This chapter just has House in it.

Disclaimer:I do not own House or Doctor who.

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House stared at the computer screen. Or rather, he stared at the reflection in the computer screen. He waited until they were gone, and leaned back in his chair and took a pill. His leg was hurting him more than normal. He took out his ipod and scrolled. Hmmmm... something quiet..... ah, The Immigrent Song by Led Zepplin, perfect. He leaned back and listened to the opening 'ahhhhhhhhh'.

However, it'd barely gotten to the bit about fields of gore (or something like that, it was a bit difficult hearing the exact words) When his ipod was wrenched out of his hand and turned off. He looked up and saw Wilson standing there, ipod in hand, giving him a condescending look.

'Hey,' said House, 'I was listening to a classical piece of meaningful music, give it back!'

'One, a song about a bunch of vikings getting drunk and pillaging a town is not classical, and two, you're supposed to be diagnosing a patient.'

'I suppose Cameron told you, why am I not surprised?'

'House-'

'I'm bored! And some smart ass teenager isn't interesting enough for an intellect like mine!'

'How'd you know he was a teenager?'

'Come on, Hallucinations and nausea? It was drugs!'

'His drug test-'

'Was inconclusive, which means he took a drug, but not normal drug.'

'How'd you know it was inconclusive?'

'I do actually read case files. Well, sometimes.'

'When did you figure that out?'

House thought about this for a minute. When had he figure that out? House shurugged. 'Somewhere between the first sympton and me getting my coffee.'

'Why didn't you tell your team?'

House thought again.'They'll figure it out eventually. Now, go away and leave me to my Beethoven.'

Wilson snorted 'Yeah, it definetly sounds like it was written by deaf person.'

House grabbed his ipod and turned it back on. Wilson sighed and left. However, he'd barely been gone five minutes when Cuddy walked in.

'House. Clinic duty.'

House goaned. 'Go pick on someone else for a change Cuddy.'

'I would, except every other doctor in this hospital is responsible enough to do their job without me to badger them.'

'Is there any way for me to get out of this?'

'No.'

'What if I promise to try extra hard on the next case I get?'

'No.'

'What if I say nothing about your low cut top for a week?'

'No.'

'What if I threaten to post pictures of you on a hooker website?'

'House!'

'Alright fine. You win.' House limped out of his office and down to the clinic. He tried to think about when he first got into the conference room this morning. For some reason the details were a bit fuzzy. He shook his head. It was probably nothing.

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