Alright! This is me, Trenity170 typing up a chapter for the odd story my friend has concocted. Supposedly I'm cynical, so that makes me good at being House… I guess… Any who, here we go…

Gregory House was almost free. One foot out the automatic sliding door, the other just about to follow, yes, he was almost free. But the keyword there is almost.

"HOUSE!"

As soon as he heard his name he froze for a brief second and in that moment his doom was written. Trying his hardest to make it look like he didn't hear the frightening noise he kept his stony gaze ahead of him.

"HOUSE! Don't you dare take another step! Get back here!"

The voice was calling at him again and he groaned, gritting his teeth as he turned slowly, facing his doom. His eyes darted quickly away from it but he had made eye contact… it knew he was doomed.

"Did you think you could leave without finishing up those three hours of Clinic duty you still owe me?"

The person who was nagging him was Doctor Cuttie. One hand rested on her hip, the other was clenched in a fist, her knuckles nearly glowing. The toe of one shoe was beating a tattoo in the tile floor of the walk- in clinic.

"No… me? Try to get out of clinic duty? Do you really not know me that well?" he asked incredulously. She just smiled back, not in any way amused.

"Very funny, just get in there!" She nearly cried out, pointed one manicured finger at the doors of the clinic. Bored, House looked over at where she was pointing. Sitting on the chairs outside the rooms were various sick people, most of whom were coughing.

"Don't you know it's rude to point?"

"Listen, just do these THREE SHORT HOURS and you'll be done with Clinic duty for the ENTIRE WEEK!"

"Hm… fascinating!"

"What?" Dr. Cuttie was suddenly taken aback by his outburst of "fascinating" and looked over at him, confused.

"I didn't know you could control time! You can make hours shorter! How about days?" he asked her, his fake enthusiasm wearing at her patience. It was only seconds later that she noticed that he was already making a break for the door, popping a pill into the mouth to be ground to oblivion.

"He… escaped…" she trailed off, watching him head off on his way to his car.

"He'll do that," an amiable voice said behind her.

"Ah! Doctor Wilson, just the man I wanted to see… I'll have to deal with House later," she muttered the last part off darkly then looked over at him, smiling.

"Hm? Why exactly do you want to see me?"

"I'm going to be bringing a few more people to help out House and the Clinic," she explained, leaning up against the check-in counter, watching House drive away.

"Did you talk to House about this? ... 'course not," he muttered the last part off, his eyes lingering a bit longer on the cute blonde nurse that walked by. Indeed, just a bit too long for a married man.

"I was going to talk to him but," she waved her hand to where House was.

"He pulls his disappearing act. Well, all I have to say is one thing… God rest their sorry souls," Wilson muttered, picking up a manila folder and looking it over. After tucking it under his arm he walked off, wondering just who Dr. Cuttie was bringing in, and just how House would deal with it…

In all truth, the act of dodging clinic duty was the perfectly normal for House. Considering it a waste of his not-so-valuable time… in truth it was.

-Sorry to make this chappy so short, but I've had the worst cast EVER of writers block! Next chappy I'll be forced to write… I PROMISE there will be more House, and even more Smart-Ass comments! Thanks again, and please, review. Now… to watch my recorded episodes of House… heh… .