Name: House Visit.

Writer: Ann.

Fandom: House.

Rating: PG13.

Timeline: Season 3… ish?

Disclaimer: All rights for House are Fox's and the studios'. I own nothing. (Unfortunately).

Others: A fun idea that came to my mind a couple of years ago. Finally decided to write it. Hope you'll enjoy it.

Prologue.

"House!" Cuddy walked into his office, causing him to look up from the sofa he was lying on. She seemed slightly angry, but House didn't mind. He thought he already knew what it was about, anyway.

"I'm in my beauty sleep," He said, looking at her.

"You've been skipping your clinic hours in the past two weeks." She stated.

"You see, that's not true. If you'd have looked, you'd see I was at the clinic just like I was supposed to be," He replied.

"You were there," She agreed. "But you took one patient every time. You can't just sit in the clinic with one patient and wait for your turn to be over!" She exclaimed.

"But I did my clinic hours." He still didn't bother to get up. "I was at the clinic. We were waiting for the patient's test results." His voice was his cynical, light voice he used to have almost every time they spoke about clinic hours and patients.

"Ten times?" Her voice was sarcastic. She knew he avoided patients.

"They had problems." Pretending to care for them, he finally got up. He limped to his desk, where he grabbed a few files he brought in earlier and handed them over to her. "You see, they had serious problems. As a doctor, it is my duty to take care of that."

"Yes, I can see that." She said as she quickly read the files. "Headache. Cyanosis. Chest pain."

"It could be a heart attack," House suggested. Cuddy looked up at him, a "that's not funny" look in her eyes. "Fine. I'll do more clinic hours," He said, already knowing what she'll give him.

To his surprise, she shook her head. "No. I have a much better solution for you." House watched her as she put the cases down and stood by the table, mere centimeters from him. There was a smug look on her face that he didn't like. "You are gonna start making House Visits." She declared.

House stared at her for a moment. House visits? He hasn't been a part of the out clinic of the hospital since his third year there. "What… Are you kidding me?" His voice was slightly angry and still slightly surprised. As he continued his voice turned more and more to the angry part. "House visits? 'Clinic hours' is one thing, 'house visits' is something else. That's what you give new general doctors when they start working for you, not a Nephrologist and an Infectious expert who's been working for you for the past ten years!"

"You're a diagnostician." She said shortly. "As long as you're the head of Diagnostics, that means you know enough to be able to diagnose people. I'm sure the little problems of the normal population won't be a problem for you to solve."

She didn't wait for his response. Without saying another word, she turned around and left the room. Unlike he usually did, House didn't even check her out. He stared forward for a moment, and then left the room angrily, his thoughts still about stopping Cuddy's new plan.