It is not mine, in any shape, form, or kind. I only compose the words I utter

The words I chose to enfold are from a poem of another.

'There was one who was famed for the number of things

He forgot when he entered the ship:

His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,

And the clothes he had bought for the trip.

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,

With his name painted clearly on each:

But, since he omitted to mention the fact,

They were all left behind on the beach.

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because

He had seven coats on when he came,

With three pairs of boots—but the worst of it was

He had wholly forgotten his name.'

The Hunting of the Snark, By Lewis Carroll

Lisa Cuddy, Hospital Administrator, looked at the new Acting Interim Director of Immunology and inwardly sighed in lust and envy. During the course of the last three hours, she had battled her way through rush hour traffic to greet the new addition to her staff at the airport, and had attempted to acuminate Dr. Albert Peter Culum Wendum to his new surroundings at Princeton Plains Teaching Hospital. Cuddy, who was not only been impressed by the new director's credentials, had been also pleasantly surprised to discover he was an incredibly good looking man. She had also been well aware of the stares she and Wendum had received as they had strolled through the corridors visiting the various facilities of the hospital.

'Where the hell have they been keeping you all my life?' thought Cuddy as she looked again at his chiseled features and prayed she was not panting aloud. They were just finishing the usual first day on the job forms, when Cuddy asked, 'What made you decide to come to America, Dr. Wendum?'

'Change of scenery,' he answered in a rich, well-defined voice which was enhanced by a public school English accent. 'But, once my sabbatical is concluded, I shall return to my own hospital, hopefully a smarter and wiser man.' Wendum finished reading the document in his hand and bent to sign his name for the fifty-second time that morning. As he bowed he head towards the paper, blonde hair fell forward partially obscuring his face.

Cuddy smiled as Wendum looked up at her with grey eyes and handed her the papers.

'There you are Dr. Cuddy, all in order I believe.'

'Thank you Dr. Wendum.' Cuddy could not stop herself from smiling every time she looked at him.

Wendum return the smile brightly, 'You may call me Albert if you like, or Culum. I'm afraid I answer to both, so either one will do. Besides, I am used to informal address among my fellow colleagues.'

Cuddy laughed as she rose from her chair. 'I'm afraid everyone here goes by last names. In fact, there are doctors on the staff who I don't think actually have a first name.'

Wendum laughed lightly as he stood and moved to open the office door for Cuddy.

'Thank you,' smiled Cuddy again raking her eyes over his handsome features. Inwardly, Cuddy cursed herself as she led Wendum towards the elevators. She felt as giddy as a schoolgirl with a first crush.

'First, we'll go to the Immunology department and get you settled into your new office, and then there is an introduction meeting planned for noon.' They stopped outside of the lift where Wendum pushed the call button before Cuddy had the opportunity to even extend her hand. 'There of course you will meet the other department heads and meet with everyone you will be working with directly.'

'Sounds lovely,' answered Wendum as the elevator doors slid open. Standing back, he allowed Cuddy to enter before him.

'You are going to be a hit here with manners like yours,' declared Cuddy trying not to grin at his gallantry.

'Breed into me really, nothing I can do about it.' There was a wink of mischief in Wendum's grey eyes as he glanced at Cuddy.

Just as he was about to follow Cuddy into the lift, Wendum became aware of a young woman with a young child in her arms strolling quickly towards the elevator. Standing aside and placing his hand over the door to ensure it remained opened, he allowed them to enter. Once inside, he turned to Cuddy.

'Floor?' Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the young woman with the child.

'Third.'

Wendum turned to the mother and child. 'Floor?'

Just as the young woman took a breath to answer, Cuddy cut in. 'Dr. Cameron is already supposed to be on the third floor actually.'

Cameron turned red at Cuddy's tone and glanced sideways at Wendum. 'Sorry, the baby was cranky this morning, and just as we were about to leave she spit up, so we both had to change.'

Cuddy gave Cameron a disparaging look as the lift doors opened and she and Wendum stepped out. 'Take her to the nursery Cameron and get right back down here.'

Cameron nodded, as she stepped back into the lift and punched the floor for the nursery. As the doors slid closed, she gave the new doctor a polite nod.

'Absolutely lovely,' said Wendum once Cameron was gone.

'Yes,' agreed Cuddy, 'she really is beautiful.'

'And you say she works on this floor?'

The question threw Cuddy; the consternation evident on her face. 'Who, Cameron or the baby?'

Wendum smiled in embarrassment as he realized he and Cuddy were referring to two different people. 'I was referring to the mother actually.'

'Oh, you meant Dr. Cameron.' Cuddy began walking towards to doors labeled Department of Immunology, followed by Wendum. 'She is a member of your staff actually.' Cuddy gave him a side long glance as she wondered if she should warn him Cameron was very much off limits.

