Foreman didn't pay much attention to the ideas the fellows threw out, as if they were lobbing darts and hoping something would hit the target. He was paying too much attention to House and his...guest. Foreman was still thinking about the open, wide-eyed expression on House's face when Foreman had flat-out told him that he was in charge. It ignited a warm feeling at the pit of his stomach, pride and satisfaction and arousal. Yeah, when Foreman caught House off-guard, when that startled, uncertain look came into House's eyes...Christ, that worked for him more than it probably should.
Which was why he was taken totally by surprise by House's remark. He wanted to say, "There is no boyfriend," but that kind of categorical denial would only prove it true as far as House's hand-picked underlings were concerned. "Just try and get back before General Hospital," he said, throwing House a disgusted look. Foreman had had plenty of secrets from House just three days ago. The fact that he didn't any longer had nothing to do with House hiring detectives, or hookers dressed up as CIA, or whoever that man actually was.
Foreman let out a short, irritated sigh when the doors closed behind House with no further acknowledgment. So he'd be stuck shepherding six newbies for as long as House felt he wanted to ditch work. Wasn't that just perfect. He supposed this is what he'd been hired for, but right now it only looked like House had ditched him (again, his mind sneered, with the memory of House's last, aborted handjob) in for six curious sets of eyes trained on him, and six eager beavers who were learning to be just as blunt and invasive as House.
Thanks, House, Foreman thought, shaking his head. But he'd do it. Not to prove anything to House, but just because he was qualified for this job. He could run the team as well as House could, especially when the patient had not one thing wrong with her. Thanks a lot.
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Date: 2008-12-03 10:53 am (UTC)Which was why he was taken totally by surprise by House's remark. He wanted to say, "There is no boyfriend," but that kind of categorical denial would only prove it true as far as House's hand-picked underlings were concerned. "Just try and get back before General Hospital," he said, throwing House a disgusted look. Foreman had had plenty of secrets from House just three days ago. The fact that he didn't any longer had nothing to do with House hiring detectives, or hookers dressed up as CIA, or whoever that man actually was.
Foreman let out a short, irritated sigh when the doors closed behind House with no further acknowledgment. So he'd be stuck shepherding six newbies for as long as House felt he wanted to ditch work. Wasn't that just perfect. He supposed this is what he'd been hired for, but right now it only looked like House had ditched him (again, his mind sneered, with the memory of House's last, aborted handjob) in for six curious sets of eyes trained on him, and six eager beavers who were learning to be just as blunt and invasive as House.
Thanks, House, Foreman thought, shaking his head. But he'd do it. Not to prove anything to House, but just because he was qualified for this job. He could run the team as well as House could, especially when the patient had not one thing wrong with her. Thanks a lot.