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Dylan silently cursed as he walked down the hallway. He had gotten no previous phone call, email, or even letter. He didn't have to double-check either, because that's all he had been waiting on for the past week. It didn't make him feel much better when the secretary had said "Oh, another one well good luck." in short he felt everything was out of his control. As he made his way to the office by the directions secretary he noticed a young woman standing outside the door of where his office was supposed to be.

"Excuse me?" He asked. "I'm not sure if i'm in the right place. You see i'm looking for the office of Dr. Gregory House." He knew he was in the right place but he still didn't like the fact that someone else was there. What was wrong though apparently he already had the job, shouldn't he be happy? Sadly though the young Neurologist didn't feel the slightest bit comfurted by th thought. What he did feel though was angry and confused and it didn't seem like it was going to get any better than this.

He sighed on top of all this he had recieved terrible phone call this morning. Apparently over night his older brother's codition had worsened overnight. His big brother was slowly dying and there was nothing he could do about it. His big brother who done everything in the world to take care of him and Nick after their parent had fallen ill. It had seemed in possible at the time but slowly after a while though he had slowly grown to except it. Now he didn't know what to do he felt more alone than ever now, but at least he had Nick, no matter how much of an idiot he is.

Kinga turned her head slightly, looking this new doctor up and down. After observing her competition, she put her chin up as if superior. Inside, she was a gentle person but this job was the most important thing for her right now. If she could somehow discomfort him, perhaps it could help her in the long run. In fact, the words that came out of her mouth quite surprised her because she normally was not a strong person. All the years of being taught that men were the dominant sex had brainwashed her up until now. Now she was a free woman but still the tone of her voice was something new to her, something strange, but never the less she did enjoy the new feeling of power and womanhood.

"Can you read the sign on the door? And if you're here for the internship, you are too late. He called me this morning and basically told me that I had the job." Her slightly English accent also helped in her quest to sound professional however after she had spoken she felt a bit uncomfortable and almost sorry for her words. Without noticing, she put her hand up to her neck and turned around, resuming the tapping of her foot. She didn't want to look into his eyes as that was a sure sign of defiance. Her fiance would never have tolerated something like that.

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After hanging up the phone succeeding his call to Dylan, Dr. House sat in his chair and picked up his guitar. He could have, should have called a few more applicants, especially if he wanted his game to be exciting. He had thought of a new plan, a first task for his little lab rats with PhDs. He was happy, which was a rare state of mind for Dr. House, so he played a lighthearted melody on the guitar while he waited for his harried interns to arrive, or call, or sue him. Playing guitar always filled House with joy, especially just prior to messing with the lives of young new doctors.

A gentle knocking came at the door and House smiled with anticipation. He knew who it was and he was so excited to start his little game. He strummed a little louder as he finished up the melody he was playing before putting the guitar down and reaching for his cane. He stood up and made his way to the door. He noticed, through the glass door, a man walk up to Kinga. He was young and started to talk to her, likely this was Dylan. House was glad to see that both of them arrived quickly, even if they were “late.”

Opening the door Dr. House looked directly at the Indian woman and uttered, quite sarcastically, “Umm, where is the Chicken Tikka Masala I ordered? You expect to get paid and you do not even do your damned job.” Dr. House shook his head in disgust; the torture had begun and soon he would know if these people really took being doctors seriously or not. House then focused on Dylan, “Ah! You must be my new Doctor. Welcome aboard and get to work. First task is to cover your clinic hours. Go to the walk-in clinic, sign in on the log, note that you are covering for Dr. House, and work the clinic for the next three hours. When you are done come back to me, but not a second sooner. Oh and take a second to introduce yourself to Dr. Cuddy. Let her know you work for me.” As is typical of House he spouted orders in a commanding tone while giving his subordinates little time to say anything until he was completely done. This of course was part of the game, nothing like leaving your subordinates with a mountain of orders and giving them no time to write them down.

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Dylan was beggining to get very frustrated at this man who pretended to call himself a doctor. Not only that but the fact he blantly insulted that woman pissed him off even more, even if she did make that arrogant remark towards him. He was starting to get more and more fed up now he wanted him to his clinic hours also. No, he was going to show this "doctor" House that he took his work seriously.

"First of all I didn't sign up to sit in a clinic. I applied for Diagnostic." While saying this though he kept a completely calm tone. Also who the hell are you because your certainly not a doctor."

Suddenly, the phone ran and Hailie snatched it from its perch on her books, knocking half of them onto the floor in the process. She cleared her throat and waited for two more rings before she pressed the button to answer it. ‘Hello?’

