Observations and Musings
A House M.D. fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. It belongs to David Shore and Fox. I regrettably do not own Hugh Laurie either.
A/N: This is an ooold work I dug up that was incomplete. I decided to resurrect it, blow the dust off, finish, and post it. Not my best, but I thought I'd share it. Reviews are nice but far from necessary.
When Gregory House had become a doctor, it certainly hadn't been out of any sense of compassion, altruism, nor the desire to make the world a better place, nor a desire to cure cancer or alleviate human suffering. He really didn't give a damn about all of that rot how being a doctor was one of the most noble and sacred professions one could go into.
No, House had become a doctor because people were puzzles. Puzzles that needed to be figured out. If they had a disease, it was a challenge to him and his abilities to cure that person, or at least figure out what made had made them sick in the first place. Cures weren't always a guarantee.
Even as a young doctor just starting out, Greg had sneered at disgust at his bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, optimistic young peers who thought that they'd answered some high and mighty calling.
Oh sure, House was an arrogant bastard and a completely unapologetic misanthrope, but at least he was upfront about it, rather than the smug hypocrites who pretended to care, pretended like they gave a damn.
At least he was upfront about his disdain for people and their stupidity, and he didn't feel the need to coddle nor patronize his patients. He would insult them, bully them, lie to them, manipulate to them, or tell them ugly truths about themselves that they would never have faced otherwise if he wasn't the one to call them out.
He was pretty sure he'd destroyed people's lives by shattering their pleasant illusions, but that didn't matter. All that mattered to him was that he got his answers and his diagnosis.
Of course, being a man not confined by the trappings of courtesy or social graces, House did not have many friends, barring the long-suffering oncologist Wilson who was codependent and compulsively nice to boot. He amused the brilliant physician enough to keep him around. He viewed his relationship with Wilson as something of a social experiment. Well, several, actually.
Speaking of which, he had to set up that prank on Wilson and the rest of his minions, soon. House was a grand master at trolling, and that was something he prided himself on.
As he finished reading over the case files that Cuddy had dumped on his desk, he picked up the one most likely to hold his interest, stood up, and began to limp down the hall to his staff room to begin solving his next mystery.