house M.D.

Pairing: Gregory House x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a birthday present for his stalker turns into something more, House finds himself liking it.

Content Warnings: Allusions to smut, 20+ year age gap. The reader is estranged from her parents and has a little brother.

Cane hitting the dirty pavement as he stepped down after, House shook his head at the familiar frame, only this time she stood against what looked like a brand new car, keys mindlessly twirling around her finger.

Grinning at his entrance, Y/N straightened up. "Wanna go for a ride?"

"I'm good, though I'm sure there's someone else who'll pay you to chauffeur."

Smile not faltering as she was used to his particularly sharp humor, she continued. "Come on, doc. I just got it for myself, as a birthday present."

He scoffed, glaring at the car. "How old are you turning? 8? Are you even old enough to drive?"

"Close," She took a stride towards him. "I'm turning 18."

The doctor furrowed his brows. "Well, if you're 18 then I have, what's it called? Mad cow disease."

Excited at the opportunity to show off her medical knowledge so far, she retorted. "You'll need a brain biopsy for Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease."

Peeking into the car, House pursed his lips at the mail inside. "You got into Princeton, congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Now, let's say you got financial aid, that's still roughly 10,000 dollars. How'd you afford a car?"

"I got a job and I saved. I'm a big girl, I can pay for my stuff. Anything else you want to interrogate me about?"

Impressed at her confidence, he dug into his pocket, retrieving a sum of money. "Here, go buy yourself a teddy, as a gift from me to you."

"This is two dollars."

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I not living up to your rich - double your age - sugar daddy dream?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking the dollar bill back into his pocket. "I don't want money, I want a date."

Feigning confusion, he turned to walk toward his bike. "I'm sure you can go find a Princeton boy to take you out."

"No, I want a date with you." She frowned at his disinterest. "Give me one night to show you a whole new world and get all deep."

He mounted his bike. "Happy birthday."

"You know my number if you change your mind."

Going about his usual routine, House had winded down with Wilson in exam room one. "You're not thinking about going out with her, are you?"

He shrugged, attention still captured by the latest episode of Prescription: Passion. "There are no real cons to going out with her."

"She's 18!"

"Exactly!" He replied, words oozing with sarcasm. "It's one dinner, just for her birthday so that I don't have to see her every morning."

To be fair, he didn't mind being greeted by the young girl every morning. The one day she wasn't there had him feeling somewhat downhearted until she returned the next day with coffees for two in hand, claiming she had an errand to run.

It took him a moment to register the voice on the other end of the phone call, Wilson practically staring into his soul. "Hey, doc."

"One dinner, that's it."