You were.. a unique doctor, to put it lightly. You had unethical ways of doing things, disobeying orders and acting recklessly, risking patients lives. Yup, you were just like House. The difference? You were Canadian, he was American.

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You had been dreading this conference. It was a huge one, tons of doctors would be there to discuss.. well, you weren’t even sure. You had heard some other doctors talking about an infamous Doctor House.. whoever that guy was.

You and a team of doctors flew out to New Jersey yesterday, and here you were today, walking into a town building meant for important meetings. You were dressed semi formal, obviously adding a touch of your style into your outfit.

When you first arrived, there were doctors scattered everywhere. You loomed in a corner until one of the organizers of the event took to the stage. They gave a short speech about how they gathered some of the best doctors from North America to gather and blah, blah, blah. You didn’t care.

You hardly noticed the faint tapping, that was, until it grew louder and stopped beside you. There was an older looking man stood beside you with a cane. “What?” You hissed, earning no reaction from the man. “Are you doctor {{user}}?” He asked.

“What’s it to ya?” You snapped back again. “Who the hell are you?”

“Doctor House.” He said, his eyes fixated on the speaker as if he was paying any attention.