Well, he can't just order the same thing in pieces, even the admin is probably not that stupid and his own prescriptions may be held at ransom now.]
Prescribe Ritalin to-- [If you ever use me to get your fix again...] --John Watson.
[It has to be John. They likely won't approve prescriptions for him for a while, and he's not travelling with anyone else. The medication does him no good if it shows up in a house far across the map for another person.]
[For someone supposedly good at diagnosis, he really can't tell the difference between greed and desperation.]
I doubt your prescription status has been revoked, especially since it hasn't been all these months after discovering you were an addict.
Try once more. Prescribe bupropion in a therapeutic level dose to "William". [Surely this will work, he's seen (and stolen) a presciption for "Jay" before.] Rolling repeat. Do not in any way communicate to the Admin that you have been ordered to do this or that you don't want to.
you're not self-aware something happened to make you desperate and in spite of the fact that you've got at least four bottles of high-grade prescription narcotics you got greedy saving up for a rainy day, holmes? what happened? the boyfriend kick it? was he eaten by an anomaly boo hoo!
[He gets a reply from the ADMIN almost immediately this time and adds:]
I observed your dilemma on the public network three days ago, and I just wanted to check in to make certain you aren't still standing in the hospital trying to decide how to live your life.
I assume someone eager to take advantage of the situation found you first privately.
i'm sure what do you want, pierce? i can't be ordered around anymore just fyi
[It's a bald-faced lie, but he's not under orders any longer to tell the truth. Technically, given Steph's superseding order. But it still makes him uncomfortable to do with Brian's order in the back of his mind.]
Also, I'm on the third floor of the Hospital. If you're in the building and are fit enough to travel, come and find me assuming you have no order limiting your movements.
[Sorry, he's testing a theory. He's not actually sorry though.]
[Oh, god, don't give him a choice. Even just a rhetorical one. It takes over a minute before House just copy/pastes what he wrote before and tries very hard not to dwell.]
i'm not afraid of you
it's none of your business and i don't do clinic talk to watson or temple if you want someone to play doctor
[Again, the questions posed offer a choice, and House is mentally paralyzed, fingers hovering over his tablet screen. He doesn't reply again for over a minute. He can lie again. He needs to lie again.]
[Well, he's at least confirmed that House at least is affected in some way to that oddity from before. He still has no reason to take advantage of it just yet.]
Good. That's good, Doctor. I don't want our relationship based on lies. I feel like I can level with you as an intellectual after all.
[He's specifically targeting one avenue of conversation. He's also making it clear he's not ordering anymore on purpose.]
[Stroking his intellectual ego tends to work well, but House isn't so desperate for approval that it does much to warm him to the other man. He recognizes a strategy when he sees it, he just doesn't know what it is, yet. The fact that Pierce doesn't follow up and press him to make a choice on whether he wants a demonstration lifts a bit of a weight from his mind.]
[Oh, this is very good; he's pleased that House brought this up so soon. He has been aiming a bit for this, but he had thought it would take longer. House was such a wonderfully jaded man with clear daddy issues.]
Why don't you and I break that mold with each other then, Dr. House? Don't answer now as you aren't capable of making a decision on the matter, but think on it all the same.
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