Chapter 2
The next day, Cuddy wasn't as tired, having got a lot more sleep than she would have any other night. She had a feeling that today wouldn't be as bad as any other day, for she wouldn't be exhausted. She had just arrived at work and was walking down the hospital's familiar halls to get to her office. She was going to pass House's office on the way there. She wondered if Dr. Robertson was there, for she spent last night talking to her about the hospital with House. She spotted her walking down the hallway to her. "Hello." Cuddy said, watching her stop next to her. "Is everything alright?"
"House isn't here yet." Dr. Robertson replied, looking at Cuddy, who just chuckled and grinned some more.
"He's never here on time. That's something you'll have to get used to. He'll come in around ten, requesting coffee. It's something he does every day." Cuddy said.
"And you don't do anything about it?" Dr. Robertson asked.
"It wouldn't make much of a difference. He'd still come late unless I go to his apartment and drag him here." Cuddy said.
"Okay." Dr. Robertson said, walking the other way so she could get back to the office. Cuddy followed, needing to go that way to get to her office anyway.
The door to Cuddy's office closed behind her as she placed her things down in their proper places and turned on the light. She didn't have any paperwork as of yet, so she had a bit less to do, which made her smile. After having as much paperwork as she did two days ago, having nothing felt like Heaven. Even if she got some later, she would have done a lot of her other daily activities, so she could just do her work without having to get up to walk around the hospital to make sure everything was in order. It probably would be, but there were always people wanting to tell her something, and she needed to listen to what these people have to say, especially if it was about something pertaining to the hospital, so everything could remain orderly and peaceful. The hospital hadn't become chaotic in a long time, which made Cuddy feel proud that she could maintain calmness when she was extremely tired. After sitting down for a moment, she got up and walked out of her office to start her rounds. After finishing those, she walked to House's office.
"Mommy! I just finished a case! I don't want to do another one already!" House said as soon as the door closed behind Cuddy.
"Don't worry, there's no case House." Cuddy said with a grin. She walked over to House's desk and stood there.
"Then why are you here?" House asked, using what Cuddy said last night.
"No reason…" Cuddy said with a smile.
House shook his head. "There's always a reason." He said, shaking his head. "So, what is it?" He looked at Cuddy, just waiting.
"I'm just seeing how things are going with Dr. Robertson." Cuddy said. House shook his head.
"She makes good coffee." House said. "Much better than Cameron's." He nodded, holding up the red mug he always drank his coffee in.
"I'm glad you are enjoying that…" Cuddy said with a small smile. "You can't function without your coffee in the morning…" House just shook his head.
"By the way, you have clinic duty. Enjoy coffee later. You need to do clinic duty…" Cuddy told House.
"But I already have my fellows doing that. They are gaining experience with clinic patients. Besides, who wants to tell people they have allergies or a cold all the time? Now, maybe if somebody came in with something interesting, I would do it. But people these days are stupid. They come in with the sniffles and think they are dying of cancer. Now, if these sniffles turned into anything serious, I would be down there as fast as a cripple could... Okay, maybe not, but if I was interested, I would take the case." House said.
Cuddy sighed. "House, do your clinic duty, now." House shook his head.
"Robertson hasn't been to the clinic before, she is gaining experience."
Cuddy walked to the door. "Do it. Get it done before I get out of my meeting or you will have to do today's hours tomorrow. Robertson isn't your maid." She left after she said this, somehow knowing House wouldn't get up.
'Nobody will tell, unless Robertson is stupid enough." House thought.
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"Dr .Cuddy!" Cuddy turned to see who had called her. Robertson. "House didn't do his clinic duty. I had to do it for him…" she was clearly agitated about this.
"I figured that." Cuddy said, shaking her head. "He rarely does unless somebody nags him… I will go do that."
"And he does this often?" Robertson asked. Cuddy noticed now that Robertson was the type of person who thought rules had to be followed. Well, yes, they did. She could agree. However, Robertson seemed to get… annoying with it.
"Yes." Cuddy said with a nod.
"And you accept it?" Robertson asked, crossing her arms. For some reason she was getting on Cuddy's nerves. Maybe it was the fact she was getting yelled at from one of her employee's fellows. Or maybe it was because the meeting left her agitated. Was it both?
"I… will talk… to him…" Cuddy muttered, walking to her office to deposit her things into it in its proper place. She'd talk to him in a few minutes. She had paperwork now, and it wasn't too serious of an incident. It could be fixed. Like she had told House before, she'd give him two more hours if he didn't do his own clinic duty.
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Robertson stood where she was for a few moments, wondering why Cuddy didn't seem to care. That wasn't like somebody who was the Dean of Medicine. She then blinked, walking to House's office. Clinic duty wasn't done yet. It had only been about half an hour. Oh well.
A few moments later, Robertson entered House's office, door closing behind her. House was… sleeping? There was quite a few things wrong with that. "House." She said, trying to get him to wake up.
"Done already? It has only been… thirty minutes. That is not an hour. An hour is sixty minutes. Do you know how to tell time?" House said, sitting up in his desk, looking at Robertson.
"Do your own damn clinic duty." Robertson muttered, sitting herself down. House raised his eyebrow.
"Hmm. I don't want to. I don't like dealing with six year olds with runny noses. It is boring." House said, shrugging.
"But it isn't my clinic duty, so why do I have to do it?" Robertson asked.
"Do you have anything better to do right now? Any meetings to go to, paperwork to do, hot sex to have?" House asked.
Robertson crossed her arms once more. "No." she muttered, giving House a slight glare.
"Then you can go occupy yourself in the clinic. You would be treating patients. That is always fun. Who knows, maybe something interesting will happen." House said.
"But it isn't my responsibility, it is yours." Robertson said, shaking her head. She hadn't realized the door had closed. House was only giving Robertson half his attention. Cuddy was standing in the doorway, listening, not making a sound. "And, why do you sleep in your office? You should do that at home if you are that tired." She continued.
That was when Cuddy decided to step in. Apparently this was the reason Robertson was getting on her nerves, adding a bit extra stress that she didn't need. "I can handle disciplining my own employee." She said, looking down at Robertson, an agitated look on her face.
"Just trying to help." Robertson said, getting up, trying to make a quick exit. Cuddy stopped her by gently reaching out and grabbing her shoulder.
"Stay for a minute. Disciplining House isn't your job. It is mine. You worry about yourself. Now, if you become the head of the department, Dean of Medicine, or anything else, you can worry about your employees. But right now, you are not the dean of medicine or the head of a department. So, you don't have to worry about everybody. I do. Dr. House does. Leave the disciplining to us please. Okay?" Cuddy said.
"Okay." Robertson said.
"Now go." Cuddy said, letting go of her shoulder. Robertson immediately left.
"That's why she agitates me…" Cuddy muttered so only she could hear. She had a feeling this would be a long day.
AUTHOR: I FEEL REALLY BAD! I haven't updated this in a while. PLEASE review! Criticism in any form, whether what you have to say is good or bad, is appreciated. Thanks!