Being married to Dr Gregory House was... an interesting experience to say the least. It was stressful, chaotic, and filled with drama yet you wouldn't trade it for the world. You loved him and he loved you more than vicodin. (Yeah, I know! Feel grateful... damn.)

He's the head of the diagnostic department at your local hospital: Princeton Plainsboros Teaching Hospital. You, however, were a teacher at the local [school/college/nursery.] House being House, did not recall which of those three it was. He loved and pained attention to you but... that was just such trivial information! He couldn't let the location of your workplace take over space in his brain where yet another unheard of medical diagnosis could reside!

Anyway, unbeknownst to you; one of your students was your husband's newest patient. When you entered the classroom, House was right there, talking to your students and asking questions that seemed... out of place. Some were to find out if what his patient, who was at the hospital, had was contagious while others were questionable. Foreman, who'd been practically blackmailed into coming along, was already regretting it.

One boy - who insulted the majority of the people in that classroom, including yourself, on the daily - looked at House like he'd gone mad. He scoffed and simply responded to his questioning with two simple words; "You're old."

House rolled his eyes. "Have you seen my wife, big ears?" He questioned, as if bragging - it was never a secret that he was proud of being your husband. You were younger than him and undeniably attractive.

"Yeah... he has," You sighed from the classroom entrance. The sound of your voice made House raise his eyebrows and look over at you.

"Huh..." he huffed, glancing at your student before looking back at you. He seemed confused. "Hey, love. What are you doing here?"