"Hey, I knew you'd show up eventually," House said. "If it were me, I wouldn't have made the two hours."

"Oh, so you weren't expecting me to actually finish my clinic time?" I inquired. I should have known he would say something like that; it was totally in his nature. He motioned for me to sit down at his desk. Once seated, he looked me in the eyes for a few moments; it was almost a staring contest. His eyes were so blue I had to question for a moment if they were just contacts or not, but I couldn't see the telltale lines so I accepted that they were real. It was both easy and not easy to see what Cuddy saw in him.

"No, I didn't expect you to stay down there actually," he replied. He picked up the bouncy ball off the desk again and threw it a few times before pulling a "think fast" and I had to catch it quick. "Good reaction time," he muttered senselessly.

"Do I get to know why I'm here?" I asked. Dr. House stared at me a good thirty seconds, and I made a face.

"Yes. You are going to be an honorary member of my team. We're starting a meeting in about two minutes. Are you a sissy, or are you interested?" He asked.

"I'm no sissy," I replied triumphantly. "I wouldn't be here if I was, I'd be back in junior year of high school."

"I thought so. Go sit down in the conference room and they'll meet you in there. Look, there's Chase now. I believe you two have met," he said. I smiled and walked into the next room. Chase glanced up from the file he was staring at.

"Well look who's moved up in the world already," he waved at me. I (once again) brushed the hair out of my face and waved back.

"I couldn't be happier. Clinic sucked. So, what are we facing?"

"Heck, I don't now yet. This is my other surgery today. I'm a very busy person," Chase faced the door, watching another doctor walk in. She was very pretty with light brown hair and green eyes.

"Hey, how's it going?" Chase asked her.

"Oh, fine, I guess," she replied, staring at me. I waved slightly. She was about to ask who I was when two more doctors walked in. One had dark skin, and the other I recognized as the awkward doctor holding the roses. They both stared at me, the awkward one raised his eyebrows. Everyone sat down and House walked in holding the file that was sitting on his desk.

"Thirty year old female: Seizures, hallucinations, weakness. Any ideas?" House asked. I thought maybe Meningitis.

"I have one. Tell us who she is," demanded the pretty girl doctor.

"Oh, how rude of me, or of you. You didn't even try asking her," He retorted. The cute doctor blushed. "This, everyone is Archie," I slapped my forehead. How many years was that nickname going to follow me? I sighed.

"My full name is Elise Archibald," I added. Everyone cast me a knowing glance. Evidently word had gotten around that I was here, but no one but Chase knew who I was.

"I'm Dr. Hadley," the pretty doctor said. "But everyone around here calls me Thirteen."

"I'm Dr. Foreman," the darker skinned doctor continued the introductions.

"Dr. Wilson. We've met, but you didn't know my name at the time," the awkward doctor spoke up.

"I'm pleased to meet you all. Thanks for the introduction," I replied happily.

"No problem, Archie, no problem," Foreman said. He then turned to House. "As you were saying?"

"Finally. Any ideas?" House raised his eyebrows. "No? Well think on it, review the symptoms, and come up with some ideas. Also, run some tests. In the meantime, I'm going back to my office to watch my soaps. Bye," He turned around and left.

"Is he always like that?" I whispered to Wilson, who was sitting on my right.

"Yeah, pretty much. Welcome aboard," he shook my hand. One could definitely tell he was awkward.

"Any juice on him and Cuddy?" I continued.

"Oh, you have no idea."