Hey Guys, We're so glad to see a few of you liked the first chapter enough to review and put us on alert! Here is chapter two, chapter three will be out shortly. This is strictly House as it is his reactions to meeting Rudy… Enjoy! – Harlot O'Hara and Makia Durron.

Chapter two

House wore his typical scowl and was toting his new favorite coffee mug 'If ignorance is bliss you must be orgasmic' slamming into the room as he usually did he was even less pleased with how the day was panning out to find Foreman, Chase, Thirteen, and Tubby… I mean Taub all waiting with pleasant expressions plastered across their pasty faces… 'Well except for Foreman, cause he's black' he mused to himself before smiling widely at them all. "Good Morning Everyone, did you all have a pleasant commute?" He asked with the most sincerely happy tone he could muster while he quickly entered his office, not bothering to draw the curtains so he could confuse them even more. Humming a pleasant little ditty he set the mug on his desk and sat down in his chair immediately kicking his feet up on the desk, showing off his neon green tennis shoes and picking up a case file, engrossing himself in the information contained within while tapping with his feet the beat still running from his throat.

"I did…Cameron and I made a date of it." Chase offered with a hint of malaise, taking a sip of his coffee as he casually dropped himself onto the couch to sit. He hoped that hurt his former boss' feelings but he still had a feeling even a sledge hammer couldn't do that. He was only here over their newest patient anyhow, and he wanted to be gone soon.

He crossed his legs at the ankle and ignored Thirteen's disapproval; she wasn't in love with her boss by any means but she still had a feeling this was pressing it just for some simple teasing.

Whatever went on between those two was far from her interest but she decided for the sake of their sanity to end it there. "We all had a miserable time, House, what do you think?" She inquired; moving to pick up the coffee pot and pour more into his cup for him. It was worth a blow to her dignity just to keep him quiet.

House stared up at her with an absolutely horrified look on his face, "Oh Remy you're such a doll! I'm so sorry your commute sucked as much balls as Chase over there… by the way you do a great fifties housewife, you should check around guys dig that," he said as his face turned into its familiar smirk and he threw a nearby book at Chase's head. "So what do you plebeians want from me now?" he asked moodily as he threw the file down and sipped his coffee.

"I don't work for you; I have to put up with this shit anymore!" Chase declared, rising up from the couch with a movement that seemed to say he felt that was similar to being blessed by the pope. He threw his hand back in a motion that implied a wave and left them then. He had real work to do.

Thirteen sighed and poured herself a cup of coffee; House was hard to believe at times but she didn't have to take him seriously. Foreman was good at covering up his anger about the comments towards their relationship; she could do the same. "You know that I like women better, anyway." She grumbled to herself, pouring an ample amount of sweetener into her cup.

Thirteen sighed and poured herself a cup of coffee; House was hard to believe at times but she didn't have to take him seriously. Foreman was good at covering up his anger about the comments towards their relationship; she could do the same. "You know that I like women better, anyway." She grumbled to herself, pouring an ample amount of sweetener into her cup.

"We do have a case, here…" Dr. Taub sighed, walking closer to his boss and nodding to the manila envelope on his desk. "We got the other files in the mail first thing this morning."

House ignored Taub as he stared Thirteen down, "Hmm yes well you've yet to give me conclusive proof of that…" he mused before rolling his eyes and reaching a spastically waving hand out to receive the lecture he was sure Taub wanted to give him. "Well go ahead, enlighten me about the horrible predicament we need to clean up now." He snarled as he held out his now depleted mug to Foreman in a silent demand for a refill.

"Get your own, coffee." Foreman suggested without pause; he wasn't new to the game. He took a sip of his own and threw out a small comment, shaking his head when Thirteen twitched as if she was willing to pour more. "I don't need any housewife or 'black' comments, thanks."

Taub meanwhile was trying to bring them back to their focus on the medical field. "The girl from before," He started before deciding to rephrase in a way that would really catch his boss' interest. He waved his hand until he had eyesight and started over. "The double D cheerleader; she's got necrosis on her knee-cap."

House paused mid-motion in his rebuttal of Foreman's barb when Taub reminded him of the largely endowed girl downstairs, "Really? Is it like really icky because if it is she's no good to me anymore," he said caustically while waving his cup at Foreman again.

