Everybody Lies... or not? (House MD/Primeval crossover)
“What about the case?”
“There is no case,” House says, shutting the door of his office in the face of the three confused doctors who had been following him through crowded corridors.
“No case?!” Foreman storms in, his expression somewhere between amused incredulity and anger. “House, that guy is a nutcase.”
“No he isn’t,” House grimaces in annoyance. “He’s too boring to be crazy. By the way, the closed door means Go away!, I need my beauty sleep.”
“You mean you actually believe him?” Cameron gasps.
“Yep,” House leans back in his chair with a wide grin, obviously enjoying his employees’ shock.
“You believe he was attacked by a dinosaur.” Chase says in a flat voice, raising his eyebrows in suspicion, weary of another practical joke.
“Come on, there could be a number of reasons for such hallucinations,” Foreman objects.
“The dead boyfriend’s a hallucination too?”
“Seriously wounded,” Cameron mutters.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah have it your way,” House rolls his eyes.
“He could be lying,” Foreman interrupts again, ignoring House’s exasperated look.
“What happened to ‘everybody lies’?” Cameron interjects loudly.
“Boring British bureaucrats don’t count,” House says with a scandalized look as if suggesting anything else would be worse than high treason.
“This is ridiculous,” Foreman cries. “I think we should-“
“No, he’s right,” Chase says slowly, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration and ignores House’s mock-annoyed ‘no need to sound so surprised’. “Why would he tell such a fantastical story?”
“Lies are always fantastical,” Foreman shrugs.
“Not really. People lie to hide something embarrassing or weird.”
“And so the lies are always less extraordinary,” Cameron picks up on the thought, turning to the still doubting Foreman.
“Nothing is as unbelievable as the truth,” House grins smugly and swallows a Vicodin.