Disclaimer; I don't own House.
An; this is my first ever fanfiction…enjoy! (I hope!)
"You need to get a team together!' Cuddy announced irritably, following House to…wherever he was going.
"Yeah, yeah.' Said House, only pretending to have been listening and limping away as fast as he could. He did not need a team, especially considering that probably meant she would start expecting him to take cases, and why on Earth would he want to do that?
"You're also way behind on clinic hours –"
"Boring." House sighed, jabbing the button on the elevator and waiting impatiently for it arrive.
"Go to the clinic." Said Cuddy exasperatedly,
"Do I have to?" House asked childishly, half turning to face her and pouting.
"Just go. Exam room one, Anthony Williams."
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House stared, not at the patient, but at his cane as he twirled it between his fingers, and increasingly bored look on his face. He was missing his soap operas for this?
"But sometimes I can't even move freely, my back hurts so much." Complained the man, loosening his tie, whether for effect or because he was genuinely uncomfortable, House neither noticed nor cared particularly. "Is there anything you can give me?"
"You know, I think I have just the thing." Said House, a look of mock triumph passing over his face as he stood up, wagging his finger with the air of a man with a brilliant idea.
"You do?"
"Painkillers." He instructed.
8-8-8
House managed to sit through a full hour of clinic before the boredom became too much for him and he returned to his office, only to find the phone ringing shrilly. He snatched it up and sat down, rolling his eyes as he put it to hi ear.
"Hello? Is this Gregory House?"
"No, I'm Doctor Zeus." House replied sarcastically, "And you are?"
"Doctor Rowan Chase." Said the unusually accented voice, ignoring House's previous comment with a hint of amusement. "I hear you are hiring fellows for your team?" It was more a statement than a question and House scowled for a moment, immediately suspecting Cuddy.
"Sorry, the positions have been filled." He went to put the phone down but Doctor Chase's voice sounded from it again and he reluctantly held it to his ear again.
"Doctor Cuddy told me personally that you were still hiring." He knew it. And Cuddy wasn't going to win that easily. "My son Robert is looking for a job."
"And he needs his daddy to call the nasty boss to get one?" He heard Rowan Chase sigh theatrically.
"I'm calling as a formality; Doctor Cuddy has already informed me he will at the very least get an interview." His voice almost sounded as though he was threatening him, though House highly doubted he was an intimidating man.
"Tuesday." House said, rubbing his forehead frustratedly. He would not be hiring this 'Robert'. He didn't need a team. "Will daddy be coming to hold his hand?"
8-8-8
House barged into Cuddy's office like raging bull "why, why put job advertisements up? I'll decide when I need a team - it'll be my team!" House shouted furiously, slamming his cane onto the floor like a petulant two year old.
"Why are you shouting?" Asked a confused, and annoyed, Cuddy. She was sick of House and his stupid games, but did she seriously think that she would ever fire him?
"I just got a pho-" House started, still trying to talk over her when he Cuddy interrupted, getting increasingly exasperated.
"Why are you shouting?" She repeated in an almost tired way.
"I'M ANGRY!" Shouted House
"Why?" Asked Cuddy; she knew why, but had no intention of indulging House's petty ranting – or, for that matter, letting him know that it was her who had called Rowan Chase if he didn't – although the chance was slim – already know.
"I just got a phone call from someone called Doctor Rowan Chase - what type of name is that anyway?" Asked House mockingly.
"Go on," said Cuddy, waving her hands in a 'hurry up' manner.
"Doctor Chase says his son wants a job." Said House simply, as if that explained all his troubles.
"And you said?" Asked Cuddy
"To bring his son in on Tuesday for an interview." House conceded reluctantly. He had no intention of giving the man a job, but if he allowed the interview to go forward, at least he would be able to come up with a semi-valid excuse for not hiring him in the end.