‘Hailie? It’s Lisa,’ the voice on the other end said and Hailie deflated slightly.

‘Oh, hi Dr Cuddy.’

‘Listen, I know you were hoping this to be House, but you need to forget about waiting for him to call you and get yourself down here now,’ Cuddy said, sounding rushed. A frown creased Hailie’s brow.

‘Why, what’s happened?’

‘A nurse just told me two new interns have already come in within the last twenty minutes,’ the Dean of Medicine explained. ‘If you want a shot at this, you have to come now.’

Hailie hesitated for only a second. ‘I’m on my way.’

She ended the call and ran into the bedroom, startling Jason who was getting ready for work himself. In a mad rush, she pulled on a tailored pair of black pants, a professional looking shirt and a pair of moderately-heeled black boots. On her way out of the wardrobe, she grabbed her white lab coat and kissed her bewildered fiancé goodbye. As she hastily got into her car and began to drive toward Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, she decided House wouldn’t need to know she’d been tipped off by Cuddy. She knew it definitely wouldn’t help her if he found out.

Parking her car in the carpark set aside for the staff, Hailie made her way into the building, pulling on her lab coat on the way. As she approached the front counter, the nurse behind the desk smiled at her. Returning the gesture, Hailie asked for directions to House’s office. The nurse obliged and the young doctor was soon navigating her way through the halls of the hospital. At one point she saw Dr Cuddy in a patient’s room and she gave her a small grin as she walked past. When she turned into the hallway that housed Dr House’s office, she saw the infamous diagnostician talking to who she assumed were the two other interns. Taking a deep breath, she approached the group, tyring to exude confidence, but not sure if she was pulling it off.

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“Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap!” Gordon muttered, or more shouted, as he quickly navigated the smart corridors of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. A small dark stain marked his trousers from the coffee he’d spilt on them earlier, and he roughly attempted to cover the stain with his lab coat. The young doctor tried in vain to find the location of House’s office, despite the fact he’d been called in by the Head of Diagnostics more than an hour ago. Comon Morris, you’re slacking again! he thought to himself. This was supposed to be his big break, his entry into the respected world of diagnostics, and already he was screwing up.

Slowing his pace, he noticed a comfortable looking chair to his left, and resumed to collapse into it and gain his breath. Leaning his head against the wall behind him, he looked forward absent mindedly. It was only after some seconds had passed that he realised that the sign next to the door in front of him said ‘Diagnostics’, with an arrow pointing to the right. Rolling his eyes and cursing again, he pushed himself up lazily and began a hurried walk in the direction he had been sent. Another ten minutes, four flights of stairs, two lifts and six signs later he eventually stumbled upon House’s office. There were a few interns already assembled there, puzzling Morris. Had his job already been given away? Panicked, he hastily moved towards the group.

She was absolutely shocked at the way the doctor had dismissed her. However, it could have been an honest mistake... and if he really was a racist bastard he wouldn't be the first one she'd run into. Kinga was born in the United States, was American through and through, however people saw the color of her skin and ultimately assumed that she must have come from another country. No matter though, she would just have to deal with it if she wanted to obtain one of the most sought after intern positions in diagnostics offered in the country. Interrupting the other man who had spoken she said,

"I'm sorry Doctor, but I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm Kinga Mehra, you called my home about 20 minutes ago telling me to come in for the job? I sent my application about 3 weeks ago."

She stretched out her hand for him to shake, not necessarily expecting him to take it after the rocky start they had just had, but more because she didn't exactly know what to do next. Here she was, and 2 more people had shown up, and it was very near possible she could lose her edge of being first. Unless.. he wasn't taking on more than one, was he? The article in the science journal hadn't mentioned that more than one spot was available, but then again it had never said that there was only one. If that was the case, which she was beginning to think it was, she started to feel sick. Her stomach dropped as she thought back to the harsh words she had spoken to that man before. Well, there would be plenty of time to make it up to him and if not they would probably never see each other again. Instead, she waited with her hand stretched out as a sign of equality and no hard feelings. 6 seconds had already gone by and still her hand was empty.

