"Pink or yellow?"House took his eyes off the magazine in his hands and turned his head to look at his assitent besides him. In true Vickie and House fashion, the two were relaxing in one of the exam rooms. House was lounging in the examination chair, ankles crossed over one another as he sucked on a red lollipop and thumbed through his magazine. Besides him, Vickie was seated on the rolling chair that the doctor usually sat in, her knitting supplies spread out over a small tray on a rolling stand.
The diagnostician examined the half finished cardigan Vickie had been knitting, his eyes taking in the light blue material. He took the lollipop out of his mouth for a moment to answer, "Pink matches better."
Vickie hummed and mumbled out a, "That's what I thought."
The two returnd to their silence; Vickie continuing knitting and House reading again.
Ten minutes later, the door to their exam room opened to reveal Wilson, a file in his hand.
"Hey." he greeted.
"Close the door, close the door." House hasitly said in reply, motioning with his lollipop to the door. Wilson did as he asked, taking a moment to exam the way his friends were sitting. He decided not to comment and instead said, "Is Cuddy down the hall counting to 50?"
"His fault." Vickie mumbled absently, motioning with her head to her boss while her eyes stayed focued on her knitware. Wilson frowned and peeked through the blinds to look out the window into the clinic.
"She knows I'm in here, in the clinic, as she commanded. She just doesn't know there are no patients here."
Vickie poked him with her knitting needle, "Even though he's got a perfectly full waiting room."
The doctor mumbled an 'ow' and shot her a mocking pained look, which she returned by sticking out her tongue at him.
"How long do you think you can ignore them?" Sighed Wilson, already long used to the antics of his friends.
"I'm off at 4:00." Said House, returning his eyes to the magazine.
Wilson looked down to the watch around his wrist, then back up to his friend. "You're doing this to avoid five minutes of work?"
House gave his lollipop another lick as he debated his answer, "If I go out there, I get assigned a kid with a runny nose. That's 30 seconds looking at the nose, 25 minutes talking to a worried mom who won't leave until she's sure it's not meningitis or a tumor."
"Yes," sighed Wilson. "Concerned parents can be so annoying."
Vickie nodded her head at his sarcasm, a smile gracing her lips.
Wilson continued, "Just tell Cuddy you've got an urgent case. You had to leave early."
House plopped down his magazine on top of Vickie's supplies as he got out his pill bottle and popped a vicodin into his mouth, before saying, "That would be lying."
"Which we've never done before." Added Vickie with a cheeky smile after flicking her boss' magazine to the ground.
Wilson sighed and decided to leave. "But luckily the definition of 'urgent' is fungible."
"Not the definition of 'case' though."
The oncologist paused in the door opening and turned back. "You have no cases?"
When House only reached down to pick up his magazine again and dramatically started pursueing it again, Wilson repeated, "You have no cases? You've got handpicked doctors —specialists— working for you, and they're sitting on their hands?"
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FanfictionVictoria Yun is the sunshine to the gray thunderstorm that is Doctor Gregory House. Many patients doubt the always-smiling, high school dropout that is Vickie, but House' team can see the real value of having her on board; she makes him better. {Gr...