A/N: Don't own House MD
This is my first fanfic of House so please treat me gently. The idea came to my mind while watching some reruns. Hope you enjoy it! And if you do please leave a review. The story is set somewhere between 3.15 Half-Wit and 3.22 Resignation, so no Season 4 spoilers here (and no Kutner, Taub, Thirteen or Amber); Cameron, Chase and Foreman still work for House. Its mostly comedy/romance and a little bit of angst/drama in good measures.
"So, 3:33PM Doctor House is signing out, be a doll and please write that down," House told the nurse handing her the file of his last patient.
"OK," the blond and rather sexy nurse answered, who then started to make some strange gestures at him with her face that House couldn't quite figure out.
"If you are flirting with me I would prefer if you just licked those fleshy lips of yours and winked at me," House teased her in his usual gruff voice. "Corinne," he added while glancing at her ID card.
The nurse made face that could only mean He's impossible and decided that House deserved what was coming to him, much to her personal amusement.
"Where do you think you are going?" Cuddy asked as she sneaked behind him and grabbed his arm tightly so he couldn't escape like he always did. "You still have thirty minutes left in your Clinic Hours, and don't even think about getting away with it. I own your ass, remember?"
"Are you flashing the get out of jail free card on me?" he asked sounding very upset and offended. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh Yes! I would!" Cuddy said, almost falling for his wounded puppy face, almost.
"But the lovable Corinne here already checked me out; there is nothing you can do about it."
"Did you?" Cuddy questioned the nurse.
The nurse shook her head in response; she didn't actually want to get in the middle of a fight between the two scariest doctors in the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. But Corinne had to admit that she actually found the infamous Doctor House quite charming; and even handsome, in a scruffy kind of way that is.
"Aha!" Cuddy said triumphant. "Twenty-three years old female complaining about a chronic cough," the Dean of Medicine said, handing the file to a very upset House. "Drag that lazy ass of yours in room four, and do it now."
House grabbed the file almost yanking it from Cuddy's hand. He glared at her for a couple of seconds before turning around and starting to limp his way over the examination room. "You just ruined my afternoon; I hope you can live with it."
Cuddy grinned as she was wondering what kind of plans House could have for the evening. It probably involved a bottle of scotch and a round of TiVoed episodes of General Hospital.
The phone in the Nurses Station rang before House could get to far away. "It's for you, Doctor House," Corinne called him with her hand covering the mouthpiece.
"I'm busy."
"It's a woman," the nurse said, now really mortified for some unknown reason.
"What would make you think I'm going to change my mind because a woman is calling me?" the annoyed doctor asked. "For the record I'm used to be hunted by the most beautiful women in this hospital where they can jump at you when you least expect it," added House sarcastically while glancing at Cuddy over his shoulder.
As Corinne relayed the message she started to blush by the second. "She… she says that she's the first woman who ever took a bath with you… naked."
House stopped dead on his tracks. Cuddy's jaw dropped a couple of inches and was looking at him in disbelief. The grumpy doctor scratched his head with the file in his hand while wondering why the goddess of luck was turning her back on him with alarming rate, not that she was ever fond of him anyways.
"She also says that you should remember the wonderful months the two of you spent sleeping together," if Corinne could get any redder and Cuddy's jaw could drop even lower House would no doubt admit the both of them in the hospital and start a differential diagnosis for the perplexed women.
"Fine," House conceded. "Patch that phone call to my office, would you?"
Cuddy couldn't care less that House actually managed to skip the last thirty minutes of his Clinic Duty as she watched him limp to the elevator. The Dean of Medicine was wondering who could be that blatant woman. It surely couldn't be Stacy Warner, she knew very well House's ex-girlfriend; and what the woman in the phone said was so out of character for the constitutional lawyer.
"Sign him out," Cuddy ordered. And before retreating to her office she made a mental note that a talk with Wilson was in order.
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House entered the conference room faster that a crippled man should be able to walk. Chase held in front of him one of those puzzle magazines he enjoyed so much, Cameron was sorting all the paperwork that have backed up from the last two weeks, as she always did, and Foreman was immersed reading some article in The New England Journal of Medicine oblivious to anything around him; that is until House stormed into the room exuding a dreadful aura.
"Find something useful to do and get out of here," the doctor snarled as he limped toward his office.
"But…" Cameron started to say but then she interrupted herself as she saw the murderous glare in his eyes.
The team knew better than to mess with House when he had that look on his face. Something, or someone, got on his nerves and the safest course of action was to evacuate the room in a quick and orderly fashion.
"What do you think happened to him?" Chase asked to his colleagues once they were outside; he was really curious about the demeanor of their boss. House was already inside his office and was shutting down the blinds.
"Don't know, don't care," Foreman shrugged. "I'm going down to the cafeteria to grab a bite. You guys can join me if you want to."
"I'm in!" Chase said and the two doctors headed for the elevator.
Cameron followed suit, but first she gave longing but worried look at House's office. "Hey! Hold that elevator."
