About to ask how, exactly, Amber would get her revenge--she might not tell him, but even the evil gleam in her eye could be a turn-on--Foreman stilled at her suggestion to keep things low-key. It was hard to believe that she didn't know, or anticipate, that low-key was the polar opposite of what House would put them through, but it was a nice dream. He nodded and opened the door, bringing out his keys to lock up before they headed for the elevator. "We probably won't get a case today," he said. He hoped. Some weeks, House would celebrate by coming in at noon or later. Other weeks he'd walk in on the dot of nine and get absorbed by a new video game, or by making popping noises with his mouth and drumming on the table. There was never any way to tell in advance.
For the first time, Foreman wasn't frustrated by the fact that the only authority he could wield was Cuddy's name. He didn't have to worry about either his suggestions or Amber's taking precedence, or making a decision if the rest of the candidates had different ideas. If he were in charge, he'd have to evaluate Amber on her merits, and suffer the consequences personally if she wasn't right. It wasn't a position he wanted to find himself in. He liked her, too much to ever get into a direct supervisory role over her. He didn't want to tell her no, or worse, tell her no only to find out he'd been wrong to say it. The last thing he wanted was for her to show him up. House was actually providing a benefit to them by acting as a buffer. Foreman snorted at the thought that he'd have anything to thank House for when it came to his personal life. It was the last thing he'd tell him--if House found out, he'd probably arrange to have Foreman shoot Amber down.
And Foreman had never heard the answer to his question from last night...what she'd say if House was willing to hand her the job on a silver platter, if only Amber would use it to present Foreman's head to him first. He didn't want to know.
"Someday there's going to be a hospital willing to open a diagnostics department again," he said. Suddenly it seemed like a viable plan again, to take what he could from House and then move on. If Amber didn't get House's fellowship position, there'd be others. Foreman could still see himself as the head of a department, with Amber working nearby, if not with him directly. "Schaeffer at Mercy couldn't handle the fact that I was right." He'd thought so all month, all through his disastrous job interviews. He'd thought it and had no one who understood. Amber would; she knew what it meant to have a bit of ambition and get slapped down for it. Every win of hers had come at some cost. It was a relief to say it, finally, out loud.
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For the first time, Foreman wasn't frustrated by the fact that the only authority he could wield was Cuddy's name. He didn't have to worry about either his suggestions or Amber's taking precedence, or making a decision if the rest of the candidates had different ideas. If he were in charge, he'd have to evaluate Amber on her merits, and suffer the consequences personally if she wasn't right. It wasn't a position he wanted to find himself in. He liked her, too much to ever get into a direct supervisory role over her. He didn't want to tell her no, or worse, tell her no only to find out he'd been wrong to say it. The last thing he wanted was for her to show him up. House was actually providing a benefit to them by acting as a buffer. Foreman snorted at the thought that he'd have anything to thank House for when it came to his personal life. It was the last thing he'd tell him--if House found out, he'd probably arrange to have Foreman shoot Amber down.
And Foreman had never heard the answer to his question from last night...what she'd say if House was willing to hand her the job on a silver platter, if only Amber would use it to present Foreman's head to him first. He didn't want to know.
"Someday there's going to be a hospital willing to open a diagnostics department again," he said. Suddenly it seemed like a viable plan again, to take what he could from House and then move on. If Amber didn't get House's fellowship position, there'd be others. Foreman could still see himself as the head of a department, with Amber working nearby, if not with him directly. "Schaeffer at Mercy couldn't handle the fact that I was right." He'd thought so all month, all through his disastrous job interviews. He'd thought it and had no one who understood. Amber would; she knew what it meant to have a bit of ambition and get slapped down for it. Every win of hers had come at some cost. It was a relief to say it, finally, out loud.