A New Patient {Wilson, House}

[Dr. House]

House frowned looking at his watch with a mixture of curosity and annoyance. Wilson had paged him almost twenty minutes ago and wasn't here. That must have been one engaging patient, verbally of course if it was just medical or an emergency Wilson would have either paged him or have left by now. Perhaps it was a pretty patient and they were getting verbal in different ways. This wasn't just House being a thirteen-year-old boy with a one-track mind, Wilson had a track record.

House took out a yo-yo, blue with orange stripes and the words "MSHS" written on it, parephenilia from a highschool that some guy had been selling. House had auctually paid for it suprisingly enough, but knowing Wilson, knowing everybody they would assume he had stolen it. House didn't care.

It rolled downwards grazing the carper and then up into his hand, just waiting. House wasn't very good at it, but as long as he had a distraction, a tiny little blip of something to keep him busy he could manage.

[Dr. Wilson]

Wilson slid into House's office with a weary look. He had meant to get here some time ago, but such was the life of a doctor. His pager had gone off just as he'd stepped onto the elevator and Jimmy'd had to dash back out to go attend to one of the various emergencies that people like he were needed for. He slunk to House's chair and collapsed in it before even looking at his friend. Today had been tiring, to say the least. He needed a coffee.

The file was waved at House languidly; James was otherwise eyeing the yo-yo with some trepidation. Though it had been over a week ago that Greg had launched a yo-yo into his salad, Wilson was still a little wary over what sort of grip the nephrologist had on his little toy. "Have a look." The arm holding the folder was extended towards House, his head propped up on the other.

[Dr. House]

House frowned, he looked too distraught to be lying, if anything there was a pretty good possibility he was telling the truth as if he wanted to cover something up he would come up with a more elaborate lie. Dissapointed, he looked at the file momentarily before pushing it back to Wilson. "Don't need anymore brain-damaged cousins," he said making refrence to an old patient Wilson has said was his cousin but wasn't.

"So she's got a weird brain, give it to the nuroligist, is she dying, showing symptoms other than taking an apparent interest in man way to old for her," House said wiggling his eyebrows at his friend who was still eyeing his yo-yo suspiciously. Quickly and with a great degree of deftness house let the yo-yo lose from his finger watching as it spiraled upward and then back down where he caught the string in his hand.

It had taken him a week to do that whils suffering through clinic duty. He was still trying to decide if the wasted hours were worth the cool trick or not.

[Dr. Wilson]

Wilson rolled his eyes at this latest comment. He rose suddenly, despite his exhaustion, hauling himself off the chair with sturdy grace. The doctor flipped through the file with prescision, stopping at a clear MRI image and holding it up to House's blue eyes. "Ah, but it wouldn't be interesting to you if she was dying." The image there was obviously a brain from the fact that it was within a skull; otherwise, it looked nothing like most brains do. Twas oddly shaped, with the lobes in all the wrong places. By all rights, she shouldn't have been alive.

"The fact that she's alive is shocking enough, but she's fully functional. Healthy. Happier than most people." The tone of his voice was unmistakably baffled, but impressed, too, and the more he spoke of Bree the more passionate his eyes seemed to grow. But the lines of stress and exhaustion were still present on his face; as he watched House there in his office, it was becoming more and more obvious that James did not take well to sleeping on a lumpy hotel bed.

[Dr. House]

So House was right. When House looked at the MRI his eyes widened. "What the hell, who did this MRI a turtle?" he laughed at his own inside joke with himself slightly angry that there wasn't anyone here who was also at his little show at the chapel. There was nothing that angered House more than having a funny joke, or particularily acid barb and being the only one to say it. "She has the brain placement of a Kiwi," he said, almost fascinated. "It's not that all of her brain is mixed up, just that everything is different sizes.

"Wait you said she's happier than most people, it could by a symptom how does that make her happier than most people, unless of course that's because she met you, or she could just be a Kiwi. Maybe the two are correlated."

[Dr. Wilson]

What --was House just...saying something about him that was...pseudo-nice? That Bree was either happier for having met him or was a kiwi? He gave Greg an almost questioning look, the sort of look he tended to give the older man right before he launched into a bout of psychoanalysis. He didn't feel the need to pick apart House's character at just this moment, however, and continued discussing the case at hand. Wilson flipped to another couple MRIs in the folder that had been dated years apart. "It's not a mistake...but I've never seen or heard of anything like this." Which was a feat in itself, considering all the bizarre cases that House had attracted over the years.

"Whatever it is, things have got to be fragile in there. We have no idea what even something as simple as a rhinovirus could do to her. Maybe you should let Foreman have a look?"

[Dr. House]

It wasn't intentionally nice if that would get wilson out of his I'm freaked out phase, more of a backhanded compliment intended spefically for searching for more information, like his relationship with the patient so he could tease him relentlessly. It was working, compliment or no. "So she's a freak, are we looking at this as a symptom or a cause. Or are cause and effect having an idenity crisis. And if she's happy what do you need me for, trying to make your "friend" miserable so she'll turn to you in her time of need, just a little manipulative don't you think."

He rolled the yo-yo onto the ground preforming a walk the dog trick. He had really gotten quite dexterous with the yo-yo and even preferred it to jugling (which he gave up after chasing after loose balls became another reminder of his insecurities.) "And Foreman, is in the Bahmas partying with P-Diddy and company." This was in-fact a complete fabrication as Foreman was visiting his sister who was in the last stages of cancer, but House didn't want Wilson to ask why his sister wasn't here if she had cancer because then he would get all upset because Duke, another excellent onocoligist was treating her, probably Wilson's only rival.

[Dr. Wilson]

Despite the humour he found in House's quip about the identity crisis of cause and effect, Wilson kept a resolutely stern face. He was usually more open to the man's wry comedy, but when it came to patients and people he cared about, he was all work and no play. Of course, he was inexorably tired, too, so that probably had something to do with it. He snapped the folder to a close exasperatedly and replied to House's initial question, obviously ignoring his other jab intented to probe James' relationship with the girl. "As a big, fat cause lacking a big fat effect, that's how we're looking at it."

He knew Greg had to be interested; they both knew all too well that things in the body were the way they were for a reason. Messing with the way things were supposed to be always had consequences of some kind, and the fact that Bree seemed to be fine was...eerie. Foreboding. It was a puzzle that could have dire consequences, House's favorite sort of case. He wouldn't even comment at Foreman's P-diddy cover, only cocking an eyebrow at the all-too obvious lie.