Loved your House imagine! Can you do one where the reader is similar to him. Like sarcastic and sassy and a doctor like him but does more psychology side of it. Fluff or smut, I don't mind:))
House X Reader – Mirror Image Part 1
A/N – Let’s hope this House one actually
gets some bloody notes… it’s not a huge fandom.
Warnings – None
Rating – T
Cameron, Chase and Foreman bounced excitedly to your office. Cuddy had assigned them to learn from you for the week and the break from House’s arrogance was sure to be relieving; not to mention, you were one of the most prestigious psychologists across America.
“I’ll bet (s)he’s really great, working on more than hunches, unlike House,” Cameron gushed.
“(S)he’s going to teach us so much,” Chase marvelled.
“I’ll be stoked just to hear my own name,” Forman added. “Not ‘hey you,’ or ‘the convict.’ Doctor (L/N) will call me by my name.”
In your office, you heard the chatter of House’s protégés as they came down the hall. You sighed irritably, wondering why Cuddy had cursed you with three ingrates you didn’t want. They were in diagnostic medicine, any psychology you could teach them would be no use in their profession; it would all go in one ear and out the other.
They let themselves in your office, never bothering to knock, irking you further.
“You’re late,” You growled, folding your arms upon facing them.
“Uhh-” Chase mumbled.
“Hur Dur Dur,” You mocked. “IF YOU CAN’T FORM A SENTENCE, DON’T MAKE A SOUND.”
Chase swallowed nervously, the trio straightening up suddenly as if under inspection.
“I cannot believe that I’ve been assigned you three. Can any of you toddlers even spell psychology? Why you chose to study that primitive blood and gore is beyond me, especially when the human mind is so much more fascinating.”
“And you can teach us?” Cameron asked boldly.
“Oh sweet lord, I don’t think the combined intellects of Socrates, Freud, and Nostradamus could teach you three; you couldn’t even tell the time enough to get here. Still, you’re stuck with me for a week so I do have jobs for you.”
Despite the terrible introduction, Chase, Foreman and Cameron perked up slightly at the mention of jobs.
You pointed to them in turn, “You get me a coffee, you a copy of the T.V. guide, and you… organise the pens in my office; I want them in colour order.”
“Hey, you can’t use us as your slaves,” Foreman argued. “We’re here to learn, not do your crap.”
“Are you refusing to do what I’ve told you?”
“Yeah, I don’t need this shit, I’m going to do a real case.”
Chase and Cameron looked unsurely at Forman as he left the room, pondering the consequences of disobeying you.
You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, go on, go. At least he had backbone.”
They scurried after Foreman, eager to get away from you and back to the safety and familiarity of House; at least they knew how to handle him.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” House demanded, slamming his hands on your desk.
You glanced at his name badge, affirming that it was indeed House; you’d never met him before but you knew of him.
“Hmm, so when you’re done playing with human bodies, you settle your boredom by yelling profanities at other doctors. It’s like watching a baby spit out a dummy.”
House raised his eyebrows, he hadn’t been prepared for a battle of wits, considering that the hospital was full of dimwits. Despite that, he continued with his angry spiel, preparing for what you may argue next.
“They were yours for a week.”
“Chase, Foreman, and the other one. They were yours for a week. Think about it, you have them for one week wherein I can do what I want and finally get out of this hell-scape but no, you couldn’t even do that, you had to send them back to me for eternal suffering.”
“You had a poor relationship with your parents.”
“It’s why you have trouble with your assistants, they’re too much responsibility. Not that I blame you, you’d think three adults would know how to manage their time effectively without having to rely on us telling them what cases to do.”
House threw up his arms, “I know right, they’re so clingy and-” he stopped, pointing at you accusingly, “Oh no, you’re not getting in this brain, there’ll be none of that psychology crap on me.”
“Because you’ve obviously been in counselling before.”
“I’ll trade an experimental operation on you for a session.”
“Look, all you have to do is take them back, make them look at some charts or notes or something; it makes them feel important and I get a break to catch up on General Hospital and do what I want.”
“I’m not taking your mistakes; besides, you haven’t missed much on General Hospital, other than Gracie marrying Drake.”
House gasped, “No, she was clearly made for-”
“-Joseph, I know. Not to mention, now they’re married, Drake’s trying to steal Gracie’s shares in the hospital.”
“See, that’s exactly what I said… You know, for someone into all that disgusting fleshy stuff, you’re not so bad.”
“And for someone who wastes all their time pretending they’re not a glorified shrink, you have impeccable taste.”
House grinned darkly, “I was thinking we could move straight to meaningless sex.”
You looked him up and down seductively, “Your place or mine?”
“Yours, I’m curious to see if your pay grade’s above mine.”
“Works for me.”