"Mooooom, I'm going to be late," Elizabeth whinged, and Allison shook her head, smoothing down the front of her crème coloured blouse. "Well you're not going to be any earlier standing here."
"It's snowing though, it'll take me twenty minutes." The teenager exclaimed, as though her mom knew nothing. "Well then you'll get cold wont you Lizzie, I'm going to be late for work, it will not take you twenty minutes, your school is five minutes away, now get going young lady." Lizzie tightened up her brightly coloured scarf, muffling what she was saying to her mother.
Allison cringed as the front door slammed, her daughter was definitely beginning to enter the moody teenage years, sighing she picked up her car keys making her way out to her car, Greg's bike wasn't on the driveway as he had left early to go to work something that nearly gave Allison a heart attack when she'd realized, thinking that House had gone to annoy Wilson before finally making his way to his own office.
She revved up the engine, trying to heat the car up quickly and made her way to the hospital.
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House took a sip of coffee and spat it out, glaring at the three doctors surrounding him, "Who made the coffee this morning?" He growled.
They all looked at one another, avoiding House, "I'm going with how this coffee tastes so much like mud, and actually has the same consistency it was you wasn't it Morgan?" The young woman sat up straighter in the chair staring at him wide eyes from under a mane of slightly frizzy brown hair, she was pretty in a book smart way, with large almond shaped eyes, and a splash of freckles across her round nose. "Why would my coffee taste like mud? How would you know what mud tastes like anyway?"
"Well, you haven't denied that it was you who made it did you?" House asked smarmily completely ignoring her other question. The two remaining doctors both remained quite, shuffling in their seats hoping House would ignore them. "Michael can make the coffee from now on, go on chop chop."
Standing up and groaning the young man stood up and went to the coffee machine while House took this time to observe the new case that had been thrust upon him this morning by his last subordinate Adam Williams, he turned to the freckle faced doctor.
"Why is this case interesting to me?" He asked, despite his over all youthful appearance Williams was the most forceful and opinionated one of the group, already conflicting with House on several occasions. "Because we're bored, we haven't had a case in two months, and I've run out of crosswords."
"No, I said why it is interesting to me, are you deaf?" He handed the file to Michael in exchange for his red cup of coffee. "It is interesting, but I want to know why, no differential diagnosis until you tell me kiddies."
The phone rang next to him and he pointed to Morgan with his cane, "Get the phone."
"You're sitting right there!" She exclaimed.
"But Daddy is grumpy without his coffee, now get the phone." He said, taking a sip of coffee, "Just like Allison used to make it."
He didn't bother listening to the conversation that was taking place on the phone instead chuckling inside as the other two studied the case so closely their noses were brushing the paper. "House," Morgan whispered, "Docotor Cuddy was just on the phone." Williams and Michael looked up from the file, the tone of Morgan's voice catching their interest.
"What did she want?" House asked, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on end. "Your daughter-" House leaped up, as best a person with a cane could leap up and was inches away from Morgan, towering over her small frame, "Get to the point quickly."
"She was hit by a car." House stormed out the room the doors slamming behind him.
"Did know he cared so much about anyone." Michael said, pouring his own cup of coffee while Morgan turned to him, her face pale from House's close encounter, "I didn't even know he had a daughter."
Dun Dun Dun...i suppose this is where to story kicks off, hope your enjoying it.