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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 3, 2009 17:32:01 GMT -7
Angel closed the door to her office and let out a loud sigh. She hated meetings, and was glad that that one was over. Looking at her watch, she noticed it was passed lunch time. That's it, she thought to herself, I am taking my lunch now otherwise I will never get to take it. She didn't bother to lock the door, figuring if someone did come to her office, they would atleast knock... unless it was House.
She had brought something to eat with her instead of buying her lunch, but she wasn't terribly hungry at the moment. Instead, she picked up the book she was reading and headed to the couch. Stopping part way, she moved back to her stereo, turning it on so that she had some background noise while she read.
Settling herself on the couch, she kicked off her shoes. Smiling, she sat herself down on the couch, and turned herself around so that her legs were up against the back of the couch and her head was hanging over the edge. She knew it probably looked rather silly, a grown woman, a doctor no less, sitting upside down reading, but she didn't care. She was on her lunch break and she was going to enjoy it.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 12, 2009 11:26:26 GMT -7
House finished his Reuben sandwich and wadded up the paper wrapping, looking for a place to throw it out. With no traditional garbage receptacles in sight, he opted for killing two birds with one stone and thump walked to Angel's door. He opened it and smirked, throwing the wad of his refuse at Angel on the couch. "You know, reading upside down to promote blood flow to the brain and thus heightening brain power is a myth. You'll still be as stupid as you were before, only this time you actually look stupid."
He thump walked over to her desk and took a seat in her chair, disturbing the contents on her desk with his feet. He poked at her computer, amused at her screen saver, before going into the systems preferences and replacing the screen saver with one of a download from Playboy. Miss November looked awesome for the part.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 11:33:19 GMT -7
Angel was so caught up in her reading that she didn't hear her office door open and close, or someone come in for that matter. It wasn't until a balled up wrapper hit her that she was drawn away from the story line. "Have you ever heard of knocking?" She inquired, not looking up from her book. Sighing, she closed it and turned herself upright to look at him. "What do you want House?" She inquired, standing and smoothing out her pants.
"And leave my computer alone. I don't need any porn or smut on there." She grumbled, looking over at him as she put away her book.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 12, 2009 11:50:20 GMT -7
"Well, you know what they say," House smirked with satisfaction as Miss November flaunted what she had, "if Mohamed won't come to the mountain, the mountain will come to Mohamed." He poked at a figurine sitting on her desk, before losing interest and pulling open one of her files. "Quadruple by-pass," he oohed with mock interest, "did you check to make sure he wasn't still eating ice cream under the covers at night?
"Oooh, the things they think they can get away with," House shook his head sadly, looking dolefully at Angel. He liberated her pen from the catch all cup and began doodling in the margins. What did it matter anyway? Guy was dead in four months, tops.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 11:56:11 GMT -7
Angel raised an eyebrow at his comment about Mohamed. "Did I miss something?" She said, shaking her head. She watched him with careful eyes as he began poking around her desk.
Growling, Angel grabbed the file from him. "I'm sure that the nurses check to make sure he's not doing anything he shouldn't." She muttered. He'd only been here for a couple of minutes and already she was ready to throw something at him. "Honestly..." She caught glimpse of what was now on her screensaver. She leaned across him to change the screen saver back to the photo of her and Wilson together that was on there before hand. "Why are you here?" She demanded.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 12, 2009 12:39:06 GMT -7
House shamelessly snuck a peek down her shirt as she bent over him. Nice, lace bra today. "February second. Think back. I know it's hard, given the fun and wacky times that happened since. Can I just mention that Valentine's day was just the highlight of my month?" Given that was the second time he had walked in on his best friend getting freaky with Angel, and then had ended up locking them all in the room by misfortune of a broken lock that simply wouldn't unlock... yeah, fun times.
