I saw the hits on this thing and then looked at the reviews. Leave me hanging like that. Thanks guys.

Cameron was not happy. House, the big baby, had been avoiding Cuddy like the plague. It only figured that she would be the one left to deliver the file. Stupid House, he was acting like a child. Normal, damn him. She stormed into his office, not even bothering to knock. Her eyes widened in exasperation and a small sigh escaped her lips.

"What are you doing?" She asked, crossing her arms, watching her boss carefully. House glanced at her briefly before his eyes darted to the objects darting on and off his right hand. He continued twirling his cane in one hand and juggling his red and grey ball, a pen and a stapler in the other.

"Practicing my circus act." He said. He immediately put each item down carefully on his desk, slid around on his good leg and tossed his cane lightly into the air. It did two flips before House caught it neatly in his right hand. He smiled at Cameron, arms akimbo. "Ta da!"

"Don't quit your day job." Cameron said staring at House with a look of slight disbelief.

"What's that?" House asked, pointing with his cane at the blue file in his teammate's hand. He began to walk over to her, his limp pronounced as he did so. Cameron held out the file for him.

"This is what's keeping you from being in the circus." She said as he shot her a swift glance downwards. He flipped through the file quickly and closed it, throwing it on his desk as he began to walk out of his door. Cameron looked at him as he pushed open the glass door.

"Wait!" Cameron called, a tad offended as she walked forward to grab the file from House's desk. She pushed open the door and yelled down the hallway. "What about the patient?"

"Give her to a neurologist!" House replied over his shoulder, "I need a little run!", he said continuing to walk down the hallway. Cameron sighed and looked at the file. It seemed pretty simple, but why did House have to be such an asshole about diagnosing the silly girl? Rolling her eyes she decided to track down Foreman. Maybe he would have a look at her.

House entered Cuddy's office much like Cameron entered his. Unannounced and slightly annoyed. "Can't you give me a fun case? I haven't had fun in ages mummy." He asked, clapping his hands together, leaning on his left leg and looking at the woman from under half-lidded eyes, faking sincerity.

Cuddy stared at House, her mouth slightly open. She was on her computer and quickly shut down the few windows that were up. "No." She sounded so scandalized that House almost turned and left. But this was Lisa. Hell no he wasn't about to leave.

"Pretty please?"

"House." Cuddy turned fully towards the man, placed her hands on her desk and stared the man down with looks that might have felled a bull elephant. "Get to work."

House raised his eyebrows. "Using your feminine wiles to persuade me?" He asked, looking pointedly downward at her light blue v-neck shirt. Cuddy cleared her throat lightly to get house's attention but it didn't work out the way she would have liked.

"Do it again. I like screamers best." House said, not appearing quite as disinterested as he would normally.

"House!" Cuddy exclaimed, a little shocked.

"Mummy?" His eyebrows raised as his gaze went from her chest to her eyes.

"My shirt is fine." Cuddy said, her glare intensifying as she stood up. "I don't pay you to stand around."

"That's right!" House said, stepping forward and staring down the dean. "You pay me to diagnose tricky cases. She has epilepsy. End of story. Give me a tricky one."

"You don't know that!" Cuddy sighed, exasperated. She raised a hand to her temple and closed her eyes lightly. She really did not need this sort of thing right now. Especially considering the girl that had just been airlifted to her hospital was not technically an American citizen and even further, not technically allowed in the United States. Thank god for Good Samaritan laws.

"Bet." House stuck his cane under his arm and held out his hand to Lisa. Cuddy looked at the man's hand curiously and then back up at House, almost scandalized.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll bet on it." House said, "If it's not epilepsy you'll get . . . ." House trailed off thinking of something he could offer Cuddy that would incite her to play his little game. His mouth went over to one side and his eyes drifted to the ceiling as he thought. "Oh. One week of complaint free service." He decided, pushing his hand closer to the woman.

"And if it is?" Cuddy asked, raising an eyebrow. One week of heaven. It was almost too good to be true.

"If it's epilepsy I get to pick my own cases for a month and get more liberal restrictions on the tests I can do on them." House rolled his eyes. "Do we have a deal or not? I need this hand to balance." He said.

"Two weeks." Cuddy pushed, raising the stakes.

"Done." House said, tilting his head to one side. "Shake." He demanded, glancing pointedly down at his hand (he wasn't looking at his hand). Cuddy sighed, almost disgusted, and shook House's hand. House quickly turned and began to walk out of the office.

"Just like that?" Lisa asked, crossing her arms.

"I want to pick my next case tomorrow." House said, smiling crookedly at the dean. "I can assure you this won't be hard."

Cuddy was just about to reply when the door slid slowly shut. She watched House's back and hoped that for once he was wrong. She would hate to give him that sort of control over this aspect of his life. He hadn't done so well in the other area's.

"We'll get you an MRI as soon as possible-"

House opened the glass door of the womans room with his cane and was surprised twice. The first came from seeing Wilson sitting next to the patient and the second was from the patient herself. House took a step back and looked at the number on the door. No, right room. Shrugging he walked into the room.

The woman stared him down with eyes of amber.

"Can I help you?" She asked imperiously, her hands folded in front of her. House reached over and grabbed the metal clipboard, not taking his eyes off her. She returned the gaze, unwavering.

"I'm doctor House." He began, glancing down at her sheet. He began to flip through the pages and did not see the glance that passed between the woman and Wilson.

"Are you entirely necessary? Doctor Wilson has already told me the treatment I will be undergoing-" she began.

"Has he?" House looked at Wilson curiously. "Well Miss Fuentes, unless you think you have cancer I suggest you forget everything Wilson just said-"

"Cancer!" Caramia turned to glare accusingly at Wilson. "You said I had an anxiety attack!"

"I'm an oncologist." Wilson explained to her, trying to calm her down. He shot a look at House, as if his will could suddenly cause his friend to back off. House raised his eyebrows. He could see where Wilson was trying to go with this. She had a cute accent, rolling her r's prettily. It was obvious she had some intense schooling, her darting eyes not missing a thing. Miss Fuentes was quite a looker, with sharp cheekbones, almond shaped eyes and long wavy brown hair that came to a neat cut directly above her perfectly shaped breasts.

Where did that come from? House shook his head. Plastic surgery. All the rage for fifteen year old girls in South America.

"You have epilepsy." House said, looking at the two from over the clipboard.

"I'm diabetic," She replied, staring at House like he was an idiot. "I had low blood sugar that morning and went into a seizure. This isn't a regular occurrence." She said, her full mouth becoming a thin line as she became more upset.

"But it has occurred." House said, pursing his lips.

"You can't base your diagnosis on a single symptom!" Caramia countered.

"I can."

"You're wrong."

"Want to bet?"

Tell me what you think!

Am I keeping them in character? First time with these guys and all.