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"Dr House, Dr Wilson, meet Dr Reeves."
House stares at the very familiar man Cuddy is introducing him to.
"he's our new head of paediatrics."
You smile at the two men, extend your hand out for one of them to shake it. Dr Wilson takes your hand and gives it a firm shake before letting go,
"James Wilson, head of oncology"
He replies with a smile.
You offer your hand to Dr House, He refuses. Wilson gives him a small nudge with his elbow. House still refuses. Cuddy shoots him a look, but tries to remain professional.
"this is Gregory house, our head of diagnostics."
Cuddy introduces him as he continues to practically ogle the man.
"it's a pleasure to meet you both"
You smile politely. You a feel House's gaze on you, His eyes keep flicking up and down, like he's trying to figure you out. It's exactly the way he looked at you a few nights ago.
Cuddy continues walking, and you follow behind her, it would be rude to interrupt her tour. You give a small wave the to two men before you walk out of view.
House stares at the elevator you walked into for a solid five seconds.
"House. You couldn't have said hello?"
House turns to face Wilson with a scowl.
"handshakes spread disease, I thought a good doctor would appreciate that."
Wilson's eyes thin slightly.
"why were you staring so much?"
"I was.. Assessing. Need to know my colleagues and all. He could be a creep for all we know."
House retorts.
"you were staring, do you know him?"
"...No. Of course not. I just met the guy."
Before Wilson can continue his questioning, Thirteen walks over, a mix of worry and exhaustion on her face.
"the patient just had another seizure"
"oh no! How awful! I need to attend to this immediately"
House quickly pushes Thirteen into the office by her shoulders.
"Sorry Wilson, duty calls."
Wilson can only sigh.
A few days later, you're sitting in the doctors lounge, enjoying your lunch. Sure you could eat in your new fancy office, but you'd like to be seen as sociable.
For lunch today, it's a chicken and ham sandwich with ketchup, some watermelon chunks, and a slice of brownie you made over the weekend.
The door to the lounge swings open, House steps in, cane by his side. He zeros onto you and limps over.
"Dr Reeves, nice lunch you've got there."
He points to your lunchbox, really inspecting it.
"what is that? A brownie?"
"mmh"
You mumble with your mouth full.
"i made it myself"
When he hears that he swoops down and picks it up, taking a large bite before you can protest.
"eh..had better,"
He grumbles as he finishes it off with another bite, his mouth covered in crumbs before he wipes it away with his sleeve. He plops down into the seat across from you.
"who taught you to bake?" House asks, not actually looking for a proper answer, just another way to insult you.
"I'm self taught."
"really? I would've never guessed"
He rolls his eyes.
"I mean... You ate it."
"it was passable."
"..right."
You finish off your sandwich and move onto the watermelon, you reach for a chunk and House's hand comes in to take it. You just pick up a different chunk.
He watches you as he chews on the watermelon, his expression souring. He hates watermelon.
Still, he continues to steal some from your lunchbox, until you bat his hand away.
"enough, bad dog."
You scold, mostly joking, But your words make House freeze for just a moment.
"What."
"huh?"
You mumble, you weren't really paying attention, you just wanted him to stop eating your food.
Instead of a reply, he stands up with a huff and walks out of the lounge, grumbling as he walks