Title: The Lab Tech With the Tongue Stud
Prompt: #20 Seeing Red
Word Count: 490
Rating: PGish
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers up to "Don't Ever Change"
Summary: "I saw Amber drop off Wilson this morning." "That sounds right. The male typically drives the female." "She kiss him or he kiss her?" "I didn't see, the lab tech with the tongue stud also pulled up."
On normal days, the three fellows (and Foreman) working under Gregory House sat together and ate lunch. Well, Foreman poked at his sandwich and read the newspaper, the others ate.
Today, what an outsider would call the 'life and soul' of the table was conspicuously absent.
Dr. Thirteen's pale eyes were narrow and stuck in the direction of a close by table.
Their companion was sitting at a table to the left of them with a very tan girl with black hair with bright red streaks, and she was smiling.
"Is he…flirting?" Taub whispered to Foreman.
"Yes," Foreman said, peering over his newspaper.
There was laughter from the other table.
Thirteen had never really acknowledged that she even particularly liked Kutner as a friend, let alone that she would feel utterly possessive with the fact that he was flirting with some lab tech.
"Thirteen?"
She looked over at Foreman.
"Your glaring," he said in his normal, matter-of-fact voice.
"He's making an idiot of himself."
"He's probably going to get some tonight too," Taub said, smirking.
She glared at the two of them.
"Are you jealous?" Foreman asked.
"Why would I be jealous of someone that Kutner was flirting with?"
"Good question. Why are you?"
"I just don't like that labtech."
"Or you do like Kutner?"
"Quit being ridiculous."
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The next day Thirteen had completely justified the fact that no, she was not jealous of the lab tech with the tongue stud. She was just annoyed at her coworker for making an asshole of himself.
Kutner came into the conference room with an extra spring in his step.
Taub clucked his tongue.
"You dog."
"Whatever." Kutner laughed and sat down.
Foreman looked from Thirteen to Kutner over his newspaper, and then resumed reading.
House walked in, barking off symptoms and shooting down diagnoses.
"Kutner, Thirteen, go search the patients home. Toxins, parasites, anything that could give us an idea."
Kutner got up, but Thirteen hesitated before following.
The car ride over to the patients home was uncomfortably silent.
"You're being quiet…er than usual," he said vaguely as Thirteen messed with the radio.
"Did you sleep with that lab tech?" she asked finally.
"Yes?"
Thirteen crossed her arms over her chest and stared forward.
"Is that bad?"
"No," she said evasively. "You have every right to get laid. I can't say otherwise. I was just wondering."
The patients home was located in a tidy little suburb, they parked on the curb outside the house.
Kutner opened his car door, but looked at Thirteen for a second. "You're prettier than her," he said briefly, getting out of the car and shutting the door behind him.
She followed out, pretending like the comment hadn't phased her at all. But it did make her feel a little better.
"Let's do some breaking and entering then," he said, clapping his hands together enthusiastically.