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As she watched House move across the room with his familiar uneven gate and delicate stride, Robin couldn't help but notice the subtle look of enjoyment and interest when he came across the piano that had been placed in the center of the room. Having a seat upon the piano bench the diagnostician sighed to himself before closing his eyes a moment and resting one hand upon the damaged thigh and the other over the keys.

Oh, I hope he plays something.

Hearing the little girl part of her subconscious speak in such a way made Robin blush slightly as a smooth, soft melody reached her ears. Looking up towards the piano, Robin couldn't help but smile at the scene before her. With every slight touch of the 88 black and white keys House became subdued, lost within his own world made up entirely of melody.

I had know idea he even knew how to play. Well, it wasn't like they were particularly close. After all, she had only known this man for a short time but, with the constant stream of rumors floating around and the fantasies of meeting the mysterious doctor kept in the back of her mind, Robin felt as though she had known Doctor House for years.

However, in the middle of her day dreams the music stopped and House got up from the piano and limped quickly (or as quick as he could) over to the couch. Walking over to his side Robin had a seat beside her patient while he began to rub his leg in silence.

"What ever you were about to say…don't."

Robin was a bit taken back by this comment, however, under the circumstances she chose to let this comment slide for the time being deciding to try another approach.

"You play beautifully…the piano, (pause) I've never heard such beautiful music."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Robin."

The use of her first name was surprising to Robin as she arched an eye brow while continuing to stare at the man before her. Smiling to himself, House opened one eye while raising both hands over his head to stretch. Luckily, the pain in his leg had subsided and he was able to do this without a care in the world.

"I hope you don't mind if I use your first name considering that we are going to be seeing a lot of each other while I'm here."

"No, not at all, its just…unexpected."

At this comment House smirked to himself while trying to suppress a laugh. He was not surprised by this reaction especially considering the fact that he had developed quite a reputation around the hospital for being a jerk. However, at this time, House wasn't in the mood to think about his past so instead he looked up at the woman sitting next to him and sighed.

"I'll bet, considering what the nurses have been saying about me for years."

"They think you're a wise guy who doesn't care about anyone but himself. But, I think their wrong. (changing the subject) So, when did you learn how to play the piano?"

Quick to catch the change, House understood what his nurse was doing and didn't question it. After scratching his chin with his thumb and forefinger the crippled malcontent relented while turning to look Robin in the eye. She was an attractive woman, he had to admit that to himself but the fact that she was a nurse meant that their relationship could never be anything but professional.

"Its not going to work."

"What?"

"I know what your trying to do and it won't work. You think you can befriend me with simple small talk and asking about my personal life but that won't change the fact…(sigh) oh, what the hell, I don't care anymore. Besides, hostility is over rated."

Hearing House admit defeat so quickly stunned Robin but she knew it was only because he had nowhere else to go. Then, another question passed through her mind. Why was this man so willing to change now when according to his friend Doctor Wilson, House had been addicted to pain killers for years?

You know why.

She did. It was the same reason that all of the people she had worked with in the past had decided to drop their addictive behaviors and change. Something, something in their life had changed making it impossible for them to carry on with the way things are. So, the question was now, what in doctor House's life had changed?

"That was a quick turn around."

"Yeah well, if I want to get out of here clean I might as well make nice with the nurse in charge of my care…but, there's only one problem with that logic."

"And what is that?"

Without missing a beat, House furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes so that the only thing in his line of vision was Robin. A sly mysterious grin spread out across his face before the diagnostician spoke with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I hate nurses! (Pause) Well, maybe I'd be able to make an exception for you."

"Why me?"

At this question, House looked down at the floor a moment before replying in an audible whisper that Robin could hear perfectly.

"Because…I trust you."