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House was looking at the telephone as if it was a bomb about to blow up right on his face. The blipping red light of the call on hold resembled a countdown to utter annihilation, and he actually found himself wishing for a quick and painless death.
"What do you want?" House demanded when he finally found the courage to pick up the phone.
"You took your time to answer my call, alright," a female voice came over the line. A voice he could never forget. "You know how expensive are these plane phone calls?"
"As if you couldn't afford them," House replied. "What do you want?"
"Always cutting right to the chase; that's one of the things I like about you, Gregory."
"Don't call me Gregory!" House said, raising the tone of his voice. "And would you please tell me what is that you want from me? Or are you planning to kill me out of boredom?"
"Touchy, touchy…" teased the woman on the other side of the line. "Would you pick me up in Newark Liberty International Airport? I'm arriving tonight."
House wished that earth would open and swallow him whole. Of all he things that could go terribly wrong, this was one of the worst. "How long are you staying?"
"A couple of weeks at most," the woman replied simply.
House sighed deeply. At least it was only two weeks, but the prospect of the damage she could inflict in those days was actually terrifying. He hoped for nothing permanently or something he could handle.
"Flight number and time of arrival?" House asked in defeat as he sensed her smiling.
"Air France AF018, it should be landing shortly after 7:42PM" she answered between chuckles.
"You knew I would comply. So, was all that torture really necessary?" House questioned her.
"Of course it was!" the woman laughed. "How else could I get you attention and let you know that it was me when you don't even answer your mother's calls?"
"Whatever…" House replied, in an almost childish way. His dark mood started to lighten up a bit, just a bit. Of all the women in the world, the one who was talking to him right now was probably the only who could get to him really easy; and the only who wouldn't fall for his games or tricks. "No wonder why my right leg was hurting more than usual. I should have known you were up to something devious."
"OK Gregory, see you soon. And don't make me wait!" she warned.
"I told you not to call me Greg…" but was interrupted before he could finish as she hanged up the phone. "Good Lord! That woman can be really annoying when she wants to."
House dropped himself heavily over his chair sighing deeply for the second time that day. The next couple of weeks were going to be the longest and painful ones of his life. Oh but he wasn't going to suffer alone, oh no! Some people he had in mind were going down with him too, two women and three men to be more precisely. He popped two vicodin pills and swallowed them dry, grabbed his bitchin cane with flames and walked out of the office.
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House entered Wilson's office without knocking first, not that he would do it otherwise. Fortunately for Wilson he wasn't with a terminal patient that could be annoyed by the sudden intrusion of his best friend.
"I already bought you lunch this noon," Wilson said while he was signing some documents he had over his desk. "If you are hungry take this change and go to a vending machine, I'm really busy right now."
House looked at the coins Wilson held out in his hand, considered for a few seconds and even though he wasn't hungry he grabbed them anyways.
"That's very generous of you Wilson, but I'm here for another reason," House said, taking advantage of his friend naiveté.
"What? Then why… Oh never mind," Wilson knew better than to try to figure out House's ulterior motives. "What do you need then? If you want to have a couple of drinks with me you'll have to wait till I'm finish here, and that would be until at least two more hours." The oncologist added as he quickly looked his watch.
"As tempting as a date with you may sound, I'm going to have to ready check on that one," House joked. "I need your car keys."
"And what am I going to do to get to my apartment?" Wilson asked incredulously.
"Grabbing a cab sounds like a terrific idea to me," House said shrugging.
"Okay then," Wilson complied as he reached out for the keys in his pocket and handed them over to House. "But I think I have the right to know what you are going to do with my car. At least I'm hoping you are not going to use it to dispose of a body by dumping it into the Hudson."
"Yes that's exactly what I'm going to do," House chuckled. "I finally snapped when Cuddy tried to drag me down to the Clinic so I suffocated her. She's right now tucked in the closet of my office, and as you may know my poor motorcycle couldn't possibly carry that gigantic piece of ass."
"No, seriously!" Wilson demanded barely containing a laugh. He had to admit that the occurrences of House never stopped to amuse him.
"I'm going to pick up a hot and voluptuous redhead with piercing blue eyes that has enough money to buy this hospital out of a whim," House replied as he limped out of the office before Wilson could jump at him asking too many questions that he really didn't want to answer right there.
"What? Who?"
Exactly! House thought as he started heading down to the parking lot.
A/N: So there you have it. Who's this mysterious woman that can send shivers down House's spine? You will find out in the next chapter. And for all the fans of House/Cameron out there do not worry. The core of this fanfic is the romantic relationship between the two of them; and they are going to hook up sooner rather than later (at least I think so). I didn't want for both to start being a couple just at the beginning of the story. I think it's better if they grow slowly closer to each other, build up some tension and then BANG!
Anyways I tried to give some "screen-time" to every mayor character of House while introducing a recurring guest star (Yes, you will see some more of the hot nurse Corinne), a brief introduction to a big important character of my own invention to spice things up and that is going to help me move things at a nice pace.
Don't forget to leave your valuable reviews, let me know if you liked. Constructing criticism is always welcome.