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A House, M.D. fan fiction
Rating: K+ (just to be safe)
Chapters: 2 of ?
Disclaimer: I do not own House, M.D. the show, nor the characters, plot lines and everything in between. I only have my imagination.
A/N: This is my very, very first fan fic. I would appreciate any feedback. Thank you.
Chapter 2
If there was anything that Gregory House, M.D. prided himself on, it was his tenacity. Some people would call it being a jackass, but he preferred to see the glass as half-full.
Today though, the tenacious G was in a pensive mood. And a pensive House could either spell disaster or disastrous genius.
"I never thought the ceiling could hold that much interest for you."
James Wilson, him of the coiffed and shampooed locks, was once again amazed by how House managed to turn the art of doing nothing into, well, nothing. He looked askance at the stubbly doctor.
"James, my man, do you know that the maintenance people are seriously amiss with cleaning windows? Why, I counted 47 blotches on the ceiling caused by raindrop remnants on my window alone. Tsk, tsk, Cuddy's slipping!"
Tossing his tennis ball against the wall, House ruminated on how he could pin Cuddy into springing for one of those humongous LCD TVs for his office, under the pretext of it being a better X-ray light box.
"House, if you didn't resort to splashing the remains of your coffee against the window for the last five years, you would have normal, clean, shiny windows. Although, I think that Nate something guy said splotches are the new polka dots. You could be starting a whole new trend in office decor."
"Bah! Trends suck. If there are any trends worth watching out for, it would be 'Guess how low V-necks can go', as showcased by our dear Dean of Medicine herself." House was practically gleeful at the prospect of seeing the hospital administrator in a navel-deep blouse.
Sitting down on the visitor chair and about to prop his legs on House's table, Wilson suddenly lost his balance as Kutner went careening into the office. He barely avoided crashing into the desk as the oncologist struggled to untangle his legs just in time.
"Oops! Sorry, Wilson," Kutner muttered an apology while trying to regain his balance.
"Cuddy sent me here to tell you to hoof it to the ER. There was a massive pileup on the highway and the ER's getting packed. You too, Wilson."
House sent the younger doctor a glare that would have cowed any intern, but certainly not Kutner.
"Hey, I'm just the messenger," holding his hands up while backing away towards the door. "All I agreed to was to tell you to get your asses to the ground floor because you weren't answering her pages. I'm outta here." He swiftly fled towards the elevator bays.
Wilson got up to stretch his legs and arms and motioned for House to do the same. "C'mon, let's go. The ER's probably flooded by now. "
"Cripple here! Talk about insensitivity. You wound me, Wilson, really," House feigned a pained look as he continued to lounge in his chair. "Call me as soon as the debris clears."
"Right. Because that's when it's about time to go home." Wilson rolled his eyes as he went out the door.
House resumed throwing his tennis ball, lost in thought.
Suddenly, he stood up, almost losing his balance that he had to grab onto the desk for support.
ER's jammed. Every doctor's there. Every doctor, including Cuddy. Which means…
"Greg, m'boy, time to synch schedules again with our Curly Cuddles' calendar!" he sang out as he hobbled towards the door.
To be continued
A/N: This story is unbeta'ed so all mistakes are embarrassingly mine.