My first fic, be kind please but I'd like constructive comments and criticisms. I own NOTHING from HOUSE. I wish I did but I don't so too bad for me.
CHAPTER ONE: The Meeting
"Any case today?" asked Foreman as House limped into his office.
"Nope. No poor fella has a cool disease to be diagnosed, though I might stage an oh-no-there's-tainted-food-in-the-cafeteria emergency. You could go to the ER to help out." said House grinning evilly. He flashed a glance at his team sitting dumbly around the table.
"Awww maan. You guys used to be more fun." He whined.
Suddenly, one of his employees known as Thirteen got up and began to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, where do you thing you're going?" House stopped her in her tracks.
"I'm going to the clinic? Clinic duty...The thing you don't like doing?" Thirteen
"Ooooh. Huntington's meeting someone?" House attempted prying.
"Can't I go anywhere without you asking about everything?" she hissed.
House couldn't help but strangely feel slightly amused by her little kitten rage and also slightly jealous about the defence.
He looked at her again and then asked, "Is it a guy or girl? I'm leaning towards girl because that'll be way awesome."
He watched her roll her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
"House, it's a guy and I'm admitting this because you'll find out anyway. In any case, he's not going to be at the clinic so yes, is your question answered?"
With that, she swept out of the room and headed toward the elevator leaving House gaping after her.
When the rest of his team had left, House went back to the comfort of his office and thought hard.
It was really weird. He didn't think he'd ever fall for one of his employees.
When Cameron was around, he didn't really care. She was just like any other girl. But with Thirteen it was…interesting.
She was hard to understand but that made her fun. She was compassionate but not morally annoying like Cameron. Besides, she's having a hard life now. Huntington's chorea. He couldn't bear to think of the effects of the disease. Forgetting how to walk, talk, swallow, and breathe. She seemed to understand him as now he seems to understand her.
Her misery. Her loneliness. He enjoyed her company. Her very presence made him glad.
With all that, he wondered whether she really is meeting someone like she said. Of course he believed her, how could he not, but somehow…he didn't want to believe.