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amber_v ([personal profile] amber_v) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright2010-01-05 05:33 pm

November 5, 2007 - Morning

Lonely: that was Amber's first drowsy feeling to waking up alone. It was still dark and her alarm hadn't gone off. She'd woken up this way countless times, perhaps most of her life, and yet it felt wrong not having someone in here with her. Someone to make muffled but satisfied sounds as she climbed onto them, kissing and being held back. She missed Eric and it hadn't even been more than half a day since they'd parted.

Despite how keenly she felt his absence, Amber couldn't help smiling into her pillow. She'd become conditioned to having him in her bed. The space seemed pointlessly immense without him hogging half of it. Well, there was an easy solution: get him in here soon. Luring him back shouldn't be a problem; Amber could think of half a dozen ways to convince him and that was without trying.

The only reason he wasn't there as she stretched, working out the lasting soreness from their basketball game, was because they both had lives to get back to; Amber had house chores, as probably did Eric, and her reading wouldn't get done through sheer wishing. If it weren't for that, Amber would've been happy to spend another weekend afternoon with him, even after all the ups-and-downs on Saturday.

Still, she'd see him today at work. That was reason enough to make her spring out of bed earlier, so as to pretty herself up all the more. Eric would notice and appreciate her effort; it'd make up for how disgustingly casual she'd been around him this weekend.

The fact that she'd worn his Colombia hoodie to bed... what he didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Her mom had called Sunday, pointedly asking if she should expect only Amber or plus one for Thanksgiving. "Just me, mom."

"Hmmm?" she'd intoned, judgment and curiosity rolled into a single package. Amber just hoped there wasn't a dash of hope mixed in there. "Broke up already?"

"No," Amber replied with more vehemence than necessary, thinking back on how instantly tense Eric had become at the mere mention of the visit. With his mother's disease, his brother's imprisonment, and his dad's who-knew-what, it might actually be because it was too hard for him to face anyone's family and not because he was scared to meet hers specifically. "It's barely been a week. We're still getting to know each other."

"A few days ago it sounded like you were about to marry him, has it cooled off already? Are you bored with the sex?"

It was the bit about marriage that made Amber sputter softly. Yeah, keeping Eric away was the wisest course of action. "Everything is fine, mom. We're still together and, no, not bored with the sex." There definitely was nothing wrong with their sex life-- in fact, the very opposite. For all that Amber fretted that they were drying up into a drought, Saturday night had been sweetly intimate, in an orgasm-filled way, and Sunday morning they'd tried out the lazy morning sex she'd been anticipating so much. Turned out it was every bit as delicious as she'd imagined.

Aside from that and having to hear her mom describe in minute detail her Thanksgiving plans (arranging rides to pick up her brothers at the airport, finding accommodation for non-immediate family members, shopping for the cheapest yet best food, and on and on and on), Amber's Sunday had been pretty quiet. Just her, her journals, and an endless supply of coffee.

Monday Amber took the time to blow-dry her hair and apply a more careful, if still absolutely professional, layer of makeup than she usually bothered to for work. It made her feel good all morning long, through breakfast and the drive. But as she stepped into the parking lot, the same way she'd started so many other days at PPTH, reluctance overcame her. Things were different here. It'd been so easy to forget once Friday rolled around and they'd fled the hospital, but she had bigger things to think about than "them." She had a career, a purpose. He had his. His partially consisted of keeping her under control; hers, stomping all over him as the occasion called.

It'd keep their sex lives interesting, Amber mused as she shut her car door.

It wasn't just how different their relationship had to be, though. There were other people to consider as well. House, who needed to keep his nose in his own business; her pathetic colleagues, who already looked at her askew for sleeping with the pseudo-boss; and who knew who else decided they had the right to an opinion about her personal life. Ignoring them all would have to do as a policy, Amber decided; that and hunt down anyone who dared try to make her miserable.

Despite the extra time she'd spent in the bathroom and her unhurried breakfast, Amber still arrived before anyone else. A nice change of pace, compared to the previous week. Content, Amber chose an aisle seat in one of the middle rows and settled down with a more recent edition of JNEN.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-13 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Thirteen was apparently capable of coming out of her daydream when the case had something interesting to recommend it. Her idea fit, but Foreman nodded at Amber--every theory needed to be tested against what they knew, not just assumed to be true. "Sounds likely," he said, when Kutner had spoken. "We'll need to start her on plasmapheresis." He pointed to Kutner and Thirteen. "You can go explain that to her and get it set up." To Taub, Cole, and Amber, he said, "Start testing her for it. If you want to look for any unusual levels while you're at it, go ahead. Brennan, since you already know her father, try to get more of a history, see if there's anything else we haven't heard about. I'm going to update House."

