This is my first ever time writing a fanfic for House MD, I hope I got the characters right...
Dr Faith Reselda stood before the cabinet which held the medical supplies. She tapped her pen on the counter, fighting to keeping her foot from tapping the floor as well. Her eyes scanned over the papers and as she bit the corner of her lip, she began to fill in the paperwork. This was one of her least favourite parts of the job, doing the paperwork. She understood what she needed to do, that wasn't the problem, she just didn't like writing it all down. She had to write all the steps she took to diagnose her patient and treat them, something which wasn't Faith's strongest point.
"Well, Doc, is it serious?" Her patient asked, leaning forward in his seat on the examination bed. He sat at an awkward angle, trying to look around her and catch a glimpse of the paperwork in front of her.
"Mr Ku-" Faith began, shaking her head and pausing when the examination room door was opened. She huffed as Dr House walking into the room, limping to the little stool and taking a seat. "Mr Kumanda," she continued, focusing back on her patient. "It's just a cold, nothing to worry about. Just rest, keep hydrated and perhaps have some warm soup. You'll be fine."
"Unless it's not a cold" Dr House said, inserting himself into the consultation. His nose was slightly scrunched as he leaned forward, his chin resting atop his hands which were holding the cane. "Then you'll be dead in a week."
"A week?!" Mr Kumanda gasped, looking between the two doctors.
"Mr Kumanda, it's just a cold. I'm positive of that, trust me" Faith tried to reassure him, giving House a glare. "Now, go home, rest and have some soup with a glass of water. You'll only be unwell for a few more days."
Mr Kumanda looked between the doctors uneasily. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded, picked up his jacket and left. Faith turned back to her papers, scribbling down everything that she had told the patient about his illness. Just as her pen was about to settle in the section where she had to sign, House coughed to get her attention.
House was a somewhat challenging man. He was tall but stood slightly hunched, given the fact that he had a rather prominent limp. His hair was dark, a few slight grey hairs but that didn't really matter much, didn't really influence his whole look. And though his eyes were blue, Faith saw them as more of a grey-ish colour too. And as much as she refused to admit it, he was rather attractive for an older gentleman, especially with the facial hair from not shaving for a few days.
"Aren't you gonna ask me why I'm here?" House asked.
"There are three options. One, Cuddy has said something and you can't find Wilson to moan at. Two, Cuddy has said something and Wilson didn't give you the answer you want. Or three, Wilson is the problem" Faith replied and finished signing her name. "Also, I don't have any food for you to steal."
House ignored Faith's little guesses, narrowing his eyes at the woman. "Wilson's cousin," House began, following Faith as she left the room. "What do you know about her?"
"I didn't even know he had a cousin" Faith said, dropping the file off and beginning to leave the clinic. She waved at a passing nurse, "Bye Joan!". She held the door for House before carrying on towards the elevator. "We don't tend to talk about that kind of stuff."
"Yes, of course, why would you talk about family matter during meaningless sex?" Faith rolled her eyes at his rhetorical question.
"I haven't slept with Wilson" she insisted, pressing the elevator button and tapping her foot. "You would know if I had."
"Well, judging by the state of your knees, I'd say-" he began, leaning to the side as if to get a better view of her legs.
"House, there is nothing on my knees!" Faith interrupted. "Plus, I'm wearing trousers, you can't even see my knees."
"Sadly" he commented with a dramatic sigh.
Faith replied with only a roll of her eyes as she entered the elevator. She was tempted to press the 'close' button before House could get in but she fought the urge, he'd only find her later and annoy her even more. Better to put up with his ten minutes of torment now rather than an hours' worth later.
Of course, Faith was used to the torment from House. Though she was a good few years younger, they got on rather well. Well, as good as anyone could manage to get on with a man like Gregory House. And he seemed to enjoy her company at times, even though he constantly denied it. The child prodigy that was Faith Reselda was considered incredibly interesting to him, different from others.
Faith remembered the first time she met House, when he had told her to 'run along back to kiddie-care'. Think of it now, her cheeks flamed but back then, she was more annoyed than embarrassed. Just because she was young, he automatically assumed her place was among the little kids.
"So, you don't know her?" House asked, leaning heavily on his cane.
"No" she responded, sparing him a single glance.
"Hmm" is all he had to say to that, no little comment to add on. "Well, you've got better boobs."
