Chapter 6
"But... Daddy..." House looked down at Abby. "I don't get it, cuz Alysss, Allysss..." She began to stutter at the name again.
"Alysa!" shouted House's eldest daughter, who had now put down her book.
"I need to start in one place to end in another," said House, "And let's just say my life's complicated. Don't worry though; chicks dig that." He winked and moved on.
A few days later, House was in his office interviewing students for his fellowship. Boy, did he love being the boss or what?
"So... Dr..."
"Riley."
House raised his eyebrows, "Dr. Riley, a Harvard graduate... nice." He smiled sarcastically as his phone started ringing. House saw the caller ID and shoed Dr. Riley from the room.
"House," he answered bluntly.
"Hi... Greg?" asked the person on the other line, "It's Stacey, I..."
"Hi Stacey," House gulped. What was she going to say?
"I wanted to apologize for the late call. I was wondering if maybe we could do dinner tonight."
"Sounds great. Meet you in the clinic at 7."
"Okay, sounds great, Greg, thanks! And I'm sorry again about the... whole..."
"It's fine," said House. Why was she apologizing again? "See you later, got an interview."
"Okay bye!" House hung up the phone without responding.
"So..." continued House as Dr. Riley walked back into the room.
"Cardiology? Boreing..." House wanted to see how his future fellow would handle this question. His attitude even.
"Not as much as Nephrology," Dr. Riley quipped aware of Dr. House's credentials in Infectious Disease and Nephrology... not to mention his... social reputation.
House smiled. "You can have the job. Start tomorrow. Be here at 8, no later. Go see Dr. Cuddy in her office."
"Thank you so much for the opportunity, Dr. House," said Riley reaching out to shake hands. House ignored this and started bouncing a rather familiar red tennis ball at his glass wall. Riley just left, excited, to go see the Dean of Medicine.
"One down, two to go," said House to himself.