'Really?' asked Wendum raising an eyebrow, 'she's an immunologist?'

'One of the best actually,' came Cuddy's reply as she guided him to the door and stopped. 'It became a sort of obsession with her after her husband died.' Turning away from Wendum Cuddy indicated the glass walled rooms beyond the doors. 'Here are your offices. The one on the left is yours'; right is Dr. Cameron's, then there is Winslow and Bowman. The rest you can pretty much see for yourself, so if you think you'll be okay on your own, I'll leave you here and let you get settled.'

Nodding politely, Cuddy turned to leave as Dr. Wendum started to enter his new department.

'One more thing, if I may,' called Wendum after her, 'Dr. Cameron, what is her first name?'

'Allison.' replied Cuddy as warning bells began to sound somewhere deep within her mind.

'He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late--

And it drove the poor Bellman half mad--

He could only bake Bride cake- -for which, I may state,

No materials were to be had.'

The Hunting of the Snark byLewis Carroll

Dr. James Wilson pushed opened the door of his friend's office and laughed to himself. Stretched out in a lounger, with a gameboy falling from his hand was Dr. Gregory House, fast asleep and snoring lightly. He looked so peaceful in fact; Wilson was tempted not even to bother him.

'House wake up,' called Wilson as he stood over the chair, looking down at the slumbering figure.

'House' called Wilson louder as he realized there were iPod headphones hanging out of House's ears.

'Go away' came a sleepy reply.

'Get up now, we have a meeting'

'Why?' asked House, trying his best to ignore Wilson.

Reaching down, Wilson pulled a headphone from House's ear to insure House heard his next words. 'Word has it every female in the building is already drooling over the new immunologist.'

Opening his eyes, House looked up at Wilson and made a mocking face as he pulled the other earphone from his ear, 'Is little Jimmy afraid he has competition for the attention of the nurses, or is he interested in the nice immunologist for other reasons?'

Dismissing the barb, Wilson crossed the room and sat as House stood and stretched.

'I just want to see what all the talk is about. They said Cuddy was drooling on him.'

'Good, she needs to get laid,' yawned House loudly as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a Vicodin.

Wilson sat quietly for a second, watching as House moved behind his desk, trying to rub sleep from his eyes. 'You look awful.'

'Thank you.'

'Did Emma keep you up all night?'

Picking up his coffee mug, House sniffed it in consideration. Deciding it wasn't drinkable; he grabbed his cane and headed towards the conference room coffeemaker.

'Cameron had to work late, so the little bugger escaped from her crib and slept in my lap.'

'What's wrong with that?' asked Wilson moving to stand in the doorway of the conference room.

'She insisted on laying across my leg and I couldn't get to my Vicodin.' House emptied his coffee cup into the sink and began to rinse it of the dredges of its previous contents.

'Why didn't you move her or tuck her back in her bed?'

'I didn't want to hear her scream,' answered House nonchalantly as he poured himself a new cup of coffee. 'Once that kid gets wound up, she doesn't stop. I keep telling Cameron the coast guard is going to call us to borrow the baby.'

House turned to find his friends grinning broadly and trying not to laugh. 'The coast guard, what would the coast guard want with Emma?'

House took a sip of his freshly poured coffee, 'to warn the ships in the fog.'

Wilson laughed loudly.

Ignoring Wilson, House leaned heavily on his cane and made his way back to his desk. Once there he seated himself, throwing his leg over the corner of his desk.

'Don't settle in,' said Wilson quickly, 'we have to attend Cuddy's meet and greet at noon.'

'You mean greet and eat' replied House sardonically.

'That makes us sounds like cannibals,' Wilson grimaced as he turned to prepare to leave. 'Get up Greg; you know you have to attend this thing.'

House let his leg drop to the floor, and gave Wilson his best pouting expression. 'But, I don't feel like human today.'

Opening the office door, Wilson stood waiting for House. 'Don't you want to come and check out the new, handsome, young English doctor who is going to be working with your young and beautiful wife?'

'You know Jimmy,' House grabbed his cane and headed for the door, 'I suddenly feel a bit carnivorous.'

'The last of the crew need especial remark

Though he looked an incredible dunce:

He had just one idea—but, that one being "Snark"

The good Bellman engaged him at once.'

Hunting of the Snark, by Lewis Carroll

Author's note:

Thanks for the names. She is Emma because that was one of the few names my merry ban couldn't make a tastless joke about combined with the name House (thank you,to the one who suggested Emma). As for the breastfeeding, I honestly don't remember when they stop. It seems they still take bottles after one, so Cameron being Cameron would probably be in the weening process. And yes, being doctors that probably do know all about birth control, but who among us have... well...gotten caught off guard.

I fried the modem in my computer today, so it may be a bit before I can borrow a laptop or upload again. sorry, I will try to get it fixed ASAP. Ta for now. CBB