Application for Blythe House from House, M.D.

[hidden_house]

Blythe House remembered ushering John onto his train, tuning out his usual complaints about how trains were too slow and how some idiot was going to do some such thing that would surely make him late.  She remembered turning away from the distinctly normal-looking Amtrak train and having the idea to go to the market to buy herself some vegetables

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[damien_thorn]

"It's amazing how much people let modern media influence their children, don't you think?" Damien Thorn asked the new applicant. This seemed to be a woman after his own heart. "We feed such drivel to young, impressionable minds, and they soak it up, and later we wonder what's wrong with the new generation. This is the future that some people are willing to let rot in front of the television, instead of taking the chance to mold their children into strong, responsible individuals." There was a gleam in his eye as he got warmed up about the future of today's children, a topic that interested him greatly.

[hidden_house]

Blythe smiled at the man who came in, wondering if he was a teacher. "My son wasn't much for television when he was very small. He was more interested in watching ants cross the sidewalk. He once asked me how they knew to walk in a straight line like soldiers. If anyone's responsible for his overwhelming curiosity, it's probably me."

She chuckled and reached out to shake his hand. "Blythe House."

[damien_thorn]

Probably burned them with a magnifying glass, Damien thought, but smiled cheerfully. He wasn't concerned with any particular child, and his own mother's initial optimism had convinced him that a woman would attribute even a growing career in vivisection to an overly developed sense of curiosity, if it would explain away Junior's bad behavior.

"Damien Thorn," he said. "Your son sounds very clever. How old is he, five?"

[hidden_house]

Blythe smiled sweetly. "Forty-seven, as of December," she clarified, now slightly amused. "And no, he didn't burn them with a magnifying glass, if that's what you're thinking. He would pick one up and watch it crawl over his arm, then he would come ask me what their parts were called. For a while, I thought he might be a veterinarian or a zoologist. He certainly surprised me."

[damien_thorn]

Damien couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her comment. Psychic powers could add a bit of spark to what was becoming quite a dull conversation. He didn't know her son, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to mess with a telepath's mind. He decided to think about dogs, vicious hellhounds ripping into a man's flesh, possibly even her son's. Tearing the meat off his bones as he screamed for his mother.

"Let me guess, insurance agent?" Damien said, masking his look of surprise with a question about her son. "But enough about him," he said, changing the subject. "What do you do, when you aren't fussing over him or the husband mentioned in your application?"

[hidden_house]

Twit, Blythe thought instantly, now becoming rather annoyed by everything about this man. "A doctor, actually. A diagnostician with a double specialty in nephrology and infectious disease and why that's any of your business is beyond me."

She favored him with a bland smile and stuck out her hand. "But it was interesting meeting you, if not at all pleasurable. I suppose we might see more of each other, but as that seems like it'll be unpleasant, I'm sure it's best if we just endeavor to avoid one another as best we can."