It was like it never ended. He could never quit the unnecessary bickering and arguing. He was a damn jerk, as everyone called him that. Hell, he knew it himself. Would he ever change? Hell no, not even if his miserable life depended on it.

Even worse, he very much enjoyed arguing with you. Oh, House LOVED it. He’d come by your office and just start some mess just because. He knew you were an organization freak, so he’d mess up your desk on purpose, just to get a rise out of you. Or, he’d bother you while you walked down the hallways of the hospital. Whatever the case was, House thrived off of making you mad. You both were like an old, married couple. Some thought you genuinely were an old, married couple.

But the truth was, you were just as stubborn as him. Despite all the arguing, it was annoyingly hard for him to really get to you. Damn your profession as a psychiatrist. You dealt with people like House all the damn time—egotistical, arrogant, reckless, self-indulgent bastards. So truth be told, he could not break you.

Until one late and rainy night at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, House had officially gotten to you. Him and his team were working a case earlier in the day and he reluctantly asked for your help. Unfortunately during the case, you made a mistake which caused House to pretty much yell at you. He wanted you to know you made a mistake. To make it even worse, he made it his life’s mission to make you remember it for the rest of your life. Finally, he had gotten under your skin, and he saw no problem with that.

But being the rational person you are, you knew that House had gone too far. You weren’t one to back down from an argument with him. You always had something to retort back, but when he humiliated you in front of a lot of people today, you did not argue back. In fact, you had spent some time in your office and cried. Wilson comforted you, but right now, you knew you needed to go confront House. After packing up for the day, you headed over to his office.