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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 31, 2009 20:33:50 GMT -7
House laid flat on his back on the floor and held a book on child-rearing aloft. Typically, he didn't bother with these types of books, but given his own childhood, it couldn't hurt to get some pointers on what to do, given he already knew what not to do to the kid.
For once, his leg wasn't bothering him very much, so he was able to focus most of his attention on the subject matter. Since House was House, though, part of his attention was focused on the footfalls of someone approaching the diagnostics room. He hoped it wasn't one of his ducklings trying to give him a case that was immeasurably boring. Though what he was reading was a close second in the boring category. So, you are expecting a child. Parenting isn't easy, and it doesn't come with an instruction manual. This is the next best thing...
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Post by Dr. Lawrence Kutner on Mar 31, 2009 20:48:09 GMT -7
It started out as a typical day really. Dr. Kutner had already made his rounds about the clinics. Thanks to House, of course. The Indian doctor was almost always eager to do his hours for him, but when Kutner actually got to the clinic, he was reminded of why House was so adamant in avoiding such trivial tasks. True, he was supposed to be helping people. Yet most of them were as fine as can be. The clueless patients who often thought of themselves as smarter than the doctors came in with papers full of what they thought was wrong with them. Then, today, there was the woman who wanted to score some pills. Thinking the patients were idiots was definitely because of someone else. 'Yep, I've been hanging around House too much,' he thought to himself in an impasse. Shaking his head slightly, Kutner approached the diagnostics office with haste. Reporting to House before the others always gave him pride for some twisted reason. With a grin, he opened the glass doors and habitually hung his white coat.
He wasn't surprised that he was the first one - he had expected it. However, his eyebrows raised without hesitation upon noticing his rather tall and crippled boss who was just laying on the ground. He would have panicked had he not seen that the book's pages was being turned. Kutner knew that House was well aware of his presence and he stepped toward the man laying on the floor anyway.
"Parenting?" Kutner commented without thinking as soon as he was able to read the book's title. "Why are you reading something like that? Did you get some hooker pregnant?" Kutner added jokingly with a smirk. It was fun playing games with House, even though Kutner ended up with his head on the chopping board most of the time. Some even consider him masochistic, but Kutner would deny it.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Mar 31, 2009 20:55:58 GMT -7
Angel had been busy for most of the morning and now had a few minutes for a breather. On top of that, she was sure the milk she had in her cereal that morning had soured, because she was now fighting off bouts of nausea. She had dropped off a parenting book for House before she had started her day, and she was curious as to whether or not he would actually read it. She made her way towards his office, reading over the file she had in her hand.
When she reached his office, she knocked on the door then entered. She nearly burst out laughing at the sight before her. House, on the floor, reading the book. "Oh good," She smiled, content that he was reading the book. "I dropped that off earlier, but I wasn't sure whether you'd actually read it." Feeling another wave of nausea wash over her, she put a hand on her stomach. "I hate nausea." She grumbled to herself before turning around to see Kutner. "Oh, I didn't see you there." She said, trying to be polite. "Dr Angel Fraser, head of cardiology." She smiled, extending her hand for a shake.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 31, 2009 21:22:17 GMT -7
House peered over the edges of the book up at Kutner. His eyebrows arched with his amusement at Kutner's usual rather daring quips. His lips quirked up into a smirk, "I'm reading this to score some points with a hot chick. I'm sure that she doesn't expect me to read this, so I'm gonna shock and amaze her when she sees that I actually am. How low have I sunk?" House glanced around, arching an eyebrow at the carpet. He settled back into reading again, feeling secure in the knowledge that Kutner wasn't bringing some case of strange and trying to foist it on him.
Moments later, Dr. Fraser entered his office and rounded the corner to see him lying there. While Fraser had been trying to suppress her laughter, House looked to Kutner, "there's the hot chick. She's totally taken."
"Why, Angel, have I completely surprised you? You're usually so unflappable," he smirked, closing the book and sitting up. "You look a little peaky. Please don't vomit in my office; only I am allowed to do that."
