Disclaimer: I dont own House, it would be awesome, but I just dont.
The next morning Lon, Jane, and Geri arrived at 9 o'clock sharp despite the fact that Geri had attempted to bribe the cab driver into taking them to a coffee house. Armed with steaming hot beverages and a sense of direction they hadn't had the day before they each made their way to the offices of their mentors.
When Lon step into Cuddy's office she was on the phone, she beckoned him in and gestured for him to sit. At Wilson's office Jane was greeted cheerfully and asked to have a seat. However when Geri reached House's office, he wasn't there.
"Perfect," Geri mumbled under her breath wondering what she should do.
"He doesn't usually show up till about ten," said a voice behind her and Geri turned to face Cameron.
"So do I just get free time or what," the girl asked still cranky from being dragged out of bed an hour before she usually was.
Cameron smiled, "Come on in here, you weren't properly introduced to the rest of the team."
Geri followed Cameron back into the conference room and did her best to smile at everyone without the proper amount of caffeine rushing through her veins.
Foreman looked at Geri's clothes and frowned, "New school uniform?"
Geri sighed and told him what she had told her friends, "He told me to wear it and I didn't question it," the truth was she had wanted to piss Lon off.
"Why not," Chase asked, "it doesn't exactly match what you were wearing yesterday."
Geri grinned, "Well obviously." She laughed inwardly because the way she was dressed today was more like she usually did.
"You need to stand up to House," Forman told the girl, "otherwise you won't make it through the week."
"I'll remember that."
House arrived at 10:05, Cuddy was waiting by the reception desk arms crossed and her foot tapping on the tile. "You're late," She told him.
"Had to set my hair," House told her.
"Your student has been here since nine," Cuddy pointed out.
"Well that'll teach her to show up early," House said as he tried to get around Cuddy.
She steeped in front of him and handed him a file.
"What's this?"
"Thirty-one year old male admitted because of a seizure he has no history of neurological problems," Cuddy told him.
"So," House asked, "do a CT scan and leave me alone."
"We already did," Cuddy said handing the films to House, "He's clean, no tumors no abnormalities, nothing."
"Again I don't care," House argued, "it's boring."
"Take the case," Cuddy told him. "I don't care if it's boring, you need to let Geri see what it is you do."
House yanked the file from Cuddy, "This kid is more trouble than she's worth."
"And now she's your problem," Cuddy told him flatly as she headed back towards her office.
When she entered the room Lon looked up at her, "Did he take the case?"
"After much kicking and screaming, yes," Cuddy sighed and collapsed into her chair.
"That's amazing," Lon said, "I cant get Geri to do anything unless she actually wants to."
"You have to be firm, a leader," Cuddy said and grinned, "and when that doesn't work, bribe them."
House pushed open the door to the conference room and hung the films on the light board. "Luke, tell me what this is."
Cameron, Chase, and Foreman looked at each other trying to figure out who 'Luke' was. Geri rolled her eyes, "Well Yoda, it looks like a brain."
"Wrong," House snapped, "Three years of college and this is what I get. It is a picture of a brain. If you want to see an actual brain we can go down to the morgue and cut up a dead person, but that isn't going to help us diagnose this guy." He tossed the file onto the table and popped a pill. "Thirty-one, male, admitted because of a seizure, what do we do?"
Geri shrugged, "CT scan and get a patient history?"
"How," House asked.
"I think the preferred method is a MRI machine," Geri said.
House looked at Geri for a moment, then turned to Cameron. "Go do the history, and take the girl with you."
Cameron scooped up the file and left the room with Geri only a few steps behind her. House turned to the remaining doctors, "Well what do you think of her."
"I cant believe you told her to wear that," Foreman observed, "Cuddy will have your head when she finds out."
"Any slightly more chipper remarks Chase?"
Chase stirred his coffee, "Her sense of humor is a lot like yours, but she's not as cynical as you."
"Fifty bucks says I can change that in one week," House grinned.
Foreman turned angrily to House, "You're betting on whether or not you can warp her mind in a week!?!"
"If you don't think I can do it take the bet," House said not caring.
"You're on."
"Do you remember Katy from yesterday?" Wilson asked Jane.
"Yes," Jane said in confusion.
"She's about to go into surgery," Wilson explained, "as a rule I usually watch when a patient is in the OR, do you want to come with me?"
Jane nodded, "I'd be happy to."
Wilson gestured for her to follow him and headed toward the operating rooms.
Jane followed him inwardly cringing. She really wanted to be a doctor, it had been her dream ever since she had broken her leg in the third grade, the ER doctor had been so nice and young Jane had loved the idea of helping people. She just hated the sight of blood. Now she had agreed to watch a surgery, there was no way she was going to be able to manage it without fainting.
As they entered the observation room above the operating table Wilson saw Jane's clenched jaw, "Is something wrong."
Jane tried to unclench and shook her head then turned to face the window.
Wilson cast a doubtful look at his student and then nodded to the surgeon.
Below them the surgeon saw the gesture and made the first incision.
"Is there any history of cardiac problems in your family?" Cameron asked.
James Braun shook his head, "No, both of my parents were perfectly healthy until the day they died."
Geri was bored. She and Cameron had been down here for thirty minutes asking questions to this man and as far as Geri could tell his life had been lived with one of those perfect family's from a fifties TV show, trips to important historical sites every summer and all.
"How about any cancer," Cameron asked.
"I'm sorry could you repeat that," Mr. Braun asked
Cameron frowned and repeated the question a little louder.
"I still can't understand you," Mr. Braun told her.
Geri cocked her head to the side and frowned, it sounded as if he had slurred his last word.
Cameron repeated herself again still louder.
"I cant see out of my left eye," the man said panicking. The slur was now more definite and Mr. Braun pushed himself out of his chair. Half a second later he was on the ground unconscious, and Cameron was calling for a nurse.
