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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 18:55:47 GMT -7
Angel made her way into her office, leaning on her crutches as she walked. She knew she still had personal leave days left, but she couldn't stand the idea of being in her house alone. She needed to work, get her mind off everything she could and couldn't remember.
Sighing, she closed the door with her crutch and made her way to her desk. Sitting down in her chair, she leaned the crutches on the desk. Removing her laptop from her bag, she set it up, determined to get through the stack of paperwork that sat in her inbox.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 8, 2009 21:38:33 GMT -7
House had spies everywhere. Well, they were actually Cuddy's spies, but he didn't really care. He appropriated them for his own use. He had to get something out of his relationship with Cuddy besides the nookie and feelings of... yes, love. Which for him felt like fresh brownies straight from the oven, all smooshy and gooey. Chocolate, warm love. He made a face; a poet he would never be.
Back to the spies. He had been informed that one certain Cardiac Doctor had come in. Days before she was even due to do more than walk to her bathroom from her bedroom. House simply couldn't comprehend this. Angel had a free pass to not come into work, to stay at home and not be at work! It was the principle of the thing! This couldn't be borne. House decided he would have to save Angel from herself. Well, he would take one for the team.
He made his way to the office that he was sure Angel was holed up in, trying to work when she should be at home, relaxing, watching the soaps. Oh, the soaps. House shook his head, focus, House. He opened the door without bothering to knock and barged right in.
"Oh, my bad," he exaggerated. "I was going to redecorate your office, but you're here! You're not supposed to be here. Why is that?" House frowned in thought, before realization dawned on him, "oh! I know, may-haps it has something to do with the fact that you were in a car accident, not three days ago! And!" he held up his finger when it appeared to him that Angel was about to protest, "you're supposed to be at home. Recuperating!"
He did not like being the daddy. He was really more the wacky uncle who encouraged crime, not the father-figure who laid down the law. Though he supposed this would be good training for his kid. Shrugging that still surreal thought off, he stared Angel down.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 8, 2009 21:53:17 GMT -7
Angel looked up from her files when she heard the familiar voice of a certain doctor. Putting down the file, she looked up at him, crossing her arms infront of her. Raising an eyebrow at his comment about redecorating, she laughed.
"I realize that I was in a car accident. The amnesia seems to be wearing off now." She commented, leaning back in her chair. "House, I'm fine. If I stayed at home, I would drive myself up the wall with nothing to do. At least here I can focus on my work, keeping my mind off other things." She replied. She then smirked. "Should I start calling you Father too?" She inquired, smirking again. She refused to let him tell her otherwise, she needed to work right now. Uncrossing her arms, she placed one hand on her desk while the other found it's way to her necklace, fiddling with a ring that now hung from it along with her pentacle.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 8, 2009 22:39:20 GMT -7
"Oh, so witty," he snarked, but she ignored him, bulldozing on with her mini-rant disguised as reasonable explanation as she leaned back in her chair casually. Was that a hint of a wince that he saw, or was he just being a doctor? Wait... he was a doctor. So was Angel. Why were they still arguing about this?
He supposed he could indulge her for a few moments. "You don't have to call me father. Uncle House will do," he retorted. "As for keeping your mind off other things, I know I don't have to remind you that you very nearly didn't have a mind a few days ago? Your brain could have kept swelling, the hematoma could have caused more damage and you could have ended up in a coma and brain dead. Which would have sucked majorly."
Her hand went to her throat, playing with her necklace which also held a ring along with the pentacle. His eyes were drawn by the movement, watching her fiddling with the ring. Interesting, he noted. Everybody has issues. She's wearing hers.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 9, 2009 6:48:41 GMT -7
"No need to get snarky and all doctor on my ass." Angel shot him a glare, releasing the ring and leaning forward in her chair. "I'm fine House, honest. But if it makes you feel any better, if I start getting a headache or if I start to hurt I'll go home." She suggested, knowing he probably would go on another tirade about still being injured and not emotionally stable to be back at work.
She then smirked. "Aww, does the big bad wolf of Princeton-Plainsboro actually have a heart deep down?" She chuckled. She knew everyone was capable of having a heart, and Wilson also mentioned about those heart to heart conversations they had. "Keep that up and I may start to think you're sweet on me."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 9, 2009 22:02:17 GMT -7
"I know there's no need," House snarked back, "this is just my natural state of being. You're just going to have to deal with it.
"And you're not fine," he added, staring at her challengingly. "If you were fine, you wouldn't be here trying to run away from your problems. You'd be dealing. Instead, you're here, having emotional mood swings. You've been up and down and sideways since I've been here. So why don't you actually listen to me for once in your stubborn life and go home. Stay off that leg. Unless you're keen on the idea of being a gimp in pain all the time like me."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 9, 2009 22:08:47 GMT -7
Angel wanted to scream at House by this point. She was honest to god alright to work. She didn't have any patients to see, so she was planning on having a nice quiet day in her office. Apparently House had other ideas. She looked up at him with fury in her eyes.
"I am not running away from my problems. If I were, I wouldn't be here considering Jackson broke into my office a few days before he kidnapped me!" She shouted, anger bubbling inside her. "He's gone, there's nothing I can do about that anymore. I grieve in my own way, working is one of them. I will go to his funeral as soon as I find out when it is." She shot him a glare, refusing to back down. "As for my leg, it's not like I'm walking over hell's half acre throughout the hospital, I'm sitting in my office. I don't have any patients or consults, therefore I don't plan on leaving this room unless I have to."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 10, 2009 16:07:33 GMT -7
House smirked when Angel nearly growled in her frustration. He would wear her down. Slowly, but surely he would wear her down.
