Martha blended in well with the 'indie' kids back in England but in America she had a somewhat unique style which is why it didn't take a very irritated Cuddy long to track her down. She knew she'd found Martha the second she caught sight of her purple shiny Doc Martens and she couldn't help but notice, especially from behind, how much this mystery girl looked like a taller version of herself. Her legs were encased in flowery black tights and she wore a tiny yet perfectly modest pair of blue denim shorts and a large grey tee shirt with The Beatles on the front. On her feet she wore a fantastic pair of purple boots and her hair was a mess in a way only possible with naturally wavy hair. If you dressed her in work clothes and heels you would be hard pushed to tell the difference Cuddy mused silently, but her thoughts didn't last very long as she needed to get Martha's attention so they could go home, it was late.
"Martha! Where have you been all day? I told you not to wander off" Cuddy called down the hallway in her best don't-mess-with-me voice; unfortunately Martha seemed to be immune. She spun round blindingly fast with a look of rage in her eyes and managed to say "And I told you I'm not five" through gritted teeth. The lack of freedom was really starting to get to her. Not only was she forced to come to work with this unknown relative instead of being trusted in the house on her own, she also practically had toddler reigns on her.
"I'm not saying this because I don't trust you but because I can't have you gallivanting around the hospital all day, you'll get in peoples way" she replied levelly as they walked out the door and towards Cuddy's parking space.
"Really?" Martha asked sarcastically "Because last time I checked House's last case was solved by none other than yours truly" it was amazing, this woman she'd never met before yesterday seemed to have already worked out the fine art of bringing her to boiling point in 5 minutes flat.
"Look. I know you want to stay at home. So tomorrow you can if you want to." Cuddy offered. She was deliberately overlooking the fact that the department in her hospital with the highest IQ just had its latest case solved by a 15 year old. It was mind boggling. She also couldn't stand the thought of another day worrying constantly about a grieving teenager's whereabouts. She was hoping Martha would snap up the offer in seconds after the fuss she had made this morning about having to come to the hospital. But it was summer vacation, she didn't know anyone, Cuddy didn't trust her not to run off if she was left at home alone all day. What was she meant to do with her?
"No thanks..." Martha began, her mind working on a plan already "If you don't want me wandering around I could just hang out in Diagnostics all day?" She wasn't sensing Cuddy's willingness so she added "Like I said, I solved there last case" and turned her stunning smile back on and flashed it at Cuddy, all sweetness and light now she wanted something.
"Fine." Cuddy said begrudgingly "But if I have ONE complaint off House, I'm tying you to my chair" she finished as she pulled into her driveway
"Thanks Lisa!" Martha gushed before slinging her bag over her shoulder and bolting into the house, up the stairs and jumping onto her bed. Martha still couldn't stand the woman but if she was that easy to get around she could learn to live with it. She was also very happy at the thought of spending all day in House's office, by the sounds of it they dealt with just about anything and Martha wanted to go to medical school when she finished her A-Levels so that sounded interesting. Dr. Cameron was also a comforting thought. She understood, she knew and Martha trusted her implicitly after only a single half hour conversation. Her world had fallen apart recently and it was nice to know someone had come out the other end of a similar situation in one piece. Chase also made her feel comfortable with that homely English twang on the edge of his Australian accent, now Foreman. Foreman she knew very little about, she hadn't been able to deduce much, just that he preferred it if you did what he said, when he said. Martha couldn't see herself getting along with him.
Meanwhile Cuddy had also gone up to her room and gotten changed into more comfortable clothes before deciding to text House about Martha's new daily arrangement.
Hey, did Martha spend some time with you today? X
Yep. Why?x
I was just wondering, she said she solved your case. Did she? X
Yes. This proves my theory about how my team are all idiots x
There not idiots House x
No, they just have a hard time coming up with diagnosis even though they've spent 6 years in medical school and Cuddy mark 2 has spent... None. How old is she anyway?x
15 x
Well that'll make foreman bitter... is that all you wanted cause I have a hooker coming over x
I guess so x
Cool x
She wants to spend her days in diagnostics x
Why?x
Because I don't want her wandering around the hospital and she said she wouldn't mind hanging round there all day x
Leave her at home!x
I can't. Im scared she'll run off. Her mom died 3 monthes ago x
Oh yeah, your sister... you're going to have to tell me all about this juicy family scandal tomorrow x
No x
What're you wearing? X
Goodnight House x
Goodnight Cuddy x
The sound of the doorbell reverberated through the house and she heard Martha come dashing down the stairs to answer it. She's not so bad cuddy thought she has just answered the door so I don't have to get up
"Hey Lisa, I need $20 to pay the pizza guy. I ordered in" Martha asked with angelic defiance, daring Cuddy to tell her no and berate her for ordering take away without consulting her. Instead of rising to the challenge she merely gave Martha 20 dollar bill and waited for her to return with the food.
That girl is something else she thought with a single soft chuckle and shake of the head. She didn't know Cameron had done the exact same thing earlier that day.
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