"Oh, For God's Sake, House!" Thirteen growled, snatching the files up off of the desk in front of him. "I'll deal with it myself since you seem to be even more charming than usual today." After she left the room, the remaining doctors glanced at each other and followed. If House needed them, he would have no problem paging them incessantly.

House cocked his head at the retreating backs of his staff and huffed to himself as he got up, coffee mug still in hand, and moseyed down to see Wilson. The shorter man was always good to hear his problems; he had that caring thing going on. So he was sure to find good company for his foul mood with him. He paused in front of the closed door and rolled his eyes as he could hear Wilson muttering quietly through the door, knocking loudly he paused after a few moments and called out to James, "Are you in a particularly caring mood? I need you!" he whined as James opened the door with a long suffering sigh, "What do you want House?" he groaned as Gregory pushed past him and bee-lined towards the percolating coffee pot in the corner. "I'm having a horrible day and wanted to see my best friend, is that such a bad thing?" he asked plaintively.

"When it comes from you generally; yes." Wilson sighed, seating himself behind the desk and moving aside anything breakable that had been gifted. "What's the problem?"

House pouted at Wilson before slumping sideways into the seat across the desk, "Cuddy made me go to a stupid seminar and then there was this rude ass there that told me to lob my leg off then my team was mean to me." He whined balefully at James before looking at both of their coffees and reaching for Wilson's to sip at.

"Someone at the seminar wanted to amputate your leg?" Wilson asked with surprise. He had known that his friends leg had been giving him trouble but he hadn't assumed it was giving him enough for that. "Are you sure you need to do that?"

House glared at him and slurped loudly on the other man's coffee. "No, but he wanted to, you could see it in his beady little eyes, he may have been Canadian…" he mused as he put his feet up on Wilson's desk.

"So, now you're trying to tell me that a Canadian Serial Amputator is lusting after your leg?" Wilson clarified, reaching forward to take his coffee back from the other man. He had obviously had too much caffeine for today, tomorrow and the rest of the week. "Please, tell me that I'm misunderstanding you."

House considered before reaching for his own cup, having easily relinquished the mostly empty cup he had stolen from James. Cocking his head to the side he finally shrugged, "Well he was a prostetist so yeah it comes to the same thing." He said easily before clunking the mug on the table his eyes twinkling as a bit of coffee sloshed onto Wilson's desk.

"Okay, House, that's enough. Give me that cup." Wilson pulled away the still full mug to protect his desk and stood up. He sighed heavily and spoke again, taking a sip out of the mostly full mug in his right hand and covering the other with his left. "You're obviously tired and jumped up on caffeine. Prosthetists are valid medical practitioners,

which you know and none of them would have any reason to be interested in your legs. Have you seen your legs recently?"

House frowned and stood up before quickly dropping his trousers and shuffling over to look in the reflective glass, "Well the right is kind of mangled, which is why the quack wants to lob it off, fuck it and fit it for me, but the other is kind of sexy don't you think?" he asked innocently while waving to a doctor on the other side of the balcony.

"How would he fuck your leg?" Wilson asked, his tone telling that while he was bothered by the probability of it, he also doubted that he wanted an answer. He reached for the blinds then and closed them, giving his friend more privacy than he probably felt he needed. It was a hospital, but still, House might have felt naked at a less crazy moment.

House glared at Wilson and bent down to grab his pants, "Well obviously he'd have to cut a bit of muscle out or to have some room to stick his dick in but it could happen." He mused out loud.

This is actually turning out way more laugh worthy than it was supposed to but I am laughing

Wilson needed no more prompts to make his next choice; that one mental image was enough for him. He put both mugs firmly down on the desk and pointed at his door. "Get out, House. Go home, lie down, masturbate, just don't tell me anymore about your new boyfriend."

House opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by Wilson immediately, "I'll tell Cuddy just leave… now." He demanded as he pointed again out into the hallway.

House huffed again and made his exit, too annoyed to even demand his happy mug back before leaving. If Wilson wanted him to shirk his duties who was he to complain? Suddenly a thought occurred to him as he entered the elevator at the end of the hall and he turned around to yell back down to Wilson. "He's not my boyfriend so get your panties out of your ass!" He barked as the doors closed with a merry ding.