Delegating wasn't actually that hard. Congratulating himself, Foreman took one last look at the whiteboard before heading into House's office. He sat behind the desk and picked up the phone, trying House's cell. After a few rings, he was switched over to House's voicemail. Of course. Foreman rolled his eyes, but he gave a quick summary of what they'd found and what they were doing, and then let the receiver fall into the cradle.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-14 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman probably should have spent any time he gained by having the candidates do the busy work by catching up on House's paperwork and organizing the bureaucratic nightmare that Diagnostics had become. Instead, he turned on House's computer and started researching. As long as he was in charge, he'd have to prove that he deserved it. The fellows would never believe it, no matter that he'd been doing the job they were all hoping to get hired for since he'd gotten out of his residency. That meant any suggestion they came up with, he had to be on top of. Foreman tested himself, trying to come up with ideas that fit the symptoms along with ones that didn't, so that he could shoot wrong ideas down and praise the worthwhile ones, all while appearing to have the information at his fingertips. When he'd had his own team, he'd worked too hard on teaching. With this group, he didn't feel the need to do that. Putting them in their place was more important to start. Once they respected him, he could let them get the best of him occasionally without worrying that he'd lose any consideration from them through one doubtful move.

He turned when Amber stalked into the office like a vengeful spirit. "What's up? New symptom?" he asked, dropping some of his formality since Amber was alone.

It was worse than he'd thought. A new symptom, he'd been prepared for. Non-compliance--maybe he should have seen that coming, too. Foreman slumped back in House's chair. "I told her it was most likely heatstroke," he said. "Now we know it isn't. Thirteen and Kutner were supposed to explain that." He'd always had the job before of convincing patients that whatever treatment House ordered, even if it was the fifth wrong one in as many hours, was definitely the right one at that moment. If Thirteen and Kutner couldn't manage that, it was on them to learn. This wasn't his fault.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-14 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman frowned, resting his elbows on the desk and staring down at his fists before he looked up at Amber. "He's not answering his phone. Which is typical. When he doesn't want to be reached, he doesn't make it easy." He shook his head and pushed to his feet. The others weren't in the conference room. Apparently Amber had decided to talk to him on her own, and he wondered if the others knew, and what they thought about that. Amber seemed frustrated, but not at him. That was a good sign.

"We still need to do it, whether she wants us near her or not." He twisted his lips, thinking through what he'd said to Casey before. House wasn't going to swoop in and rescue them. They were on their own, whether the candidates realized it yet or not. House didn't care. He never did. Their patient--she didn't know that. She wanted a doctor who was right, but maybe all she needed to hear was that she had a doctor who cared; the fact that they were probably right followed from that. "Come on," he said. "We've got to convince her."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-15 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
"There's no point if he doesn't want to be found." Foreman stared at Amber, exasperated, as she immediately took out her phone and dialed House. "If he doesn't want to hear from me, I doubt he wants to hear from any of us," he said. Whether or not House resented having him around, he'd left Foreman in charge. That meant, at the very least, that he'd resent being interrupted, whether he was at a high-stakes poker game, getting himself drunk, or flying a black ops mission with the Green Berets. He wasn't taking calls. Foreman resented the fact that Amber didn't believe that--didn't believe him. Anyway, wasn't he good enough? He'd determined a path of action and as far as they knew it was the right one. Did she think that if House came in he'd sweet-talk the patient into agreeing? He was more likely to call them all incompetent and send them back in to make her have the tests and get the treatments, by tricking her if necessary.

Foreman followed Amber out into the hall, thinking about that. Tricking her wouldn't work, when she knew that they wanted to test her and treat her; telling her it was for something different when all he'd prescribed for the heatstroke was fluids wouldn't work. "I'm not going to handle this like House," he said. The candidates would get to know that. But Foreman wanted Amber to know it. She seemed to worship the ground House walked on even when he wasn't there to walk on it. Foreman respected her work; so far, he hadn't seen much evidence that she even believed he knew what he was doing. Sure, she'd done what he asked, but she acted like it had been a terrible imposition. Apologizing for that later helped, but he still didn't feel like she was obeying him because he was in charge. She was doing it to pass the time until House miraculously turned up.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-15 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Frustration was starting to build up. Amber dismissed what he was trying to tell her. Not only that Foreman had different methods, but that his might actually have some merit, no matter what she thought about how good House was. "Being cruel to the patient shouldn't work for anybody," he said, following her into the stairwell. House might make it work, but only because Cuddy was willing to fund his legal fees when he pissed somebody off. House didn't know about or care about half the malpractice suits filed against him. Most of them were settled before they got far, since House's methods proved to be "necessary" to save his patients' lives. But Foreman didn't believe that. It could be done without pissing people off, and he planned to show that.

