House meet Kumar

Disclaimer: I don't own House, Kumar, Harold, or any other character.

A/N: Between episodes "the Right Stuff" and "97 seconds"

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An India, recently out of med-school, twenty-something male raced to the front desk phone. He quickly dialed the number to the flat that he and his friend shared. He got the answering machine after five rings; this irritated him to no end. His friend should be home and answering the phone at two-thirty in the morning.

Beep!

“God damn it Harold, I know you’re there, so pick up the phone alrea…”

“What the fuck do you want?! You bastard,” came Harold’s sleepy yet angry reply.

“Guess what,” Kumar said excitedly, a gigantic smile spread across his face.

“You found the weed stash that they have… wherever you are?” Harold yawned not really interested.

“No, they haven’t legalized marijuana in New Jersey yet. But I think that they still may have some in a vault behind a painting. My senses keep going off whenever I go pass this one painting.” Kumar ranted. It’s not his fault that he can’t stay on a topic if he was deprived of his sweet drug for a few days.

“Fascinating,” Harold deadpanned as he yawned again.

“Wait! I have made it to the final round of the House bowl.” Kumar restrained himself from jumping up and down.

“The what?” Harold asked growing more confused by the minute.

“It’s the thing that I call Doctor Gregory House’s sick game with us candidates.” Kumar answered, calmer now. “Oh, I go to got, my soon to be boss is coming this way.” Kumar hung up, not paying attention to the curses Harold sent his way. Harold had finally realized what time it was.

“Number nine,” Dr. House barked as he spotted the odd number.

“Yes sir,” Kumar snapped to attention.

“What are you doing in the lobby?” Dr. House asked suspiciously, coming to a stop in front Kumar.

“Nothing,” Kumar replied.

“Well next time I catch you doing nothing, you’re fired. Again,” The gruff man hissed. Kumar almost pissed himself; he was so scared of losing this job. “Now,” waved with his cane, “go do something.”

Kumar scurried away, Dr. House’s eyes burning into his back. Satisfied, House turned the other way popping a pill. He glared at the patients in the waiting room for good effect before limping off to Wilson’s office.