A/N: I'm aware of how ridiculous this idea is, but I had to do it. House and martial arts. Just for fun. Maybe House/Thirteen relationship if I choose to continue. Enjoy! And FYI, ki-hap means shout. I'll define commands at the end from now on, if again I decide to continue. And if I do, the chapters will be short.
Ki-Hap!
"This is ridiculous," House grumbled in pure annoyance as he glanced down at his outfit. He found himself adorned in a black kung-fu top that was fastened down the front by white clasps of thin rope and white training pants. He wore a white belt tied tightly about his waist. Beside him, Cuddy stood, clad similarly, as was Wilson on his other side. Across the narrow end of the rectangular room, the floor of which was covered with the sort of mat used by gymnasts to cushion falls, his fellows and former fellows were dressed in white Taekwondo uniforms, also wearing white belts, and stretching before their class.
"It's relaxing and has all kinds of health benefits," Cuddy retorted. Of corse she would defend it. It was her idea to involve the hospital staff in martial arts. The dean had given everyone a choice: Tai Chi or Taekwondo. With his leg, however, House was forced to choose the least interesting of the two evils while his team learned to kick butt and take take names. Even so, he thought both martial arts were wastes of time.
"When has that ever convinced me?"
Wilson sighed. "House, just give it a rest. At least try it."
House was about to reply with a smug and probably offensive comment when he glanced up and saw a man, appearing to be in his thirties, dressed like his team with the exception of a black belt. Next to him stood another, also with a black belt.
"I see you're displeased, Dr. House," the first of the two said, the smile never leaving his face. He was of Asian decent, but spoke without an accent, causing House to believe he took over teaching from his father or grandfather.
"You bet," the man in question replied.
"Well, we'll just have to change that, now won't we? I'm Master Kent, by the way. I sincerely hope that the three of you begin to enjoy Tai Chi." Despite his kind demeanor, Master Kent held an air of intimidation, and without understanding why, House backed off. "This," the Master Instructor continued, gesturing to the other man, "is Mr. Carson, our senior instructor. He will be teaching you as I teach your colleagues."
"I'm sure I'll enjoy working with all of you," Mr. Carson grinned, obviously passionate about martial arts.
"I'm not," House scoffed.
"Discipline, Gregory, discipline," Master Kent chided. "You may be head of diagnostics at one of the nation's leading hospitals, but here, the only rank that matters is the one around your waist, and even that can be invalidated, seeing as it is the person who makes the belt." With that, he crossed the room to the fellows, leaving house, Cuddy, and Wilson with Mr. Carson. House sighed in frustration, realizing that he been subdued by a man in pajamas. As he did so, he glanced over at the other doctors as they began their training, watching as Thirteen launched a turing kick to a target pad held by Master Kent, kihaping loudly. The kick was fast, powerful, and accurate, and when she pulled back House couldn't help but think tough girls are incredibly sexy.