"I know," he said shortly, irked by Amber's advice. He'd meant to apologize, and he would. He'd be sincere about it, too. But that didn't mean he enjoyed being in the wrong, or having to admit it. If Amber was in his position, she wouldn't be so blithe about tossing off an I'm wrong and I'm sorry.

When they came out on the ground floor, Foreman headed for Casey's room, finding Thirteen and Kutner huddled around the nurses' station with Taub, all of them apparently waiting for him to show up. It felt like they were all waiting for him to fix his mess. Not exactly a great feeling. Foreman wanted them to show initiative, although he knew he would've been pissed off if they'd tried to usurp his authority, too. Not their fault, he reminded himself. Humbling himself didn't come easily, but when it was true, and necessary, he'd do what he had to. "Where's Brennan?" he asked.

"In there," Kutner said. "She didn't seem to mind him."

Great. Foreman exhaled, getting control of himself. "Fine," he said. "I'll go and talk to her."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-16 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman didn't think much of Brennan insinuating himself with the family, so that he could take credit for picking out a symptom. He'd get credit, of course, when House came back, but if Brennan worked to convince the family that he was the only doctor they could trust, then the team's efforts would have to run through him at every point. Great for him, playing the game. Not so great for Foreman, or for actually getting anything done for the patient. He couldn't say anything, though, until he could get Brennan out of the patient's room. And that wasn't why he was here now.

He bridled at Casey's description of him. He knew more than she did; he was the doctor. Tone it down, he thought. He hated that it was part of a script that he'd learned from Wilson, but it did work. He took the doctor's stool from the corner and sat down at Casey's bedside, facing her and her father equally, keeping his shoulders relaxed. Amber was standing behind him, and it felt like she was waiting with bated breath for him to humiliate himself too. Maybe he was wrong. But Christ, did she have to follow him in here and watch him when he was at his worst? He would have liked to keep up the facade that he knew what the hell he was doing, for her at least. That wasn't likely either, since they worked together, unless he thought he could be right all the time. Dammit, why couldn't it have been heatstroke?

"I understand why you don't want us treating you," he said. "And that's my fault. A doctor's not supposed to admit when he's wrong, but that's what I'm doing. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dismissed what you were telling me. But I need you to know, you're still in very serious condition. We think we know what's happening, and it could be very dangerous if you don't let us confirm it. We need to start plasmapheresis and do the tests to make sure it's Miller-Fisher."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-16 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman frowned as Casey rolled her head away from him. Her face was flushed, more than it had been earlier, and she was definitely sweating. Fever. His concern about how he looked diminished, and then disappeared entirely when Casey started mumbling out the same phrase over again.

"It's fine," her father said. "Do whatever you need to do, she's getting sicker!"

Foreman stood up and shook his head. As soon as he touched Casey's hand, it confirmed what the monitor already said--she had a temperature, and it was climbing. Not being able to recognize the situation or remember what had happened meant delirium. "We can't," he said, and included Brennan and Amber in his glance. "Fever and delirium don't fit with Miller-Fisher." He frowned--had Brennan smirked at him? For being wrong again, no doubt. "I'm ordering anti-pyretics. Mr. Alfonso, we're going to have to find out what she has, and that will mean more tests."

Alfonso nodded. "Yeah, whatever...whatever you need to do."

At least that was one problem dealt with. Foreman opened the door and started out, staring at Brennan until he left first. "Get everyone back up to the conference room," he told Amber.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-17 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
While Amber gathered the others, Foreman turned on Brennan and cornered him outside the room. "I don't need you getting in the way of this case," he said.

"I'm not," Brennan spat back. "In fact, I'm the only one who seems to be doing anything."

"That's because you have them convinced that they shouldn't be allowing tests!"

"It's not surprising that they trust me more than they do you," Brennan said. "At least I'm listening to what she's saying."

"That's great," Foreman gritted out. "But it won't help if they trust you and won't let the rest of the team treat her."

"Treat her for the wrong thing!" Brennan returned.

Foreman glared at him, clenching his jaw against what he wanted to say. "Let's get back upstairs," he said, and turned to follow after Amber, not really caring if Brennan kept up with him.

