Here's the next chapter. I've written the next one, so it's just a matter of posting it. WHEN I post it will be up to you. In other words, review!
Monday popped up unexpectedly for the doctors. Mainly because they hadn't thought Cuddy was serious. But when she ushered them all over to Dr Dumbbell's clinic they began to protest.
"We don't need-"
"Dr Cuddy, don't you think-"
"Well, I must say-"
"Can we just go in, pleeease?"
"Aw, come on mom!"
"Shut up all of you and just get inside!" Cuddy growled at them before stepping back to open the door. The little silver bell that was sticky taped to the door jingled gaily. Surprisingly, that didn't convince them to enter. It was Cuddy's murderous expression that did the trick. One by one the Ducklings and Wilson entered with their tails between their legs. House, however, remained outside. All those years of putting up with Cuddy made him immune to her threats.
"Lovely day," he said brightly. Cuddy simply shrugged, which surprised House.
"Fine, suit yourself." She said indifferently. "I just thought you might enjoy talking with this doctor, that's all." She said, putting particular emphasis on 'talking'. House caught on straight away. For a few seconds he stood still, a battle raging in his chest. Give in, or don't give in? Eventually he chose to give in, convincing himself he would have a good time at the expense of this Dumbbell man.
As he hobbled through the dor he turned back to Cuddy. "He's not even a real doctor, anyway." He said with his nose in the air.
Cuddy rolled her eyes and followed him inside.
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All six doctors entered the waiting room. House made a beeline for the cushy loveseat at the back of the room, leaving the others to choose one of the many hard plastic chairs around the edges.
But as House was making his way over to the loveseat he saw a long brown ponytail whip past him, in the direction of his couch.
"Oh no you don't" he said menacingly, taking a swing at Cameron with his cane. With a dull 'clunk' it made contact with her hipbone.
With a yelp Cameron fell into a nearby chair, holding her hip while shooting murderous looks at her boss, who glided over to the loveseat with a frustratingly smug expression on his face.
Foreman and Chase found chairs on one wall, with the latter sitting beside the immunologist who was now buried in a woman's magazine. Cuddy sat on the wall opposite them, and Wilson sat in a corner.
For ten painful minutes they waited for Dr Dumbbell in silence. Just as House began searching his coat for his peashooter, a stocky, balding man with wispy grey hair entered the waiting room. There was a collective sigh of relief as House abandoned his search.
"Good morning. I'm Dr Dumbbell." The man greeted them. "Am I correct in assuming you're the doctors from Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital?" There was a murmur of assent around the otherwise empty room. "No," House yelled rudely.
Dr Dumbbell peered at him for a moment before glancing around at the others. He nodded.
"Well, I would like to assess you as a group before commencing the individual sessions. Just to see how you interact together. From what Dr Cuddy has told me that would be a VERY good idea." He murmured, consulting the file in his hands. Five pairs of eyes glared at Cuddy, who smiled sheepishly.
"Let's go, then," Dumbbell said, indicating the door from which he emerged earlier. Slowly the doctors filed out. Cuddy approached Dr Dumbbell. "About the bill-" She began. House let out a wolf whistle from behind her, prompting sniggers from Chase.
"That's ok, just speak to my secretary afterwards," Dr Dumbbell said, pointing to the timid looking lady at a desk by the front door. Cuddy glared at House as they all entered the psychologist's office.
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