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Dr. House just smiled at Dylan’s retort, but a perceptive individual could tell it pissed him off. In his anger he also completely ignored Kinga, not that he would have shaken her hand anyway. House sighed and took a deep breath. He was considering firing Dylan already, but what fun would that be when he can torture him instead. “The little bastard thinks he is above clinic hours. Well I will fix him,” House thought to himself as his lips curled up into a smile. He looked directly at Dylan and then quickly shifted his vision to Kinga, “Ok then, Kinga Mehra please go and cover my clinic hours and welcome to my team.” House looked back at Dylan and said, “If you do not want to do clinic hours then I need you to call The Brick Oven, the Indian restaurant down the street, and order my Chicken Tikka Masala.”

Angry, House didn’t give either of the two any time to answer or debate but instead slammed the door in their faces and on the faces of the two new interns to arrive. Dr. House quickly sat back in his chair before throwing his cane against the wall. He was angry, Dylan had pissed him off already and he just got here. He picked up his guitar and started to play again. While playing the soothing melody he thought of things to do to his poor new employees. He put the guitar down and waved in the two new interns once Kinga and Dylan left. He looked at Hailie and decided what he wanted her to do. He thought carefully before speaking, “If I am correct in assuming, you are here for the job even though I didn’t call you. I don’t know if that shows initiative or arrogance, but I will give you a shot.” House looked down at the memo on his desk before continuing, “Find Kyle Madison’s room and welcome him to the hospital. I want his chart, and some personal information. Tell him that you work for me and that you will be in charge of his care under me.” House then spoke to Gordon, “Lets see what can I have you do?” House sat for a moment pretending to think before saying, “Got it, I could use a coffee with my lunch, go to the Dunkin’ Donuts down the street and get me a French vanilla cappuccino, and mix in a little hot chocolate.” House sat for a second looking down at the resumes before dismissing the two doctors, “I need to make a phone call, please get to your tasks. I will meet you all in my conference room in three hours; tell the other two who were standing outside my door when you arrived.” House waited for the two to leave before calling Cassandra Walker. He was a little disappointed that all of his interns were late for their first day.

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"This Spades game is going to take forever." Cassandra said barely above a whisper, throwing out a heart and watching it being taken into another book by her partner. Normally Spades was a very crafty game and those who play need to pay attention but her mind momentarily drifted off from the game, not able to keep her hand or legs steady. Anticipation rattled her bones, nibbling on her bottom lip. She waited.

A whole day, she waited. She was referred by her Supervisor from her old hospital position to try and compete for the spot to be on Dr. House's team. Oblivious she was - hadn't a clue who Dr. House was and what was the big deal about him. Quick-witted though, she understood this may be a position of a life time. Something to definitely turn her luck around and get her into real, serious medical business - nothing like serving food to the elderly. What was the point to study the fields she did only to change diapers?

The cream-colored house phone laid in her lap, her head nodding off to the side and ignoring the chatter at the table. It was then her Aunt spoke up above her thoughts and above all other voices.

"Now, Cassie. You need to know you got to leave that attitude of yours behind or else you won't go no where in life, child." Her aunt said, a thick west indian accent drizzled over every word."You know how them boys are like - they see a woman wantin' to take control and they go batty."

Each word went through one ear and came out the other, branding her 'advice' to be nothing by mindless dribble. Standing up, she dismissed herself from the table and threw down the dealt cards. It wasn't one of those advices she wanted to hear, her Aunt still treating her as if she was some ditzy Teenager in High School. How absurd.

"Nana, You know what. With all of that mess you speak-" Saved by the ring, Cassandra picked up.

Her voice sounded a bit irritated but she managed to sugar it up to sound professional, praying in the back of her mind that this was her opportunity for a better job - that the one to answer on the other line was to be Dr. House. She didn't care if it seemed desperate to wait for the call, it was the fact she was dedicated, determined and desperate. The three d's this reckless woman never resorted to until now.

"Hello, Cassandra Walker speaking."

"Please take a deep breath?" The sound of slightly rasping breath could be heard in the small clinic room. "Good." Dylan sat down slowly rethinking the words he had spoken to house roughly an hour ago. Though he wouldn't admit it he was really beggining to rethink picking this over getting the take-out.

'Don't worry about it. You can handle this guy. I mean if you think about it all he seems to be is Nick with a P.H.D. level of intelligence.

He slowly removed the stephascope from the little boy's chest he was looking at. He swivled the chair he was sitting in around in turned to a fairly young lady sitting in a chair nearby.

"Your son seems to have a miled case of strepthroat. I'll send someone in to take a look at in in a minute." With that he walked out of the room without a word. He could here her calling back to him.

"But all you did was look at his throat and check his breathing once."

Dylan smiled. "That's all that needed to be done. Now have a nice day." He walked out and shut the door.

Finally done with this damn clinic hours.