A/N: First and foremost, I would like to thank (again) Danielle Lynne, my brilliant beta.

Second of all, this was inspired by my week of work experience at a physiotherapist centre.

Thirdly, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own David Shore's brilliant creation of House, MD.

His Prodigy

"I'm so happy to be-"

"At least somebody's happy about it." House mumbled, placing a hand on the door labeled 'exam room 1'. He flung the door open and entered the empty room. The student scampered in on after him, a grin still plastered on her face. She sat herself up on the patient's seat, and looked with excited eyes at House's grumpy demeanor.

"So, who's our first patient?" she asked, an edge of over-excitement in her voice.

House glared at the small, glasses-wearing brunette, face covered in teenage acne, with her annoyingly joyful mood, and shuddered. "YOU, if you're not careful."

The girl ignored that, and started to pan her eyes around the room in awe.

"Why, oh why," House began, theatrically, "did I have to get stuck with you for a whole five days? What have I done to the big busted mistress to make her be so cruel to me in this way?"

The student answered him as she looked around the room, "If you're talking about Dr Cuddy, well; I believe it was because you purposefully disgraced her in front of the state director of nephrology. Mr. Davis, I think his name was." She then looked back at him, slyly.

"Hey! How'd you know that?" he asked, grinning with sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"I use these highly advanced things, they're called ears." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Well," House tutted, "Aren't you just the smart one!"

He walked to the door, and held it open. "Well, come on Miss Know-It-All."

The student hopped off the seat, and paused for a moment. "Lis Thomas, thanks."

House scoffed, "What kind of parent names their kid 'Lis'?"

She turned her face up to scowl at him, "It's a nickname. Long story."

She followed House, and nearly barreled into him as he stopped suddenly in front of the long queue of impatient people, some sniffling, or coughing in hope that they would get moved up the list.

"My name is Doctor House; this is…Lissy-Lou Who…but back to me. I'm the infamous sadistic, unsympathetic individual that has a specialty in nephrology and infectious diseases. Yes, people, I might just save your life today. Be grateful. They don't pay me enough." He shot a withering look at Cuddy, who was standing in the doorway to her office. He faced back to the crowd of patients, "Now, this annoyingly perky student standing next to me is in the third…I'm sorry, twelfth grade in high school," he paused, heaving a fake sigh, "and is, unfortunately, planning on becoming a diagnostician. So the school's guidance counselor, with the help of an evil director of medicine named Dr Lisa Cuddy, has arranged for her to follow me around like a little duckling whilst I make up for my clinic duty hours."

All eyes fell on Lis, who waved with a smile. "Hi."

"So, who's first?" He grabbed a file from beside him, "Matthew Lawson. Your time is up. Exam room 1."

Nobody moved.

"Matthew Lawson?"

Silence.

"Come out; come out to play, Mattie." House said, an evil snare edging into his voice.

A young man put his newspaper down, his face appearing with a blush of red. "I'm…Matthew…Lawson…"

"Oh my god! Really?!" House exclaimed, slapping his hands to his face and making an 'o' shape with his mouth.

"Err, yes," The man still looked quite embarrassed.

House changed his tone, and spoke in a deeper, darker, more menacing tone. "Follow me."

Matthew Lawson; crumpled newspaper in one hand, which covered at least one quarter of his body, moved nervously behind Lis, and glanced apprehensively back to the waiting room of people, wishing somebody could go first instead of him.

Lis was first into the exam room; she pulled up a chair, whilst Mathew sat down on the big blue plastic covered seat.

House entered, somewhat gracefully, and sat in front of Matthew, who still with his newspaper crumpled up on his lap.

House reached for the manila file, labeled 'Lawson, Matthew.' He flipped it open, and his eyes bulged, and a small grin crept mischievously over his small lips. He flipped the file closed, and placed it on a nearby table. He then pulled some gloves out of a compartment on the wall, and turned to the fidgeting patient.

"So, what seems to be the problem, Mattie?" House began, snapping on his gloves in an indecently loud manner.

Matthew squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. "Umm…aren't you supposed to ask me if I would like 'the student' present or not? I have my rights," he stammered.

House glanced at her, and then back to Matthew. "Well, according to protocol, yes. But not me. That's just how I roll." He winked at Lis, beside him, who just rolled her eyes.

Matthew looked even more uncomfortable. "Umm...okay, then. Look, I have a problem…"

"Yes…" both mentor and student leant in.

Matthew leaned further in the chair, and frantically whispered something in House's ear. To Lis, it sounded all jumbled, but she could hear the anxiousness in his hushed tone.

"Sorry, can't hear. Speak up." House exclaimed, grinning mischievously at the younger girl beside him.

Matthew's beetroot red blush flared up again, and he whispered again in House's ear.

House shook his head, "Look, Matthew. I went to a Beatles concert once…and Boom! Bam! Wham! My hearing hasn't been the same since."

Matthew finally gave up, and flung the newspaper that he'd been holding so tightly to his mid-section away, and revealed all.

House's eyes glinted with hilarity, whilst Lis's bulged. Seconds later, House flung his hands over the youngest eyes in the room, shielding her from the view.

"Not in front of the child!" he exclaimed.

"Hey!"

House felt his hands being shrugged off and a pissed-off glare was directed at him. "I'm 18!"

"And still a virgin," House countered.

Lis's cheeks turned a relatively similar shade to Matthew's. "How do you know?"

He looked her up and down. "Are you seriously asking me that question?" He turned back to Matthew. "Steroids?" he asked, bluntly.

"No. I just told you….err…sex."

House rolled his eyes, "Sure."

"Dr House," Lis spoke up, trying to make sure her eyes avoided Matthew's and his enlarged package, "The patient wouldn't lie-"

"Everybody lies. You've got a lot to learn, Sweet cheeks."

"Drop 'em," he said to Matthew.