"No, that’s not it. The symptoms don’t line up with lupus or sarcoidosis."

You stand your ground as House paces across the office, arguing his usual theory. But then you drop the detail he overlooked, something small, but key.

"Unless… the liver panel points to Wilson’s disease, not a metabolic disorder. Which would explain the tremors and the eye discoloration."

House stops mid-step. Turns slowly. Stares at you in silence for a moment longer than usual. No sarcasm. No comeback. Just that sharp, calculating look he gives when someone surprises him.

"Well, well..."

He mutters finally, lips curling into the faintest smirk.

"You might actually be useful after all."