A.N. Okay, this is my first attempt at a house fanfic so please stick with me. Alrighty, now that I am hooked on the show, its time to show it.

Warning: Loosely slash, nothing abhorrent, but just be warned.
P.S. Teaser chapter. Though it's the first chapter there won't be much to it since I'm writing it at school during my free time. Hope it draws you in…have a cookie.

Anathema

Chapter one

Stranger reality

It was never a virtue of House's, patience; it was like forking at a stubborn pea on a smooth circular placement of china. If he could get away with it he wouldn't even associate with his patients, but unfortunately for him that wasn't an option. The repugnant reek of wit was always in his possession, and always in his use.

"Another one?" Dr. Gregory House lifted the navy blue folder to both hands and peered inside, a medical case staring him in the face with all its fancy terms, "all this helping of people really starts to cut back on my 'me' time."

"Ten year old boy," Wilson sustained his conscience, ignoring the cool drollness of his old time friend, "came in this morning. So far all it seems to be is nothing more than a stomach ache, I was told he drank some milk and started to get sick."

"Who brought him in, the milk man?" House beat in. Wilson rolled his eyes lightly.

"No, his mother did." He retorted and watched as House placed the folder to balance in his palm, open pages. He shifted his weight from his dumb leg to the strong one, picking up his cane from its lean and resting his palm on the rounded apex.

"Why are you bringing the case to me? I'm honored you see me qualified for a stomach ache and all…"

"Humorous." Wilson lowered his hand to the smooth end of the counter, "The boy has been here a number of times, with similar symptoms, all involving something to do with the digestive system."

"Could be Malabsorption, a low tolerance for milk and wheat products—"

"There's no signs of that, he came in once from eating chicken even. Says so in the folder."

House was silent a moment staring at a page, "You're literate, when'd this happen?" House folded his fingers, the folder shutting in his grasp, in return, Wilson giving him a look.

"Fine, if you think there really is something wrong with the kid we'll run some tests," Greg turned the folder back over to Wilson, who took it with a perplexed look.

"What? You think there's something wrong," raising to a full stand, House started to the door, "Ergo, we do tests. It's a doctor thang." With that he opened the door, a wag of his eyebrows towards Wilson in a mocking manner before taking his leave. The silvery tan haired male peered down at the folder in his hand, a thought or two blessing his mind.

"Every time…" Wilson mused to himself out loud before following House's retreat out the door into the bright glaze of the hospitals corridors.

Fin, so far—that's all I got, but I want to see if I get any reviews before I go on. Review if you want to see more!