log; ongoing

[dr-tightass.livejournal.com]

When; Wednesday afternoon, August 5th
Rating; PG-13 for House's potty mouth :x
Characters; dr_tightass & vicodincrutch. If anyone else who works at House's clinic wants to pop in, let me know? :D?
Summary; Cuddy trolls House at the clinic.
Log; After going down to the hospital to fill out the requisite paperwork -- the one thing it seemed she would never escape from, no matter what dimension decided to swallow her whole -- Cuddy decided to stop by the clinic and see for herself whether House was working. She couldn't imagine him running his own clinic, especially with a large hospital nearby. It seemed like so much work for him for so little payoff, unless he turned away patients who weren't interesting enough. Which wouldn't surprise her.

She walked through the door and looked around. Nice. Surprisingly nice.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The waiting room had all of the right components. Chairs, tables, magazines, a receptionist who looked like she wished to be someplace else, and oh, a few people waiting. No one vomiting, convulsing or unconscious. So House wasn't in there.

He was actually returning to his office with a large portion of curly chili fries. Too late to turn on his heel and too hungry to stop now, he continues on. "They let just anybody in here. What you're suffering from is probably PMS."

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Cuddy didn't miss a beat. "You're actually here," she said, her voice mockingly surprised. "And there are patients in the room. Shouldn't you be in hiding?"

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

"The bars aren't exciting at this hour. Then again, I should tell you something you don't already know." House hangs his cane on a coat rack, then limps to sit on the other side of his desk. He doesn't offer her a seat. She'd take one anyway.

The curly fries come to rest next to a stack of papers. 'Outgoing.'

"Did someone order a pizza or you just wanted to knock on a few doors?"

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"Actually." Cuddy leans over to steal a fry. Bad for her health, yes, but it's only one fry. And irritating House is well worth it. She smirks at him as she munches. "I just wanted to see you at work."

She reaches over and grabs a patient file. "Ms. Doris Tremayne?" she calls out.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

"It'll go straight to your tights. If they rub together any more you could sell yourself out as a lighter." Augh but she still eats the goddamn fry. There are others. But that could have been the most delicious one of them all.

"You know, it's against the law for anyone to read a person's medical history." This is on the fly. Hopefully she hasn't come across just how the City police work. And even if she did, rubbing in the fact that 'you're not too he boss of me'...it's truly too good to pass up. "Doris and her deviated septum obstruction wouldn't appreciate that."

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"I didn't read her history," Cuddy says, smiling as Doris, a doddering old lady, shuffles over. "I just read her name. How are you doing, Mrs. Tremayne? This is Dr. House. He will be happy to examine you."

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

He glares for everything that he's worth. "Mrs. Tremayne. In your extensive experience as a grandmother. Could you point to the bossy Bessy." The old woman is not so quick on the draw. She gums something.

House looks to the source of his torment. The air still hangs heavy with the lovely smell of chili fries that are only enjoyable while hot.

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Cuddy smirks. "Why don't we take Mrs. Tremayne to an examination room?" She turns to the old woman. "I'm Dr. Cuddy, by the way. I'll be consulting with Dr. House on your case."

Mrs. Tremayne looks terrified, obviously wondering how bad her case must be to warrant two doctors. Cuddy gestures for House to lead the way.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

"No, Dr. Cuddy will not. She's got nothing better to do and would like to just elbow in." House grabs a fry. At least it'll change the flavor in his mouth.

"Should we humor the rude guest?" He's speaking directly to Mrs. Tremayne.

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Mrs. Tremayne frowns as she studies the two doctors, obviously still confused. She decides to just go all in.

"I think I have an STD," she says, her voice just a little louder than is appropriate.