Chapter 10

"Well, that's the last box!" Stacey smiled at her new apartment. Greg was a jerk, but she couldn't wait to live with him.

"Super. I gotta go to work."

"I thought you were taking the day off, though, it's already... 9..."

"I always go in at nine." House smiled and and walked out the door. Stacey smiled and sat down on her new couch (well, old, but it was new to her). She started reading a book; wow, this was the first day off she's had in... forever...

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House walked into his office to greet his newest fellows.

"Good morning, my ducklings!" he shouted sarcastically.

"Um, Dr. House?" questioned Dr. Mathiesen, his new hematologist. House stared at her. "It's 9:30."

"My god! You can read a clock? One less thing I have to teach you."

Dr. Riley laughed, "He always comes in at 9:30."

"Where's..." before he could finish his question, Dr. Hart, his new electrophysiologist walked in.

"Where've you been?" asked House.

"In the clinic, unlike you." House glared at him.

"Dr. Cuddy wanted me to give this to you." Hart handed over a file.

"So..." said House, "Differential?"

"Um," said Dr. Hart, "We haven't exactly heard the symptoms yet..."

"Are you serious?" House glanced at them all. "Cuddy gives you a file to give ME, and you haven't even looked at it?"

"Well, she said it was for you..."

Mathiesen and Riley watched House and Hart go at it.

"Hah, funny. My patient means your patient. So either you're dumb or you don't care."

Hart sat down next to Dr. Mathiesen and stared at House. House stared back and opened the file.

"Fine!" said House. "Patient, 8 years old, presents with fever and a rash. Rash is spreading. Says it started on her foot and is going up!"

The ducklings stared. House stared back before saying, "Differential...?"

"Allergy?" coming from Riley.

"Of..." House pushed him. Boy they were incompitent!

"Fever and rash. That's classic hayfever. Why didn't the kid's immunologist find it?"

"Because the kid isn't allergic to..." House glanced down at his file, "Weeds, hay, or pollen." He looked back up. His ducklings were confused. "Go get me a scratch test."

"But," said Mathiesen, "You just said he wasn't allergic."

"Oh tests," said House, "You'll come to realize they aren't ALWAYS 100 accurate, use your brains, not the tests." He stared at them, and they stared back. "WELL GO ALREADY." The new fellows got up and ran to do a scratch test.