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Post by Dr. Lawrence Kutner on Apr 1, 2009 19:59:06 GMT -7
Before Kutner could even digest what House had just said, the woman he only knew as the Head of Cardiology strode into the room. Kutner could only raise his eyebrow as the woman offered her hand. Putting his best smile on, he captured the lady's hand and shook it firmly. "Dr. Lawrence Kutner," he replied curtly and with pride. Jerking his head, he absentmindedly added the obvious, "I'm part of House's team." After releasing Dr. Fraser's hand, Kutner couldn't help but slowly step away from the now-conversing duo, but not too far away. He still had the impulse to eavesdrop after all.
It was times like these that he hated being single. Foreman had his Thirteen, Taub regained his wife and now even Dr. Wilson managed to score on the lovely Dr. Fraser as well. Although it was simply gossip, Kutner believed it wholeheartedly. Then, of course, House. He couldn't really see anyone being with House, but the man was an exception. The lingering feeling of underlying sexual tension was not missed whenever Cuddy was around but Kutner chose to ignore it as much as possible. Sighing to himself, his eyes ventured the area, hoping someone from the team could relieve him of his boredom.
"So do we have a case today?" Kutner decided to butt it and ask the obvious without remorse, quite bored and willing to take some sort of action. He had to admit, it was fun annoying House with such simple questions.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 1, 2009 20:08:24 GMT -7
Angel shook Kutner's hand politely, listening as he introduced himself. "Pleasure to meet you." She said, before turning her attention back to House. She didn't mean to ignore him, she was just intrigued by the fact that House was actually reading the book.
"Hot chick huh?" Angel snorted, crossing her arms across her chest. "Wasn't that a horrible Rob Schneider comedy?" She said, shaking her head. The bout of nausea passed, and she sighed. "Yes well, after that accident, surprises seem to be abounding." She rolled her eyes. The accident of course that she was referring to was the car accident she and Jackson she had been in. "It was just a little wave of nausea. Nothing to be worried about. I haven't puked yet." She crouched down to take the book from House. "I still can't believe this is happening. I mean to think after one drunken night..." She paused, realizing there were little ears around. Therefore, she was careful not to drop any names.
When Kutner inquired whether or not they had a case, she looked at him closely. "Anxious to please isn't he?"
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 2, 2009 20:02:18 GMT -7
House merely arched an eyebrow and snorted indelicately, snapping his book shut. "Seeing as how you have returned from Clinic Duty unscathed, I think the obvious answer to that would be a resounding no. No, Kutner, we do not have a case today. Unless finding out about Taub's horribly disfigured toenail counts."
As Angel stole the book from him, (which he willingly allowed, because the book was insane drivel), House took the opportunity to stand up. He leaned heavily on his cane. "You mean, the night of hot sweaty passionate love making-- oh, are we keeping this a secret from the ducklings? 'Cause the cat's out of the bag now!" He paused, "or maybe I want a different euphemism... something to do with chinese cats. You know, 'cause they're shaved. Yeah, I said it." House glanced at Kutner, wondering how the young man would take this airing of dirty laundry. He was totally doing this for the shock and awe factor, but he had a feeling that his little ducklings were getting immune to his over sharing.
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Post by Dr. Lawrence Kutner on Apr 3, 2009 20:11:14 GMT -7
Paying utmost attention to the conversation, Kutner was not capable of subtle. His ears perked up and his eyes, although directed elsewhere, glossed over. He may not be the best gossip around, but he definitely like learning about new things, so to speak. The doctor had deduced a few things but kept it to himself, as usual, until it could be used for future purposes. As if caught, Kutner suddenly grinned at Dr. Fraser as she, to put it lightly, commented on his supposed diligence.
For the most part, he was well aware of the sarcastic comments thrown his way but ignored it almost all the time. It was better that way, he found, especially because he'd been around House too often. Of course, it hadn't gone unnoticed by his boss, who had snorted at his question. Kutner definitely was not getting out of this unscathed. The smirk was wiped off his face as soon as the boss opened his mouth. Kutner did not need to be aware of the idea that Taub could possibly have disfigured toenails.