"You came into my office, full of dread and woe, and the weak cover story of a clinic patient. Why do my doctors all do that?" House frowned in thought, before shaking his head. He had a bigger fish to fry with Angel. His long fingers curled around his cane, rolling it like a particularly large joint. He looked Angel square in the eye, wanting to see the emotions in them as she would eventually get what he was referencing.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 12:49:55 GMT -7
Angel glanced down and noticed what House was looking at. Whacking him with the file she was holding, she stood up and straightened her blouse out. "Oh yes, how can I forget you and Lisa walking in on James and myself." She sighed. She then stopped to think about February second,
His words made that day come back, the laparascopy, the wanting a week to think about it... A week..."Right, it's been more than a week." She whispered, moving away from the desk. Had she really come to terms with the idea of never being able to have children. "So I take it you've come to make sure that this time I schedule it?"
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 12, 2009 13:05:00 GMT -7
House shrugged, "no, I just came to throw garbage on you and mess around with your computer. Yes, I came to make sure that you scheduled it. It needs to be confirmed, and then from there you'll need to consider the options that may arise from that confirmation. Depending on what we find, we'll need to go over a course of treatment. I mean, you don't want to be in pain every time you piss, right?"
House sat back, then considered again. Maybe she did. Maybe she was running from the pain, running from the truth. "Unless..." he murmured out loud, "you're running. Running like you did from mommy. Running from Jackass, running from the pain, but you're so twisted that you'll suffer through pain just so you don't have to face the diagnosis."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 13:12:33 GMT -7
"Of course I don't want to be in pain every time I need to use the washroom." She hissed.
Her eyes went wide at his next comment. "How dare you!" She said, venom lacing her words. "How dare you come in here and say that I'm running." She wanted to walk right up to him and smack him, repeatedly. "I don't need to explain myself to you." She was bubbling with anger. Then she remembered the last time she was thoroughly angry with him, and what the results had been. "Do you blame me for not wanting to find out? How would you feel if you were a woman, facing the idea that she'll never be able to have children?" She ran a hand through her hair, trying to control her feelings. She began to pace the floor of her office, bare feet against carpet. Well, one barefoot and one in a walking cast.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 12, 2009 13:45:47 GMT -7
House crossed his eyes trying to actually think about how he would be like as a woman. He couldn't picture much but the whole playing with boobs part. Then he had to fantasize about playing with his boobs. Oh yeah, that would so rock. "Yeah," he nodded, "if I were a woman, I'd so be playing with those jugs 24/7 then I'd probably be ruling the world with an iron fist! I would be all powerful! Muwahahaha!" He mock cackled. He had never considered having kids, or if he had, the thought had been regarding his desire to never have kids.
"Anyway, schedule the laprascopy. The hospital needs more money. It's been twenty two days. I think I've given you more than a week to think about it. In fact, I gave you three times the original request. Or do I need to sit here some more and pull out my rusty soft science of psychology?"
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 13:55:16 GMT -7
Angel rolled her eyes at his comment about playing with his boobs constantly. Did that comment honestly surprise her? As for ruling the world, she somehow doubted House as a female would rule the world. Maybe the seedy underworld, and even then.
"Fine, I'll schedule it and let you know when it is. Considering you are the one performing it, am I remembering correctly?" She inquired softly. She knew it would have to get done eventually, so it was better to get it done and over with. "Stick with diagnostics House, psychology isn't your thing."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 12, 2009 14:04:38 GMT -7
House was smug with his victory. "Good, I'm free anytime this week and next week. Take longer and I'll be back." He finished doodling a grave marker in Quad-bypass heart guy's file that said, Here lies Robert McBride, big, fat and wide. He shouldn't have eaten that last corn dog. RIP.
"I hope he's a donor," he muttered to Angel, "someone could use his corneas. They sure are pretty." He lurched to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane. He made his way to the door with a thump, shuffle shuffle. "Psychology is boring and easy, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Fraser."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 12, 2009 14:08:17 GMT -7
"Fine." Angel muttered as she watched him get up and move towards the door. She looked down at the file that he had just doodled on and sighed. "Next time House, don't do artwork on my files." She said, closing the file. Now she'd have to retype everything and make a new one, one without any doodles on it. "If you must do some art, feel free to use the walls."
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