Even after Chase left him in the cafeteria, Foreman didn't get much peace. He ate, but only because his stomach was growling, and he drank his coffee so that he'd stop feeling gritty-eyed, but he didn't taste a mouthful. The more he thought about it, the more he realized what a damn hypocrite he'd been this morning. Getting on Amber's case over how she wanted to conduct her professional life. She wanted to be right--right in ways that House would approve of. And that was no different than the way Foreman had treated Cameron. He had no right to judge her.
He just had no idea how to tell her.
Pushing that to the back of his mind, Foreman had retreated upstairs to House's office--where House emphatically wasn't--and started going through his paperwork. It was mostly routine stuff, but it looked like House had done nothing but let it pile up since the three of them had left earlier in the year. Foreman probably had a month of late nights ahead of him, longer if their cases interfered...which they would. He started shuffling through the crap. At least it was a goal. Something to set his sights on. A tangible way to start back on the path of getting his career on track.
He was in the middle of it (where things looked more chaotic than ever), when Cuddy came in the door. She lifted an eyebrow at seeing him behind House's desk, but Foreman didn't care. He'd earned the right, as far as he was concerned. The fact that the world didn't agree was an oversight.
"House isn't in," Cuddy said.
Foreman looked around, putting on an air of surprise. "Didn't think I'd missed him under all this."
Cuddy tilted her head and stared. Foreman sighed and straightened up. "I know," he said. "So?"
"So his not-yet-fellows are taking up space in one of my lecture halls. They'd be better use in the clinic."
Foreman had a suspicion that he knew where this was going, but he asked the question anyway. "You want me to tell them?"
"If you can't work with them, then I don't know why I agreed to take you back," Cuddy said. Foreman had to admire her--she really knew how to twist the knife. "Please. Go and prove you have some administration abilities, and get them to work."
Foreman sighed, but Cuddy wouldn't leave him anything like a loophole. He'd have to--eventually--create his own. For now, he was left with exactly what he'd hoped to avoid: another confrontation with Amber, or at least, with House's candidates. Expecting them to take direction from him after the disaster yesterday. He could only hope they all had terminally short memories.
Once Cuddy had left, Foreman took a moment to straighten his suit jacket, pulling on a severe expression, before heading for the lecture theatre. No sign of anything between him and Amber at work. He'd agreed, and he knew he could do it, especially since House wasn't even there. Whatever arguments they were having, he wouldn't show it. He was better than that. He headed downstairs and pushed open the theatre doors, heading inside.
The candidates were mostly sitting in two clumps--the men on one side, Amber and Thirteen on the other. Foreman let his gaze flick over them, but refused to let it pause too long on either group. "House won't be in today," he said, keeping it neutral as much as possible at first. Then, letting irony softening his tone: "Dr. Cuddy requests the pleasure of your presence in the clinic for the rest of the day."
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He just had no idea how to tell her.
Pushing that to the back of his mind, Foreman had retreated upstairs to House's office--where House emphatically wasn't--and started going through his paperwork. It was mostly routine stuff, but it looked like House had done nothing but let it pile up since the three of them had left earlier in the year. Foreman probably had a month of late nights ahead of him, longer if their cases interfered...which they would. He started shuffling through the crap. At least it was a goal. Something to set his sights on. A tangible way to start back on the path of getting his career on track.
He was in the middle of it (where things looked more chaotic than ever), when Cuddy came in the door. She lifted an eyebrow at seeing him behind House's desk, but Foreman didn't care. He'd earned the right, as far as he was concerned. The fact that the world didn't agree was an oversight.
"House isn't in," Cuddy said.
Foreman looked around, putting on an air of surprise. "Didn't think I'd missed him under all this."
Cuddy tilted her head and stared. Foreman sighed and straightened up. "I know," he said. "So?"
"So his not-yet-fellows are taking up space in one of my lecture halls. They'd be better use in the clinic."
Foreman had a suspicion that he knew where this was going, but he asked the question anyway. "You want me to tell them?"
"If you can't work with them, then I don't know why I agreed to take you back," Cuddy said. Foreman had to admire her--she really knew how to twist the knife. "Please. Go and prove you have some administration abilities, and get them to work."
Foreman sighed, but Cuddy wouldn't leave him anything like a loophole. He'd have to--eventually--create his own. For now, he was left with exactly what he'd hoped to avoid: another confrontation with Amber, or at least, with House's candidates. Expecting them to take direction from him after the disaster yesterday. He could only hope they all had terminally short memories.
Once Cuddy had left, Foreman took a moment to straighten his suit jacket, pulling on a severe expression, before heading for the lecture theatre. No sign of anything between him and Amber at work. He'd agreed, and he knew he could do it, especially since House wasn't even there. Whatever arguments they were having, he wouldn't show it. He was better than that. He headed downstairs and pushed open the theatre doors, heading inside.
The candidates were mostly sitting in two clumps--the men on one side, Amber and Thirteen on the other. Foreman let his gaze flick over them, but refused to let it pause too long on either group. "House won't be in today," he said, keeping it neutral as much as possible at first. Then, letting irony softening his tone: "Dr. Cuddy requests the pleasure of your presence in the clinic for the rest of the day."