Dr. Smarty Pants
Chapter One
Please?
"House, do you have to be so annoying?" Cuddy complained. It was a nice Tuesday afternoon, and House was asking Cuddy if she wanted to go on a date after work.
"Cuddy, please. Just give me a chance. I could end up as your soul mate."
"House, what's the real reason?" Cuddy knew House was hiding something.
"Foreman and Chase bet $50 each that I couldn't get you to go out on a date with me. But that's only like, 99.9% of the reason why I'm asking you out right now." House said, grinning.
Cuddy looked into House's crystal blue eyes. They must have been pretty hypnotizing, because next, Cuddy said, "Fine House. After work you can drive me to a fancy restaurant. I'll be in my office."
"Please Cuddy… Wait, did you just say yes? Why? I thought you like, hate me!" House exclaimed suspiciously. "Well, us ladies at the office have our share of bets."
"Oh really. What did you guys bet?" House rolled his eyes.
"Well, Cameron and Thirteen bet me $50 each that you couldn't be a gentleman."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did you bet this? This is the only time I've ever asked you out…" House was genuinely curious now.
"We all knew you were going to ask me out sometime." Cuddy said, grinning.
"Devil woman…" House grumbled as he walked out of Cuddy's office.
The next thing Cuddy knew, House was hobbling down the hallway yelling "Foreman! Chase! You guys owe me $50!"
Cuddy rolled her eyes and shut the door of her office.
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Later in the morning, House walked into Cuddy's office.
"Cuddy! Can I do a brain biopsy on my patient?" Cuddy rolled her eyes. House always wanted a brain biopsy on his patient. House tossed Cuddy the file.
Patient Name: Brian Thompson
Symptoms: Vision problems that have been present at birth, kidney problems, brain abnormalities that are associated with mental retardation, coughing, sneezing, mucus
"Why do you need a brain biopsy? I can tell you right now what that disease is…" Cuddy smirked, knowing House had never thought of the disease she was about to mention. "Well, what is it, Dr. Smarty Pants?" Cuddy grinned. "It's 'Lowe Syndrome' Dr. Smart Ass." House smirked. "At least there's 'smart' in my name. You have 'smarty' which is nothing more than a candy. Anyways, yes, he has 'Lowe Syndrome'. Now that you mention it, all of the symptoms fit. But what about the sneezing, coughing, and mucus?" House wondered aloud.
"Ever think of a cold?"
"That's why they call you Dr. Smarty Pants." House said, hobbling out of Cuddy's office.
"Later Dr. Smart Ass!"
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"Foreman, start the patient on Rhinalar Nasal Mist, Temodar, and Ketorolac Eye Drops." House said, walking into the patient's room.
"Why are you giving him Ketorolac?" Foreman asked, confused.
"Because I want to see if we can get the patient to see better."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I just hear House say to do something nice for someone else?" Thirteen said, walking into the room.
"Listen, don't get smart with me. I just want this kid to experience life. He's only 11, and his parents are freaked out by a cold, so he obviously doesn't get out enough. By the way, start the patient on Rhinalar Nasal Mist, Temodar, and Ketorolac Eye Drops." House said, before walking out of the room. "Call me if anything exciting happens!" He exclaimed.