When he found her, Amber's head was bent as she held her phone to her ear. Looked like whoever it was wasn't answering--Foreman let out a short, disgusted sigh. House. Again. Who else? Foreman walked up behind her and leaned in. "He's not going to hire you just because you call him the most," he pointed out, tired of the whole damn world's insistence that he wasn't good enough.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-17 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman backed off when Amber startled, hearing his voice. He was going to apologize for surprising her, but her sarcasm made him feel even more defensive than he already had. "Yeah, it'd be great if he was here," he said, his voice edged with his own impatience. "But he's not, and he obviously doesn't want to be called." House wasn't a magician. He was almost always eventually right. That was a track record Foreman was fine with. They'd figure this out too, whether House was around or not. It was just a matter of getting all the symptoms on the table and testing from there.

"He's upset that I want him to work with the team," Foreman said, shaking his head and dismissing Brennan from his thoughts. If he didn't keep up, Foreman wasn't going to hunt him down and drag him to a differential session. He took the stairs two at a time, wanting to get to the conference room before everyone else had gathered, so he wouldn't look like he'd been caught standing around with his mouth hanging open when their patient brought out another new symptom. "Look, when House is around, I'm all for listening to what he says," he said. "But since I'm in charge, is a little support too much to ask for?"
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-17 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman didn't care about Brennan's motivations. All he knew was that he hated the sly, smirky look Brennan wore when he thought Foreman's back was turned, and the way he interfered with the way Foreman was running the case. Yeah, so he'd seen a symptom that turned out to be relevant; that was good, but Casey's seizure in the MRI would've shown that there was more to the case before Foreman could have discharged her. He didn't need Brennan going off like a hero, as if he was the only one working.

He stopped at the top landing right inside the hall door, restless and wanting to rush ahead, but hauled back by Amber's question. "Support in that every time I turn around, I don't see you calling for backup!" he said. "House isn't here. Instead of calling him, come up with your own ideas! You're right, I'm not going to solve this on my own, so why don't you help?"
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-17 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Great. Just great. Not only was the case getting out of his hands--because of Brennan, Foreman was sure--now Amber was bristling at him like he'd insulted her. All he'd wanted was the fucking benefit of the doubt. He hadn't gotten that from anyone, not since he'd cured his patient at Mercy General. Get fired for being right. It was turning into the story of his life. He wasn't doing anything differently than House usually did--including getting a few wrong answers--but everyone thought he was failing where they'd take it from House like it was standard operating procedure. He felt tense, his stomach knotted; it was practically stage fright, he was so worked up about something as simple as running a differential, which he'd done a hundred times before. All he wanted was for Amber to let him do his job. Her job was to come up with ideas, his was to make treatment decisions. House had a room full of tyrants instead of a team, and it wasn't working.

Glowering, he followed her into the hall. "What we don't have time for is people going off on their own and getting in the way," he said, anger in his voice, although he spoke quietly and it wasn't directed at her; he was nearly speaking to himself. Why was it so fucking hard for them to listen to him? He knew what he was doing.

Foreman stalked down the corridor and turned in at the conference room, shoving the door open ahead of him. Everyone else was already there, which only made him and Amber walking in--late--together--look even worse. Well, he wasn't going to indulge their curiosity or their judgements. He went straight to the whiteboard and picked up the marker, adding the symptoms in an untidy scrawl instead of taking his time to make his handwriting legible. "It's not Miller-Fisher with the fever and delirium," he said, jumping in immediately. "It's more likely MS."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-01-18 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
So the candidates were taken aback by his anger. Foreman didn't care. He hadn't meant for Amber to think that he thought she was getting in the way, but of course it had come out wrong, or at the wrong time. He couldn't even get that right. Normally she'd love it if he was insulting the rest of them. And this time he'd managed to make her think that he was talking about her.

Calmly, Taub raised his eyebrows. "I'm with the scary lady," he said dryly. "MS is too slow."

Foreman glared at him. It was crystal clear that none of them had forgotten House jeering at him because he didn't dominate Amber in their personal life. Fuck him for putting Foreman in this position, where he couldn't even concentrate on the medicine without being reminded that Amber guided every damn thing they did. It wasn't relevant, but to even attempt telling that to the candidates was too humiliating to imagine. Once Taub had jumped in, the others apparently felt safe enough to add their guesses. "I'm not with either of them," Thirteen said, her tone a little too ironic for Foreman's taste. "Amyloidosis fits with the areflexia."

"Meningitis is more likely with the fever," Cole put in.

Foreman forced himself to take a breath. Fine. There was a differential in progress, much as he didn't care for the answers they were coming up with. "It's too fast for amyloidosis. The areflexia rules out meningitis. And lupus this aggressive wouldn't bypass her kidneys. Start her on interferon."

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