Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of thses characters. If I did I wouldn't waste my time posting fanfics here.
A/N: I was inspired by something in Daddy's Boy. It's a really short nothing that I came up with during a boring day at school. just a Oneshot.
House coming into work on time was enough to make anyone gasp. But that wasn't why everyone in the hospital did.
The cane was still there, and so was the vicodin. That was about the only thing that was the same with Greggory House.
His Nikes were gone, replaced with dress shoes. A white lab coat neatly covered his stripped button-down shirt and blue suit pants. His tie was actually very slimming. His hair looked like he had attempted to comb it and failed miserably.
When Cuddy saw House, she was shocked. What was going on? House in a lab coat? Coming straight to the clinic? Cuddy was almost positive she had gone insane. She made a mental note to check herself into a mental institute.
"Hello Cuddy," House said as he drew near her. "Do you need me here?" He waved his hand at the clinic.
Cuddy was a bit disappointed. House hadn't even noticed her low cut shirt. She had worn it just for him. It made no sense to her. House was being polite? House was volunteering for clinic duty? What was the catch? "Maybe there is no catch," Cuddy thought. "Maybe none of this is happening. Maybe I'm hallucinating"
Wilson could only gape as House limped down the hallway. He thought he might have a heart attack. He stood in the hallway with everyone else, mouth hanging open. For a moment, Wilson wondered what had happened to his best friend. "This can't be real," Wilson told himself. "I must be hallucinating."
House limped down the hallway slowly, not in his usual impatient manner. He didn't make sarcastic remarks to the dumbfounded onlookers. There was kindness written on his face. Several people fainted.
When House came into the conference room and started sifting through possible cases, Cameron, along with Chase and Foreman, didn't know what to think. They barely recognized House. What was going on with their boss?
Thoughts were rushing through Cameron's head. "What happened to House? Have I finally gotten through to him?" Cameron was hopeful.
Foreman and Chase just stared, one thought on both of their minds. "This can't be real. I must be hallucinating."
Smiling, House entered his office, where he quickly changed into the green t-shirt, tweed blazer, and Nikes he had stashed away in his desk the night before. He picked up a small orange ball, deep in thought. He should have been an actor. He wasn't surprised at everyone's reactions. They had just proved him right. Of course.
House put down his cane and vicodin and gingerly walked to the window, putting as much weight on his right leg as his left. It was raining. But maybe he was just hallucinating.