And there it is, Faith thought with a huff. "You're an idiot, you know that right?"
"Only for you" House smirked, leaving the elevator when it stopped at his floor.
Faith shook her head, watching House limp away as the door began to shut. There were times when she worried about House, simply because of his constant sarcastic tendencies. He always found some way to pick at her nerves. It may be by making jokes about her intelligence, making suggestive comments about her and Wilson (One of her best friends) or making a little flirty comment which he knew annoyed her to no end.
The elevator doors opened on her floor. Across from the doors, a cream sofa sat with a doctor leaning back, waiting for her. Faith didn't bother to stop before him, knowing that he would get up and follow her. Her white lab coat billowed behind her as she strode towards her office, stopping once to sign a form for a rushing nurse.
Faith sighed in relief as she entered her most favourite place in the hospital. As soon as she opened the door, she could see the beautiful view of Princeton. The glass wall provided not only a breath-taking view, but also natural light which was something Faith greatly enjoyed. To her right was a large desk which took up most of that side of the room. The wrap around desk held her computer on top with a few picture frames and books. It wasn't just a desk, the underside held draws while the end of the desk turned into a cupboard which reminded Faith of a wardrobe. The client chairs faced the desk, backs to the large window. Immediately to left of the door was a wall with shelves holding small statues and books. The room was made up of dark, rich brown of stained wood while the wall holding the desk was of a more natural wood style.
It had taken her forever to get her dream office. Cuddy had given her the office with the beautiful windows with a small desk, two chairs and a book shelf. It had taken five solid month of begging to make Cuddy agree to allow Faith to fully renovate the room. And that's what she did. The hospital paid for twenty percent of the total cost (the same amount of money which they would have paid if they were refurbishing it themselves) and Faith happily paid the rest. It was defiantly worth it.
She rounded the desk, dropping into her chair. This was her safety zone. While the wards changed, new patients and different staff members each day, her office always stayed the same. It's not that she disliked change, she just wanted something constant in her life. That was probably why her office was her favourite place, because of her confidence in it always being there, always being the same. Just how she left it.
Wilson shut the door behind him, moving to sit down in one of the chairs opposite her desk. Dr James Wilson, one of the most respected doctors in the hospital, looked rather worried. His blond hair was slightly messy, as if he had run his hand through it one too many times. His dark eyes were hard, eyebrows drawn down as he looked at Faith.
"Well?" Wilson asked.
"He asked" Faith confirmed, giving him a nod.
"And?" he continued, leaning forward slightly. "What did you say?"
"That I didn't know you even had a cousin, that we don't talk about those things" she replied. "Which is true, we don't. Of course, I got the whole sex comments after that. Thanks, by the way."
"It was a moment of sarcasm, how was I supposed to know that he would carry it on?" Wilson hissed, holding his hands up in surrender.
"You're his best friend" is all Faith said.
Wilson's eyebrow lifted slightly, head giving a little side nod. "Mmm." He stood up with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head. "Make sure..."
"Yes, I know" Faith interrupted. "Now go away, I've got a ton of paperwork to do before my rounds."
Her eyes followed him as he quietly left, closing the door softly behind himself. Faith groaned, letting her head fall onto the desk for just a moment before she gritted her teeth and sat back up. She glared at the pile of folders as she pulled the first one towards herself.
This little bit of paperwork shouldn't be too bad. She opened the file, rubbing at her temples as she allowed her eyes to focus on the writing. Luckily, there wasn't much she did during this time. She read over the files, the patient note and the treatments the doctors were giving them. She'd have to check on the patient and, all being well, she'd sign off on their forms – saying she agreed with the treatment being given. There were only five patients she had to do this for, the other two were her personal patients.
It took Faith twenty minutes to go through all five folders, a personal record. She put the folders back into a pile, smiling as her desk started to become clearer. There, much better. Twirling her chair around, she dragged herself to the furthest draw using her feet. She pulled out her little notepad, a black biro and grabbed a hair bundle.
After tucking her chair in and pulling her dark hair into a ponytail, Faith made her away into the small corridor outside her office. Dr Faith Reselda, Head of Critical Care was written on the little plaque which was on her office door. She took a moment to look at it, a ritual she did before the first round of every day, before turning and making her way to her first patient.
And the first chapter is done!
Question: Who do you picture as portraying Faith?
Also, this story is on Wattpad under the same title, writers name is Mollyt1996