"And when nature calls you're going to hobble two hundred meters to the bathroom down the hall, or will you just squat in the planter over there?" House paused, "'cause one: I don't think the janitor would be terribly pleased with you about that, though he is one of Cuddy's minions, so that has my vote just in general principle. Two: two hundred meters as opposed to two meters from your bed to your bathroom," the duh was implied here. "Three: there is no three. Four: I'm not budging until I either drive you batsh*t insane or drive you home."
House smirked again, putting his cane out at an Angel and leaning on it jauntily. He reveled in the strained calm on Angel's face, knowing the fury raging beneath. Hone your anger, young sith! House thought amusingly to himself.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 10, 2009 18:14:22 GMT -7
"I can manage down the hall to the bathroom. You make it sound like I'm running a marathon." She retorted, crossing her arms across her chest. "Besides who's to say I would stay in bed if I were at home?" She stopped, realizing what he was doing. He was baiting her, and she was falling for it. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to her work. "Feel free to make yourself at home on my couch if you're not going anywhere." She said, motioning for the couch.
She looked over her files again, picking up certain things that would be pertinent to mention to one of the doctors she was working with. She glanced up every now and then to see what House was doing to amuse himself. If he did decide to push her, he'd find himself with a stapler flying at his head.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 10, 2009 22:50:42 GMT -7
"It is a marathon to your broken leg! You had several pins put in, for crying out loud!" House pointed out, sighing upwards. "You need to be taking it easy. Doing work, even paperwork is still stressful on your body and stress is not conducive to healing. Relaxation is key, and you won't be getting that here what with the paperwork and that one annoying colleague who just won't take no for an answer."
House felt like he had driven the point home quite well, but, as he made himself comfortable on her couch, let it not be said that he did anything by halves. "This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it..."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 11, 2009 6:56:47 GMT -7
Looking up from her paperwork again, Angel studied the doctor on her couch. "Contrary to some people, I actually don't mind doing paperwork." She commented. When he started singing she stared at him. Did he just start singing a children's annoyance song? Let is never be said that House didn't handle things with maturity and grace.
"You are by far the biggest child I have ever met." She grumbled, giving him a sour look. She knew he wouldn't cease and desist, so she looked around for something to throw at him. She looked over her stapler, but decided against it. It didn't have the right balance she was looking for. Instead, she grabbed a piece of paper out of the recycling bin near her feet, crumpled it up and threw it at him.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 11, 2009 20:46:46 GMT -7
Cuddy was making her way down the hallway of the fourth floor, case file in hand. She read through it as she walked. It was certainly an interesting case, and she was on her way to convince House to take it. Hearing something odd as she passed Angel's office, she stopped and turned. It didn't sound like something that should be coming from her incapacitated friend's office. So, it automatically warranted an investigation.
Singing. A children's song, if she was correct. And it sounded like House. For a moment, she was touched. But it was only a moment. Because the song sounded really annoying, too. Cuddy opened the door just in time to see a wad of paper flying in the direction of the couch from the desk. House was in here, all right.
And so was Angel.
"Doctor Fraser. You should still be home, resting." There was more concern than anything in Cuddy's voice. She wouldn't say anything about the flying paper, since she figured it was somehow linked to House's annoying song. If that was the case, he deserved it.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 11, 2009 21:00:17 GMT -7
"And you're surprised by that?" House asked, arching his eyebrow at her. He shrugged expansively, "it's really not news." He watched her as she was searching around her desktop. A puzzled frown marred his face as he saw her gaze land on her stapler. She wasn't thinking... he suddenly was worried.
House blinked. Okay. Not exactly the reaction that he had in mind. Really? Throwing a wadded up paper ball at him? "Really? You just threw a paper ball at me?" He asked incredulously, "and you're complaining that I'm the child? Oh, it is on!"
Since she had threw the first volley at him, he threw the ball back at her. Aiming right for her head. He smirked, since he had full avowal of his own childish tendencies; he had never claimed to be mature.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 11, 2009 22:05:16 GMT -7
Wilson was heading back towards his office after a consultation with a patient. He saw Cuddy standing in the doorway of---wait, was that Angel's office? He quickened his pace a bit until he reached her. "What's going on?" Wilson asked her.
Not waiting for a repsonse, he pushed his way into Angel's office. The first person he saw was House. House always stood out in a crowd. Then his eyes wandered to Angel sitting at her desk. "You shouldn't be here, Angel," he said, sure that she had already heard those exact same words from House and Cuddy.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 12, 2009 6:38:46 GMT -7
"Ow!" She chuckled, as House's paper ball hit her in the head. She crumpled up another one and chucked it at House when she realized both Cuddy and Wilson were in her office. Looking like a scolded little child, she looked at both of them, a mischievious look on her face. She wadded up another ball, but the mature adult in her told her to put it down.
"House started it." She stated, then listened as both told her she should be at home. "I wish people would stop saying that." She sighed, shaking her head. "First House, now the two of you. Honestly I'm fine. I can walk around with crutches, I have no consults or patients and even if I did I can always delegate those to the other doctors who work underneath me." She looked at the two doctors who had just walked in, hoping atleast one of them would understand. "If I stay at home doing nothing I will loose my mind. Although House here was starting to help that process."
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