"Duly noted," Kutner retorted, the only reaction he was showing was a quick roll of his eyes. Having spent a lot of time with House, he was partially tolerant of the various Houseisms as everyone had come to refer them as. However, for some reason, he was rather tongue-tied at the moment, unable to think of a reasonable response. At least, reasonable enough for House's standards. Letting out a sigh of defeat and with his head hung low, Kutner stalked toward the table and sat down, clutching his head with his hands. 'Something's wrong with me today,' he thought to himself as he raised his head and looked at the pair, knowing he should leave but not wanting to either.
[sorry if this is non-sense; work is slowly leeching away at my creative intelligence]
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 3, 2009 20:17:27 GMT -7
At House's comments, Angel's face turned bright red. "Yes, that would be the night I was referring to." She said softly, dropping her arms to the side. She glared at House, debating what else she could say with one of his 'ducklings' in the office. "I'm sure duckling number one over there really needed to know about that." She hissed. "None the less, we ran that risk considering we didn't use protection, and now we have to lie in the bed we made, don't we?" She said, feeling like a school teacher. Clutching the book to her chest, she wasn't sure whether she should leave or not.
She turned to Kutner. "I am very glad that I am not in your position. I don't think I could tolerate having him as my dictator."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 3, 2009 21:51:14 GMT -7
House was deeply, deeply amused, and as such he nearly had difficulty hiding his smirk, "Wha-ah," he uttered, holding up one finger. "First off, that is not duckling number one. Duckling number one is Foreman. Duckling number two is Cameron. Duckling number three is Chase, mostly because they came to me in that order." House crossed his arms, and bobbed his head like Dream of Jeannie, "the High Wizard has declared it, so mote it be!
"Two, I happen to like the bed we made. Messy, that is. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, because I am a guy, and I have guy needs. The point is, I don't mind lying in it, unlike some people. But really, a child rearing book? Are you afraid I'm gonna warp the kid?" House ignored her odd commiseration with Kutner. If Kutner knew what was good for him, he had better be careful with his answer.
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Post by Dr. Lawrence Kutner on Apr 9, 2009 20:50:21 GMT -7
Lifting his head from his hands, he gave Dr. Fraser a brief smile and held back his comment, as he was quickly cut-off by his boss. Kutner simply sank deeper into his chair. He constantly told himself that it was none of his business and that House's comment about not being his number duckling didn't hurt. Not moving from his position, Kutner continued to hold his head in his hands while his ears literally opened to catch the conversation. Sure, House was being a jerk as usual, but his words usually held a deeper meaning. 'For the most part anyway', Kutner thought as he attempted to make sense out of House's last comment. He kept his mouth shut, knowing that the conversation would move smoother and he could take note of more useful information if he didn't interfere.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 10, 2009 9:08:09 GMT -7
Angel rolled her eyes to hide her frustration. "Who needs a child when I have you?" She muttered. She could feel a headache coming on, so she knew it was time for her to pick up her pride and retreat. Shaking her head she listened to House. "At the time, I didn't mind that bed either, but considering I am with Wilson now, I no longer plan on laying in your messy bed." She spat. She held back a laugh when he inquired whether he'd warp the kid. "Don't even get me started."
With that, Angel turned on her heels and began walking out of the office. Stopping one last time in front of Kutner, she looked at him. "If you ever need a break from his insanity and immaturity, my office is always open." She offered before reaching the door. It was times like this Angel wished she kept some form of booze in her office.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 10, 2009 17:50:53 GMT -7
House's heart gave out a burst of pride as his sensitive ears picked up Angel's muttered imprecations regarding his maturity. "I aim to fill in all the holes in your life!" he retorted after her, which reminded him of one of his numerous conversations with Wilson. Fill your holes, people! he had called out to the metaphorical people, as though they could hear him.
'Course, with Angel, that could mean so many things. Filling the hole in her heart that she'd never bear a child. Filling her holes in general. Which he couldn't do anymore, since Cuddy was likely to cut off his balls. Or more than just his balls. Which made his balls shrivel and try to crawl up back inside, and House determinedly derailed that train of unproductive thought before something even worse happened.
He tuned back to Angel as she stopped at the doorway, apparently prepared to storm off in a huff. Probably driven to drink too. He smirked, waiting expectantly for her reaction as she computed the layers of meaning in his simple hole statement. Oh, so many layers.
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