The Little Things
Chapter 6
Days went by and House's attitude towards me, at least in front of Chase, had changed some. He was doing more of the little things for me that I noticed and I'm sure that Chase and Foreman noticed as well.
He would refill my coffee for me, ask me specifically to write on the white board, pull out my chair for me when I walked in to sit at the conference room; just a bunch of little things like that. I wasn't sure if he was doing them because he was trying to still play up to Chase that we were somehow involved or if he was just trying to show me he cares.
He still made his usual snarky remarks here and there but he seemed to be more supportive of my ideas when it came to patient care. It's not like he changed himself any just that he was changing his actions towards me. He was still the same old House just sweeter in a sense.
It was Friday afternoon and we had already solved the mystery of our patient's ailments a day ago. I was working in the clinic that morning and I was in exam room one with Darla, a female who was complaining of headaches. I was asking her the usual barrage of questions when the door flew open and in leaned House. I jumped a little at the suddenness of his entrance.
"Hey, let's go get lunch!"
"House, I'm with a patient. Can it wait a few?"
"Nope, what's the complaint?" he said as he walked in, shut the door behind himself and turned towards the patient.
The patient then spoke up and said, "I've been getting these tremendous headaches everyday. It usually starts up around mid afternoon and it's all over my head not just in one specific area."
"Any neck pain?"
"No"
"That's a lot of hair you have there," pointing at her ponytail. Her hair, even while in a ponytail, hung down to her lower back and was tremendously thick. "Do you always where it in a ponytail?"
"Well, yeah. It can be hard to manage otherwise."
"Well, try loosening the ponytail and maybe get a hair cut. People can sometimes get headaches from their ponytails being too tight. If you keep getting them after you do that then come back," he said while turning to look at me. "Can we go now?"
"Yeah sure," I replied.
"Thank you doctors," the patient said as we left the clinic.
We walked up to the diagnostics office so I could grab my purse. House went into his office for something and then came out into the conference room to join me.
"So what's the master plan?" I asked.
"I know I'm like God and all but I can't control the universe and even if I could, I probably wouldn't let on to my maniacal plans for the universe."
"I'm sure, if you could control the universe, I'd be able to find a way to make you talk!"
"Wow, you're confident. What makes you think that you could manage that?"
"Oh, it's just one of my powers," I said while slowly approaching House. I grabbed House by the lapel of his coat pulling him towards me as I leaned forward, my lips right next to his ear and whispered, "I'm fairly good at making things come," I paused for effect, "out in the open to reveal secrets." I then released his coat and stepped away.
House's face was priceless. He swallowed hard at my words and then raised an eyebrow and gave a half-smile.
"Well, maybe someday I'll see how well your powers work on me," he said and wiggled his eyebrow. "Come on; let's go!" He then grabbed my arm and we started out the door.
"So where are we going?"
"Well, what sounds good? Do you want cafeteria food or would you rather go somewhere else?"
"Hmmm," I pretended to think hard while we walked to the elevator. "I'd have to say I'd rather go out somewhere."
"Well, what 'somewhere' sounds good?"
"How about the Irish Pub nearby?"
"Ooooooo, me likey!" We got into the elevator and headed out through the lobby to his motorcycle. Yay, another trip on his motorcycle! I can't wait!