Disclaimer- I don't own House M.D. or any of it's characters etc. I have merely borrowed them and turned them into my imaginary friends for a short while.

Authors note- I love reviews, this is my first fanfic and would really appreciate feedback. Thanks. PS I'm British, so have used British spelling throughout :)

Monday morning-8.45am. House was waiting for the team to arrive, not that he had anything remotely resembling a case for them when they finally did decide to show. Especially now the tricky threesome was a fiesty foursome. Had been for the past three months or so. Cameron had been (naturally) very welcoming of the new recruit Foreman less so, whilst Chase had been positively hostile. Funny really, as he was the one that had the most in common with Dr. Clarkson. Or Tony as he liked to be addressed.

Clarkson was 32, a cardiologist, originally from England, but a resident of Jersey for approximately three years now. Single, dedicated, with a keen eye for detail and an even keener eye for the ladies. Wilson watch out. Opinionated, well-read and impossibly smooth.

House had been his usually grouchy self towards him, initially reluctant to take another player onto the team, not wanting to disturb the fragile equilibrium. But as Wilson so rightly pointed out, an extra pair of eyes and ears would mean more time freed up for House to indulge in the more important things in life. Things that beeped and were graded in levels,that were operated by thumbs and were easy to conceal in desk drawers when he heard the ominous sound of heels click-clacking down the corridor.

9am- Cameron was first to show, no surprise there. Closely
followed by Clarkson (a little too closely House thought), then Foreman and last, but not least, Chase, looking like he'd had a lost weekend of some sort.

'Good morning, my bunch of happy campers. Did you all have a good weekend?'

Cameron& Foreman exchanged confused looks, not entirely sure of the appropriate response, given that House wasn't exactly known for a cheerful, sunny disposition- especially on Monday mornings. Chase meanwhile, was oblivious, checking his pockets for something vaguely resembling a painkiller. Damned hangover.

'Boys, girl and Chase, you will all be delighted to know we have absolutely no work to do whatsoever this morning. How about we all skip school and go hang with our pals?'

Cameron frowned. 'No cases at all?'

'Nope. Nothing. Zilch. Big fat zeros all round.' House limped over to the coffee machine and poured himself a large mug of steaming black liquid.

'Well, we have to find something to do, else it's going to be a very long day', she replied.

House turned slightly to look at her. ' Ok, how about you pretend to do some work, and as a special favour to you all, I'll pretend to pay you. Alternately, Foreman you can go play in the clinic for a couple of hours, Chase can go take a shower, Clarkson may as well continue perfecting his Cary Grant routine on some poor impressionable nurses until Wilson gets to hear of it, and Cameron. well, I guess you'll have to keep me amused for, ooh let's say, the next 20 years or so in my office.'

Foreman& Clarkson pushed back their chairs swiftly, keen to be anywhere other than here, where the atmosphere was decidely odd. Chase, still in his own parallel universe, looked mildly puzzled, before easing himself gently to his feet, hoping the rest of the body would follow accordingly. Cameron, meanwhile, remained seated.
House took a swig of coffee. 'Well you lovely people, I've had a wonderful time- unfortunately this wasn't it. Now go forth and do your thing. What d'ya say we meet back here about 11.30ish, if Dr. Cameron hasn't completely exhausted me by then'

Cameron felt the colour rise in her cheeks slightly, as the others left the room. She began to gather her stuff together, shoving it deliberately into her bag. Aware, as she did, that his eyes were boring into her, thus making her cheeks redden even more. She picked up her bag, and exited the room as quickly as she could, before any more emotions which she had finally got around to burying, decided to rear their ugly heads and resurface.