Mary was sitting at the nurses station looking over a few charts and making notes about medication when Gretchen Marks walked up with a bemused look on her face
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From within the office came the tell tale sound of someone careening misstepping and careening into a piece of furniture, with a resulting yelp! Followed the the equally tell tale sign of a piece of furniture being picked up and set back to rights before a voice, slightly out of breath, called out.
"Come in!"
Within the office, Wilson was running his fingers through disheveled dark hair trying to tame it back into place but it was a loosing battle, he was just going to have to deal with looking rumpled. Besides...everyone was fairly aware of what he was doing in here so there was no point in trying to act dignified.
Unless it turned out to be Vogler out there in which case he was seriously screwed as his labcoat was currently tossed across the back of his desk chair. Wilson smiled wryly and shoved his hands into his pockets leaning on the edge of his desk and waiting to see who entered.
The blinds rattled as Helene pushed the door open. The sight of Dr. Wilson--completely failing to hide what he had been doing, and seemingly resigned to the fact that it was quite useless to try--brought another bright grin to Helene's face. And it was equally pointless to try to hide that, so she let it happen naturally.
"Are you practicing in case there's some music at the dinner?" she asked, eyeing his labcoat. He had forgotten to turn off the music.
Laughing gently, Wilson shook his head leaning back and stretching across his desk to turn down the radio a little so he had a better chance of hear her.
"Oh no. I don't dance in public. I promised House years ago I would never dance in public again and I've kept to that promise."
Taking another deep breath he tilted his head at Beal curiously. "What did you need, Doctor Beal?" Figuring she had something on her mind to be knocking on his door.
Now it was she that was a little embarrassed. She really had no reason for barging into his office. It was just an excuse for a little human, non-patient contact. And shade of the blinds was, for some reason, comforting.
"You really aren't that bad. And, with all due respect to Dr. House, although I've never met him, who cares what he thinks of it anyway?"
With that, Helene knew she was out of things to say. She absentmindedly rubbed her knuckles on the side of her face. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, though. I used to dance and I was just... curious. And I needed a pick-me-up." Her laughter was awkward.
Having straightened up, Wilson crossed his arms down under his rib cage, shirt sleeves rolled partially up along his forearms in deference to the warm weather outside.
Studying the second year as she came in and then began to look a tad awkward the oncologist moved away from the edge of his desk and waved her towards a chair, pulling his own desk chair out from behind the desk, he remembered how she had been nervous with his sitting to close so he was going for a compromise. Waving her towards the chair where she'd sat the last time she's come his office he invited with a friendly smile.
"A pick-me-up eh? Hmmm I seem to be well stocked up with those today, what size do you think you might need?"
House let himself in, curious at the closed shades of Wilson's office. But one look at Wilson told everything. "You've been dancing, haven't you." House limped in, ignoring Helene, he didn't care who she was or why she was there. But then an afterthought, he did look at Helene,"You aren't teaching him to dance, are you? If you are, don't attempt." House looked back to Wilson, "The results are insanely gross."
Sprawling out in his chair, hands folded over his trim abdomen the oncologist didn't even twitch as House careened into his office.
"Doctor House!" He called out in a chipper tone. "Please let me introduce Doctor Helene Beal, a second year oncology resident. Doctor Beal, Doctor Gregory House. Head of Diagnostics."
And now since he had been polite in the introductions he began to rock his chair slowly back and forth, pinning his old friend with an amused glance.
"No, I do not know where the gummibears are hidden. He hasn't told me, I haven't asked."
And just as calm as that, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a little brown shape which flew threw the air towards the Diagnostician.
Her eyes nearly became too wide for their sockets. She looked up and Dr. House and opened her mouth to say, "Hello," but what came out was, "You stole my carob bunnies!"
And, quite a surprise to Helene herself, she wasn't the least bit embarrassed.
Catching the Vicodin, he said mischeviously,"I conned Doctor Riley to get me some, but it's always good to have extra stash." Sticking the bottle into his pocket, it clunked next to the other full bottle he had.
And if he had heard the introduction to Helene or cared, he didn't bother to show it. He sat down in chair nearby Wilson, resting his cane against the wall.
But when she blurted out "You stole my carob bunnies!" He looked at her and responded casually,"No I didn't. I LIBERATED Wilson, Chase, Foreman, Cuddy, and Cameron's bunnies."
"Liberated my bunny? That sounds somewhat...wrong."
Still relaxed in his chair, watching the two and seeing how the conversation about the bunny unfolded. Helene's rubbing at her eye, the action with the contact lense, the rubbing at the shoulders... all of it got carful scrutiny from the oncologist as well as her admission to the 'not-date' -damn but there was a lot of that going on around here- with Foreman.
There was something about Dr. House's manner that made some part of something inside Helene smile, but she shook her head and brought her brow low over her eyes. "If by liberating them you mean you unwrapped them... and then ate them--" she gestured somewhat dramatically with her small hands "--then, yes, I suppose you're a regular Moses."
The haze on her lens was still causing partial blindness, but she ignored it and studied Dr. House for a moment. She eyed his cane and tried guess his age; a general hobby of hers. Helene couldn't come to a precise answer, although she decided he was definitely younger than he looked. He seemed somewhat ruthlessly aged.
House ignored the resident. He wasn't interested in talking to residents. He had come for a reason anyway. Not that he needed one, to visit Wilson. He blinked and said, "I need to borrow your ugly green tie." Settling into the chair he said, almost smugly,"I'm not giving Cameron the satisfaction of wearing a decent tie."
A pause. "Oh yeah, and if you do that thingy..." He made a random gesturing, pointing randomly, "where you put it around your neck and tie it for me...so I don't have to...that'd be great."
