Summary: A Question House can't answer? Props to Chase.
Pairings: Nada
Category: General/Humor
Timeline: Duckling Era
Rated: K
Comedy of Errors
"He finished the book of sudoku puzzles in less than an hour," Foremen griped, "Then he spent over an hour telling Wilson about this little bet we have going."
"You two started it," Cameron had her feet up on the conference table and sounded like she couldn't care less because, in all honesty, she probably couldn't.
"Well, it goes without saying that he can answer any medical riddle," Chase explained the logic the two men had put into this, "I want to see House stumped."
"We all do," Cameron agreed, "That doesn't necessarily mean its ever going to happen."
Foreman grunted, "I asked him the other day, what came first, the chicken or the egg? And he launched into this huge, philosophical thing. His official answer is; it's an irrelevant question, but he had arguments to back up either opinion."
"I gave him a Rubik's Cube yesterday," Chase admitted, "It was done in twenty minutes. And he was eating lunch at the time."
"I think we might just be fooling ourselves with this," Foreman finally seemed to be throwing in the towel. "Any question that doesn't officially have an answer is going to be philosophical, and you know where those kind of chats get us,"
They all nodded their agreement,
"And everything that isn't philosophical is going to have an answer and he's going to know it." The neurologist shook his head. "It's pointless. The man really does know everything."
A week and a half later and the random questions had finally stopped. House could conduct a differential without his ducklings interrupting. In all honesty, their little game had impressed him somewhat – that they would try that hard to fool him – but they hadn't succeeded.
He was almost disappointed.
Until one day, not long after the questions had stopped, Chase walked into the conference room with a slight smile on his face. He was trying hard not to look self-satisfied, but House, Cameron and Foreman all picked up on it.
House was standing at the whiteboard and the other two were seated in their respective seats.
"Yes?" The older man inquired. He felt oddly eager.
Chase smiled before he asked, "How do you bake a cake in the shape of the internet?"
House stared at the young Australian man for several long moments before blinking a few times and shaking his head. He tried to hide his smile but he had a feeling they saw it anyway.
He walked out of the office, handing the whiteboard marker and the case file of their latest patient to the young man as he went.
He'd be back in a little while. Right now, however, he had a very important question to ask Wilson.
FIN.