limping twerp. The peace and quiet of her office was abruptly interrupted by her doors being thrown open. She didn't need to open her eyes to know who would enter in such a dramatic and rude way. "Go away"
"Is that any way to treat your boy toy"? hobbling in, he flung himself into the chair opposite her desk and took the opportunity to stare without her knowing.
"You're older and stop staring at my chest "she forced her protesting eyes open" you're wearing clothes".
"Disappointed"?
"Glad" she fixed him with a stare as he tapped his cane on the floor "I know you don't precisely follow the dress code, but you are required to wear clothes".
"Bummer, I was hoping to start up butt – naked Tuesdays" he looked hopeful.
Letting out a long sigh she lent her elbow on her desk and rested her cheek on her hand.
"Show what your mama gave you Friday"?
He received a delicate snort in response. "That's enough"
"There's still five other days in the week" he mock pouted.
"House you will not be coming to work naked or semi naked or in any way naked"
He lent forward in his chair and studied her "you just want to keep my bod all to yourself"!
"Yes that's the reason I don't let you walk around with nothing but a lab coat on" she muttered rolling her eyes as she glanced at the clock.
"Aren't you supposed to be going to lunch or something, it's almost two in the afternoon" he said glancing at his watch.
Pausing, she focused all her attention on the man sitting innocently in front of her, her gaze narrowing dangerously "what did you do"?
"Me"? He lifted a hand to point at himself in mock surprise.
Before she could reply, the doors to her office swung open and Lucas strode in, an apologetic look on his face "Sorry, I seem to have accidentally been locked in the janitors closet" he threw a bemused smile towards House who scowled in response.
"I'll just get my purse" she said, throwing House a look as she walked past.
"She puts out on the first date"! House yelled over his shoulder. Cuddy kept walking out of her office, but Lucas stopped and turned back to him "you're not gonna win this one House, it would require you to actually express emotion". The door closed behind him softly.
House didn't move from his seat, just looked straight ahead, blue eyes narrowing and a smirk forming across his face – game on.
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tbc?