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[House M.D] House x Reader (Part 2)

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You tear through your office. Multiple papers and documents are scattered everywhere, on the walls and the floor. For things on the walls red string connects them while things on the floor pile on top of them. You huff, kicking and punching a wall in frustration.

"Jesus, what happened in here? Looks like a bomb went off."

House limps in on his cane with smirk. You turn to him and growl.

"You!" You shout "Who do you think you are?"

You storm up to him and with a harsh shove. He takes a step back with a quiet mutter as you cross your arms.

"Well," He says, tapping his chin "I believe I'm a Doctor who has been chosen to supervise you. But your guess is as good as mine."

You stand before him, glaring as you bite your lip uncrossing your arms. You grit your teeth and clench your fists, but shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

"How are you related to Cuddy? You're so different."

"Grr! You're so-.. so-.. so.."

"So what?" He repeats "So angry I have to play daycare with you?"

You let a squeal of anger escape you before walking back to your desk and sitting down. But not before throwing your arms up in the air.

"Ah yes, throwing a tantrum. How incredibly useful." He comments

"Shut up House."

"Ooh, feisty. I'm so very wounded. What's next? Pouncing and biting?" He cocks a brow "Now then,"

He pulls out a file from his coat. You glance at it.

"Where did you get that file?" You question suspiciously,

"Cuddy gave it to me. What kind of supervisor would I be if I had no idea what your case was about?" He responds

"You're not my supervisor because I don't need a goddamn supervisor! Especially not you!" You shout

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, I was about to be saying," He rolls his eyes, opening the file up again "Your patient, little Johnny over here, has symptoms including diarrhea, heartburn, pain in the abdomen, fatigue, weight loss despite along with the kicker, shortness of breath."

"So?" You huff

You growl at him threateningly. You place your hands on your desk, glaring at him. You both stare into each other's eyes, analyzing each other as silence passes over. Finally, you look away after a moment you sit back down.

"So? It's obviously not what you'd originally thought." He concludes before continuing "Now, you figured he had Asthma and sent him home with an inhaler. Only to have him return a week or so later with two new symptoms. Abdomen pain and heartburn."

"What are you getting at House?" You finally cut in

"What I'm getting at F/n, is that he has cystic fibrosis."

You slam your fist down on your desk as you stand up. House just shakes his head and looks back up at you after a moment or two.

"My god, are you drunk?" He suddenly asks

"No.." You answer, trailing off "What's it to you?"

"Increased aggression. Also, it's not hard to notice how dilated your eyes are."

You slump back into your chair.

"Ah, an alcoholic doctor, how lovely. Bet that'd be a best seller." He rolls his eyes

"Hey! I didn't judge your way of living when I walked in here did I?" You accuse, waving your finger

"No wonder why Cuddy assigned you to me," He huffs "You're a mess! A mess that your own sister isn't even willing to deal with!"

"At least I don't pop pills!" You retaliate

"Yeah, instead you drink."

Just as you say that, he pulls out a bottle from his coat. He pops it open and takes out a pill, depositing it in his mouth. You point at him as he just looks at you exasperated.

"I'm in pain." He points out "If you didn't notice my obvious limp."

He points down at his foot and silence passes over you. But it was brief.

"You're not the only one who's in pain!" You argue "It can't be that bad.."

"You're right." He agrees

You look up at him in surprise. 

"It really can't be that bad. But you know what is that bad? Being taken care of by a drunk doctor who's too busy crying about himself/herself and her sorry excuse for a life. Things don't always go your way, that's just how it is."

And just like that he shuts you down. You get up from your chair and approach him, standing before him once more. Your e/c eyes look up into his blue ones.

"How have we not been fired yet?" You ask

"I don't know. But what I do know is that we need to focus on the task at hand. And that task is, is that we need to get that kid treatment."

You nod in understanding.

"Okay." You say

"So it's true." A voice cuts in "They really put you two together."

You and House step away from each other. Turning to look at his old team, along with his best friend Wilson, standing in the doorway.

"You two are pretty alike. I'm not sure whether to be worried or not." Cameron adds

"Glad to see the gang's all here." You clap your hands together sarcastically

"Now is not the best time kids. Mommy and Daddy are having a scuffle because Daddy is trying to prove Mommy wrong." House remarks

"Oh fuck you" You roll your eyes

"How are they Cuddy's sibling?" Wilson asks

You walk back over to your desk and open it, pulling out a bottle of scotch. You pop it open and take a swig. There was no way you could deal with these people sober.

"I asked the same thing." House replies

"Is he/she.. drinking?" Chase asks

"Looks like it." Foreman answers

"Oh no, he's/she's just dancing. I promise." House remarks more

"Who's idea was it to put you both together?" Wilson asks

"I have no idea, but all I know is that House has a new case." Cuddy says, walking in

She walks over and sets down another file on the desk. House sits up but you grab it before he can. You open it up and start looking at it. Your eyes widen as you look through it, shuffling through the papers and the picture of the patient.

"Cuddy?" You ask

She hums in response.

"Why is this my husband's case file?" You ask

Her eyes widen as she looks at you. You glance back at her, confused and surprised. House just smirks, pulling out his pill bottle, opening it and taking one out.

"Looks like someone is sleeping on the couch tonight."