Chapter 3: A Truth Revealed

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Chapter 3

House opened the door to his office and look round, but he didn't see the visitor that Cuddy had told him about. He had started to move towards his desk when he heard a voice, a voice with an English accent say:

"Doctor House, I've been expecting you," at which point House's chair swivelled around to reveal the source of the voice, a smiling, almost idiotic looking man, in House's opinion that is. He rose and offered House his hand, "I'm John Smith."

House ignored Smith's hand and walked round the desk so he was standing next to him, "You've been sitting in my chair, and if you would move so I can sit down myself."

"I do apologise, but I thought you would have had enough of a rest on your motorbike," Smith said with a smile as he stepped out of the way, "But I am curious about one thing. Why haven't you asked me why I'm here, your team has, your boss and your colleagues have, so why not you?"

"Frankly, John Smith, I don't give a damn. I'm not thinking to myself 'Of all the hospitals, in all the towns, in all the world, why has he come to this one.' I truly don't care why you're here, but I do care that you've been in my office on your own for so long."

"Ah, Gone with the Wind, and Casablanca, you've been watching old films through the night, and judging by the time you got in you have also been drinking, fairly heavily, but then that is a common occupation for you isn't it."

House almost smiled at this, he knew that he would have been wrong if he had treated this man how he had intended to; He decided to do it anyway.

"Ok then Mister Smith, why are you here?" He chose to humour the man, and get that over with.

"I am here, Doctor House, because I need your help. And I shan't take no for an answer. Oh and it's Doctor, not Mister." Smith was incredibly firm in his stance and resolute in his voice.

Cuddy was working to check up on John Smith, to find out everything she could about him; she rang hospitals all over the world but found no trace of the man. She tried medical records but again found no record that would match him. Eventually she had to give up the search but was still curious about Smith.

She left her office and started on her way to House's office to see how the pair was getting on. She walked over to the elevator but was briefly detained in order to sign a request for the usage of an experimental drug.

She arrived outside the office to see the two talking to each other; not in a way of warmth but in a manner of clinical fact; and she knew that that was how House enjoyed it.

"Mister Smith, tell me why I should help you?"

"Because, Doctor House, I know that you only take on cases that interest you, and I can promise you that this one will be interesting." Smith replied with an impossible mixture of sorrow and joy in his face. "And I need help, and I believe that only you can provide it."

Cuddy stood in the doorway listening to this exchange for a few minutes before making her presence known.

"Doctor Smith, may I ask you something?" Smith looked round at her with a slight look of surprise, whilst House just sighed with exasperation.

"Go ahead Doctor Cuddy. I have no need to hide anything from you."

"Well that makes me wonder, because you didn't tell me that you needed help, you told me you wanted to meet some of the best doctors. Now who are you really? You say you're a doctor yourself but I can't find a single record of you anywhere, nothing medical, professional or anything else." Smith reacted with the look of a man who had been caught out, which he had been in truth.

"Okay, I'll explain, you're Doctor Cuddy; I didn't tell you my true intentions because they aren't important, that's the short version. And my name isn't John Smith." House interrupted him here.

"Well that was evident; I mean what sort of sadistic parents would name their child John Smith." 'Smith' looked at House with a pained look.

"My name is, well call me The Doctor, and I am a doctor of sorts and did say that I didn't practise medicine, so that part was true, but I never revealed my true intentions for a reason." Cuddy didn't look best pleased and was about to respond when;

"So your true intention was just to get help. Hah," House scoffed "If that was it why didn't you just visit the clinic."

"I didn't visit the clinic because I needed your help House. You see I'm dying."

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