House à la Integra
Here we go, just a fic about my favorite TV show House. Hop you enjoy, and yes there will be more.
--------------------
The Lunch Bet
One day, Dr. House limped into his office as usual around 9:30 to find all three of his underlings sitting around a table discussing a case. A man had fallen from a ladder only 4 feet off the ground, but there was something else wrong with him, and they had to figure out what.
"So," said House, "we've got a guy who's complaining after falling off a ladder. I don't know about you, but it sounds to me like falling off ladders hurts."
"He's got a headache and some bruises on his hip," said Chase in that oh so amazing and sexy accent. "But other than that, it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with the guy."
"If there was nothing wrong with him," House began, "he wouldn't have been sent here." He started writing on the infamous white board that only he was allowed to write on. "He said he felt dizzy before he fell. Which side does it go on, cause or symptom?"
"Cause," said Foreman as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's what made him fall."
"Yes it is what made him fall," Cameron piped up. "But there had to be something that caused him to fall."
"Right you are," House said, writing dizziness under symptoms. "The report said he was hanging up shelves, right? So, what are possible causes of dizziness that would make you fall off a ladder, and not allowing you to grab anything to stop yourself from falling?"
Everyone looked at each other, clueless.
"Come on," said House, "whoever gets this gets lunch from me."
A week later, House was sitting in a café eating a sandwich with Chase.
--------------------
Moral of the story: Never underestimate a smart sexy Australian doctor like Chase.
--------------------