Truth be told, it was a rather unappealing tie, but not unwearable. Helene had been noticing it for quite some time, but, of course, she had never said a word about it. Dr. Wilson's taste in clothing generally won her approval. Still, she secretly hoped that Dr. House would lose the tie before getting a chance to return it.
She released a long sigh and rubbed her eye again. "At least someone ate them. I'm not sure everyone would have liked them anyway."
House watched Wilson take out the tie. "Who uses ties, anyway. Except for funerals and court orders and weddings." House blinked,"But I don't go to weddings." Another blink. "...or funerals, for that matter."
"And yet amazingly you do respond to court orders. Who ever would have thought it." Wilson tried to sound properly incredulous.
And just because his friend had been an ass... a particular ass, the oncologist stepped over to the chair where House was making himself comfortable and flipped the tie around the other man's throat, reaching to button the ever-open button at his throat and then he set about tying the tie around House's neck.
Only fair, after all...House was going to be the one to wear it.
Over his shoulder to Beal, Wilson answered in a distracted tone. "The comments I heard from the people whos bunnies were not liberated was they were quite good and well received. That was a nice thing of you to do."
Attention back on House the oncologist grumbled in an aggreived tone. "Stop wiggling or so help me I'll insist you wear a tie clip."
"Come in!"
Within the office, Wilson was running his fingers through disheveled dark hair trying to tame it back into place but it was a loosing battle, he was just going to have to deal with looking rumpled. Besides...everyone was fairly aware of what he was doing in here so there was no point in trying to act dignified.
Unless it turned out to be Vogler out there in which case he was seriously screwed as his labcoat was currently tossed across the back of his desk chair. Wilson smiled wryly and shoved his hands into his pockets leaning on the edge of his desk and waiting to see who entered.
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"Are you practicing in case there's some music at the dinner?" she asked, eyeing his labcoat. He had forgotten to turn off the music.
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"Oh no. I don't dance in public. I promised House years ago I would never dance in public again and I've kept to that promise."
Taking another deep breath he tilted his head at Beal curiously. "What did you need, Doctor Beal?" Figuring she had something on her mind to be knocking on his door.
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"You really aren't that bad. And, with all due respect to Dr. House, although I've never met him, who cares what he thinks of it anyway?"
With that, Helene knew she was out of things to say. She absentmindedly rubbed her knuckles on the side of her face. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, though. I used to dance and I was just... curious. And I needed a pick-me-up." Her laughter was awkward.
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Studying the second year as she came in and then began to look a tad awkward the oncologist moved away from the edge of his desk and waved her towards a chair, pulling his own desk chair out from behind the desk, he remembered how she had been nervous with his sitting to close so he was going for a compromise. Waving her towards the chair where she'd sat the last time she's come his office he invited with a friendly smile.
"A pick-me-up eh? Hmmm I seem to be well stocked up with those today, what size do you think you might need?"
Easy, gentle humor.
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"Doctor House!" He called out in a chipper tone. "Please let me introduce Doctor Helene Beal, a second year oncology resident. Doctor Beal, Doctor Gregory House. Head of Diagnostics."
And now since he had been polite in the introductions he began to rock his chair slowly back and forth, pinning his old friend with an amused glance.
"No, I do not know where the gummibears are hidden. He hasn't told me, I haven't asked."
And just as calm as that, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a little brown shape which flew threw the air towards the Diagnostician.
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And, quite a surprise to Helene herself, she wasn't the least bit embarrassed.
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And if he had heard the introduction to Helene or cared, he didn't bother to show it. He sat down in chair nearby Wilson, resting his cane against the wall.
But when she blurted out "You stole my carob bunnies!" He looked at her and responded casually,"No I didn't. I LIBERATED Wilson, Chase, Foreman, Cuddy, and Cameron's bunnies."
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Still relaxed in his chair, watching the two and seeing how the conversation about the bunny unfolded. Helene's rubbing at her eye, the action with the contact lense, the rubbing at the shoulders... all of it got carful scrutiny from the oncologist as well as her admission to the 'not-date' -damn but there was a lot of that going on around here- with Foreman.
Her question? He was formulating his answer.
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The haze on her lens was still causing partial blindness, but she ignored it and studied Dr. House for a moment. She eyed his cane and tried guess his age; a general hobby of hers. Helene couldn't come to a precise answer, although she decided he was definitely younger than he looked. He seemed somewhat ruthlessly aged.
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A pause. "Oh yeah, and if you do that thingy..." He made a random gesturing, pointing randomly, "where you put it around your neck and tie it for me...so I don't have to...that'd be great."
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"What is bad about this is he's serious."
What was amusing was the oncologist rocked back to his feet and leaned towards one of his desk drawers, rumaging within.
"I thought it was very thoughtful of Doctor Beal to provide the treats which you proceeded to eat... all of."
Easily keeping the resident involved in the conversation even though House was ... well ... being House.
Surfacing with the green tie -at least it was not puke green!- Wilson reached up to the knot of his current neckwear and began to yank it loose.
"You know... I think this is called enabling. I am enabling you to avoid tying a tie."
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She released a long sigh and rubbed her eye again. "At least someone ate them. I'm not sure everyone would have liked them anyway."
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And just because his friend had been an ass... a particular ass, the oncologist stepped over to the chair where House was making himself comfortable and flipped the tie around the other man's throat, reaching to button the ever-open button at his throat and then he set about tying the tie around House's neck.
Only fair, after all...House was going to be the one to wear it.
Over his shoulder to Beal, Wilson answered in a distracted tone. "The comments I heard from the people whos bunnies were not liberated was they were quite good and well received. That was a nice thing of you to do."
Attention back on House the oncologist grumbled in an aggreived tone. "Stop wiggling or so help me I'll insist you wear a tie clip."
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