Disclaimer: Hugh Laurie and I have late night slumber parties where we drag out Twister and Jack Daniels ! Only a stupid ass would believe that and only a stupid ass would believe that I own House…
"What did you mean?" He asked as he stepped into examination room number three.
"House, I'm with a patient." She stated, drawing blood from the attractive young man on the table before her. Instead of replying with a smart sneer he instead took a seat on the stool next to the door, placing his cane between his legs and resting both his hands on the handle. Her hands shook slightly as she withdrew the needle from the man whose stare was set on House whose gaze was set on her. "Need a cigarette?" He asked, leaning back against the wall and smirking as she gave him a glare.
"Why would you think that?" She asked, placing the syringe on the table beside her and bandaging the man.
"You're shaking." He stated, staring at said hands. "Either my presence is getting to you or you want to smoke."
"How observant of you." She spat, focusing all her attention now on appearing nonchalant.
"You smoke?" The young man asked as he watched her finish her task.
"Ironic isn't it?" House asked, standing and coming to stand on the other side of the man as Cameron turned her back to store the sample.
"Not really." The man shrugged. "Half the world does it, why is it unconceivable that some of that half be doctors?"
"You're putting words into my mouth, I never said that it was inconceivable." House replied as Cameron turned to face the both of them, chart in hand.
"You call roll your sleeve back down, come back in a week for the results." She instructed the patient.
"And I never said that it was ironic." The man told House as he jumped off the examination table and left the room.
"Smart ass." House mumbled before carefully jumping onto the exam table and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Cameron asked, leaning her back against the counter.
"I'm here for my physical." He replied, throwing his button down on the counter and reaching for the hem of his Strokes t-shirt.
"Don't." She halted him, reaching out and taking his wrist to which he immediately caught her gaze.
"Why not? You're a doctor, right? Pretend like I'm another patient instead of your boss."
"I can't do that." She replied, removing her hand from him.
"And why not?" He smirked. "Can't handle my sexy body?"
"Sure." She replied, returning to the counter to look at her chart. "I have twenty other patients before noon and you're taking time away that I could be helping them."
"I'll leave as soon as you answer my question."
"What question?" She sighed, looking down at her feet.
"What did you mean by it?" He repeated.
"Could you be any more vague?"
"Could you be any more forgetful?" He replied, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on top of his button down, smiling inwardly at her widened eyes. "Each time you avoid my question I lose an article of clothing." He informed her. "I am in no way bashful. Now, what did you mean?" Her only response was to walk towards the door, head down to avoid staring at his chest any longer than she already had. Like this morning however he managed to push the door shut in front of her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back inside the exam room.
Her eyes widened at his statement for only a moment before she took the seat he had vacated on the exam table and brought her hands to rest on either side of her on it. He, in response, leaned back against the door, flinching slightly at the feel of the cool metal on his warm skin. "What's your angle?" He barked, willing her downcast eyes to his, and suprisingly she did.
"If I stay quiet you'll get bored and leave." She stated.
"I will?" He asked, limping over to take a seat next to her on the table. His bare shoulder coming into full contact with hers, the heat emanating from him burning through her lab coat, causing goosebumps to arise over her body. "The way I see it, your silence only makes me more curious. If you were to be straight forward I would be bored." She sighed in response, her shoulders slumping forward as she contemplated what to say next.
"What do you want answered? I only recall you asking one question." She asked, turning her neck to face him.
"Why you started smoking is for another time, I want to know what you meant in the bathroom."
"I thought it was pretty self-explanatory."
"Quit being cute." He barked. "Just answer the damn question." He turned his head to meet her gaze, his eyes seeming to bore into her soul.
"It kills you doesn't it?" She spat. "You have to know everything about people just so you can throw their failures back in their face!"
"How would you know?" He replied as she jumped off the table, removing his cane from the door and unlocking it before turning to face him to reply.
"You hate that you know nothing." She spat. "Either you hate not knowing or you hate caring about the people you know nothing about. The realization either motivates you or kills you and you can't decide which so you hurt people to convince them that you have a hold on them. You know nothing about me and I like that so I guess you'll just have to suffer." She stormed out the door, leaving a stunned House in her wake.
"Hey!" He exclaimed in after thought, grabbing his t-shirt and cane and limping out the door to the nurse's station where she was now standing, flipping through another chart. "Are you pregnant?" He asked as he pulled on his shirt, avoiding the blatant whispering of three nurses.
"House!" She exclaimed, grabbing a clipboard and storming towards the waiting room.
"You know when you exclaim like that it's usually followed with a sentence." He remarked as he stepped up next to her.
"Gregory Howard." She called as an attractive forty-something stood to his feet and walked towards them. "This way." She directed him to follow her and couldn't help but wince as she heard House limp along behind them. "Give us just a moment." She told the patient, pulling an off-guard House into the room and locking the door behind her. "I am not pregnant, I haven't been laid as you so delicately put it this morning since my husband died, I do not have cancer, I am not on my period, I did not have split personalities, and I do not want to talk about what is wrong with me. I plan on asking Cuddy for two weeks of clinic duty due to the fact that you are more than capable of handling any patients with Chase and Foreman. Unless you feel that you can not diagnose anything without an immunologist then I will be more than happy to give you my opinion on it from down here. But I am highly doubtful that you need me, so please just leave me alone." She opened the door and waved her hand towards it, refusing to meet his undoubtedly angry eyes.
"You need to feel needed?" He asked as he limped towards the door, stopping to tilt her chin up to face him. "As you wish."
"Come on in Mr. Howard." She sighed as she watched House retreat towards the nurse's station.
A/N: What do you think? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Brownie points to whoever can tell me where House's last statement originated from.