Chapter 2: Oh no you didn't
The elevator moved far too slowly for House's liking. He was fuming and jealous all at the same time. It was days like this when he really cursed his disability. House was angry that his office had been invaded by Wilson and his new team. He had been the only doctor in the hospital with a diagnostic team and didn't see why other doctors would need their own. He was the head of diagnostic medicine after all, so he needed his peeps.
"What does an oncologist need a team for anyway?" House huffed, "He already had a whole department. He's used my team before! Why does he need his own! Bah this just will not fly with me."
The elevator stopped in the lobby and House exited, his path already predetermined. He marched into Cuddy's office and found her face to face with Dr. Cicciliano. Both women stopped and stared at House as he began to pace by the door.
"What is the meaning of this? House demanded. "You realize there is going to have to be a throw down!"
"Wilson won't be there long," Cuddy said as she stood, "I'm having the supply room converted to accommodate his new fellows."
House smiled at the idea of Wilson packed into a janitor's closet with his fellows, "what am I to do before then?" he asked.
"You don't have a case right now, so I would suggest you take some time in the clinic." Cuddy answered.
"Oh no you didn't!" House stated sarcastically. "You did this just to get me to put in my clinic hours, didn't you?"
"No, that was not my initial plan," Cuddy stated with a smiled, "I have been suggesting Wilson take on fellows for quite a while."
"What does an oncologist need fellows for?" House asked.
"How are they going to learn if we don't have doctors that are willing to teach them?" Cuddy asked baffled by his conceit. "Princeton Plainsboro is a teaching hospital, or did you forget that little part? It's only in our mission statement!"
"Yeah, I have better things to do than read one of your official memos!" House said. "What are you doing here?" He demanded turning to Cicciliano.
"Staging a coup," Cicciliano stated sarcastically.
"Oh Mussolini I have my eyes on you!" House said just as sarcastically.
"And I have a fresh batch of biscotti to distract you," Cicciliano said.
"We're arranging a schedule for your outer office so that you can be just as productive, if not more so, while Wilson is using it." Cuddy said.
"So that Wilson and his team can work in peace?" House asked sarcastically, "What if I find a case?" he asked. "And what if some emergency comes up and we just have to have a meeting to diagnose and it's during Wilson's time, what then?"
"You are just going to have to learn to play nice," Cuddy said. "Or momma's going to put you in a time out." She added.
"I want lawn furniture for my balcony then!" House stated, "the fresh air will be good for my team. They are cooped up in the hospital too often."
"What?" Cuddy laughed.
"You heard me," House said and headed for the door. "You could fit two nice sofas and maybe a chair out there and a coffee table. Maybe a nice potted plant or a mini bar!" he added. "You bring the snacks!" he said pointing at Cicciliano.
"You can't get patio furniture because Wilson is using your conference room!" Cuddy stated.
"Vitamin D!" House stated, "My team is low, they should be outside in the sun! I tested them. All of them! It's bad for their development. You know you shouldn't keep the kidlettes locked up in the house!"
"You didn't have them tested!" Cuddy said rolling her eyes, "And their not children, they are professionals."
"Fine!" House stated, "I'll steal it from the cancer ward's courtyard then. They have some really nice stuff out there!" he added. "Call up your mafia buddies, Cicciliano, they can help us with our smuggling ring!" he said with a wink and left the office.
"He's not serious is he?" Cicciliano asked once he left them alone.
"He's serious," Cuddy said and pulled and IKEA catalogue out of her desk. "What do you think of this wicker sofa?" she asked turning the magazine toward Cicciliano.
"You are going to get him furniture? Just like that?" Victoria asked with a laugh.
"I would rather just order it now and not fight over it." Cuddy said.
"He has you completely whipped!" Cicciliano laughed.
"He has had for many years!" Cuddy confessed. "What can I say, he's the best doctor we have and I have given in to his every whim for far too long. There is no chance of rehabilitation. I am an enabler and House is an addict."
Cicciliano sigh, rolled her eyes and fell into her chair again. "Yeah that sofa is nice, not with those cushions though and the coffee table in the picture would probably fit as well on the balcony and look, it's on sale," she said unenthusiastically.
"Sold," Cuddy said, picked up the phone and placed the order.