Don't own House/ David Shore characters.

Throwing Paper

part1

A crumpled orange ball of paper flies through the air, hits the wall, and drops down to the floor next to a silver cylinder.

Chase picks up another paper. He looks at the paper. The orange and water stains have made the only the name readable.

Howard Orenstein. Poor bloke.

Chase crumples up the CV and throws it towards the garbage can. The paper falls just short and joins the six other crumpled orange papers on the ground. Whether it be fate or dumb luck, all those CV's had one thing in common. They were so soaked by orange juice and sprinkler water, that the writing had become illegible.

Only seventy six more CV's to go.

"Air ball!"

Chase groans. He didn't need to look to see who was behind him.

"Pouring coffee on your CV's is no way to eliminate candidates," House says as he picks up a CV from the pile. "Asking me is. This one's no good!" He takes the resume rips it in half, crumples it up and throws it into the trash.

"Swoosh!" House cheers, throwing his hands up into the air.

"Hey! I could actually read that one!" Chase protests.

The door slams open. Turner, Lesley, and what's left of the candidates enter the room.

"Labs are normal, but the patient still has a one hundred and six temperature," says Lesley

Chase notices that the candidates are all whispering and elbowing each other in his direction. He checks his lab coat to see if he has some hideous stain on it.

House rolls his eyes. "Don't any of you try to slip your CV into his pile!" The prospects snap to attention. "I sign the checks. If I see any of scampering after blondie, you're out!"

House grabs all of Chase's CV's, and tosses them out the door, and into the hallway. Everyone looks at him wide-eyed in stunned silence.

"Get your own office to hire staff. Don't come back here with anymore CV's if you don't want me picking for you."

"Are you detoxing?" Chase asks dumbfounded.

Chase hid in the last place he knew House would be, the clinic. He spread out all the CV's over a examine table, dividing them into piles. He sits on the bed, feet dangling over the side as he looks one over

Zhang Tran

Specialty: Cardiology

University of Illinois. Graduated 1998

He shakes his head as his mind wanders. Why does he even bother being surprised anymore by House's actions? Though, throwing his CV's out into the hall way seemed a bit extreme, even for House.

What was up with that? He wonders what House game is playing, or if he was just grumpy. Other than calling him names, House had relatively ignored Chase since his return to diagnostics. House has a reason for everything, even if the only reason is for his own amusement.

Chase sighs. Just when he thinks he is starting to understand House's intentions, he pulls something that makes Chase think he's nothing more than a mean old Scrooge.

Accomplishments

Third degree black belt in Jujitsu

"That could help with dealing with House," muses Chase.

The door swings open. Cuddy enters the room.

"This is one of our clinic rooms…Dr. Chase. I didn't know this room was being used."

Chase quickly jumps off the bed. "I was… looking for a quiet place to…"

"This is one of our new clinic doctors, Dr. Valera- Casey. She just started today."

The last person Chase expects to see wearing a lab coat enters the room.

"You're a doctor?"

Rebecca raises her eyebrows, and gives him an amused smile.

"Medical degree and all."

"You two know each other?" Cuddy asks, surprised.

"Old friends."

"Really? How?"

Before either of them can answer, Nurse Brenda appears at the door frame. "Dr. Cuddy, your needed in intensive care immediately."

"I'll be there in a minute," Cuddy says, waving her off, her curiosity overcoming her professionalism at the moment.

"It's Dr. House. The family of his patient is threatening to sue, if he does an experimental procedure on the patient."

Cuddy let out a sigh. She turns to Rebecca.

"Thank you, Dr. Cuddy for showing me around, perhaps Dr…Chase, would like to take over?"

Cuddy forgetting that Chase is using a clinic room to hide, quickly exits to deal with House's latest crisis.

"So you come here often?"

"Not when I can help it," Chase replies. They giggle. "I'm surprised to see you again."

"More surprised, than finding out I'm old enough to be a doctor?"

Chase blushes with embarrassment. He's gotten that same reaction, more times then he'd like. Whenever someone commented on how young he looks, he always thought that they were questioning his qualifications.

"No. Obviously, you're wise beyond your years."

Rebecca chuckles, "Good answer. So…" Rebecca looks around. "How about you show me the cafeteria?"

Chase watches as Rebecca takes a huge bite out of a sloppy joe, and promptly spits it out.

"Ew gross! That's worst than Oakland General!"

Chase grins, "I tried to warn you."

"Proven technique. In order to see how bad the hospital food is, you get the nastiest thing on the menu and try it out."

"I thought the yellow chicken gravy looked worst."

"I'm not suicidal." Rebecca takes a swig of water and gargles her mouth before swallowing it. "Looks like I'm brown bagging my lunch from now on."

"Or you could just stay away from the daily special." They both laugh. "So is that where you're from, Oakland?"

"No that's where I did my internship," Rebecca replies. "After that, I worked in the ER at UC San Francisco."

"Why didn't you get a job in the ER?"

Rebecca looks down at her food, for the first time in their conversation. "I wanted a job with steadier hours, you know no nights, no weekends." She flashes Chase a disarming smile, but he sense there is more to her story than wanting a regular nine to five job.

"You should ask for your own office," Rebecca says, casually.

"What. Why?" Chase asks, surprised at the suggestion. Clearly she wants to divert the conversation.

"I think you need it. I wouldn't want to share my office with someone who throws my important documents out the window."

"He threw it out in the hallway." Chase says defensively.

"Like that's better?"

Chase contemplates what she said.

"Having some privacy would be nice, but Cuddy would never go for it."

"Why not? You never know what you can get out of life, if you don't ask."

Chase shrugs.

Rebecca rolls her eyes. "Come on. What's the worst she say. 'No, go do your differentials in the janitor's closet?'"

Chase burst out laughing.

"What?" Rebecca gives him a confused look.

"Nothing." Chase sees Foreman "What's he still doing here?"

"Dr. Forman? I met him. He's the new head of the clinic."

Chase spits out his drink all over the table.

"Hey!" Rebecca takes a napkin and wipes off her wet hands. "I think you're CV's have been through enough."

tbc

My first fan fic. Please r&r! All criticisms appreciated.

Question: What do you guys think of the title. I've got to say, I'm not really feeling it anymore?