Author's Note: I shamelessly stole this scene from Pete and Steve, but well there you have it. No one reviewed the first chapter of this, but I'm just going to assume that was because it was only 300 words.
Disclaimer: I don't own House MD, the title for this fic is a Rolling Stones song, and the chapter title I stole from Flogging Molly
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Sympathy for the Devil
Installment Two
Swagger
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Wilson watched as House traversed the parking lot, a self –satisfied smirk on his face. Earlier that day Dr. House had diagnosed a man, exhibiting the completely wrong symptoms, with a very rare infection after giving him no more than a cursory glance, much to the ire of every one else, except maybe the patient. House's team had administered the proper treatment and the patient left the same day. That sort of thing made Wilson wonder why he'd ever decided to be an oncologist; it must be so much easier to have patients that were curable rather than just dying.
House pulled the door open and awkwardly levered himself into the car with his backpack in one hand and his cane in the other.
"How did you do it," Wilson asked him. "You have to tell me. I'm your friend."
"I can do that because I am totally, totally bitchrod," House says. "I learned that lovely word from one of my pothead patients in the clinic today, who kindly applied it to me. He thinks I am God. He might not feel the same way when he comes back in next week for the results from his drug test."
"Yeah, well you don't need anyone playing in to your ego anyway. Don't change the subject."
"How do you think I did it?"
Wilson pulled his car out of the lot. "I think you used your uncanny talent for observation to extrapolate some highly unlikely answer, and then you got lucky like you always do."
"And do you know why that is?"
"Because you're bitchrod?"
"Totally bitchrod."