For one brief, sweet moment, Amber thought they'd stay on the medicine and off innuendos and attacks on her personal life. (Not that she couldn't handle them-- she just preferred not to, especially while the ache was still physical, palpable). That didn't last long. Damn it, this was one of the reasons why she hadn't wanted to get involved with a coworker, it just got so ugly once the relationship soured.
House looked from her and Eric to Brennan, and then back to her. His pointed finger at Amber was sharp, bordering on accusatory. "Don't think you're off the hook." No, never. Amber suspected House could store data for years and years only to explode it at the right moment; everything was future ammunition.
But for now, House focused on Brennan, plucking insistently and oh so fucking annoyingly at the same chord, over and over. "You missed polio so much you tried to bring it back to life?"
Brennan sputtered. "How-- how could I! That's not just unethical, it's ilgal--"
"Yeah, tell me about it, Cuddy never lets me treat the patients like lab rats. So unfair, isn't it?"
"You don't have any proof!" Brennan protested.
House's raised eyebrow defined disbelief. "Either you faked the results or Foreman did; Foreman's too boring to bother. And you're the one obsessed with third-world diseases."
Even without the assumption that Eric was more likely to be in the right-- and Amber would make that bet too, with or without all the ways he'd disappointed her during this case-- Brennan himself pretty much gave it away, breathing faster, voice growing higher pitched with desperation. He glanced at her and the others, seeking support, but there was none to be had. Thirteen's jaw had dropped and stayed down; Kutner looked torn between dismay and excitement; and Taub and Cole simply stared.
“Thalium explains everything,” Amber said. That'd make her stance clear. Eric had wanted her absolute support; well, he could have it, now that it was too late.
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House looked from her and Eric to Brennan, and then back to her. His pointed finger at Amber was sharp, bordering on accusatory. "Don't think you're off the hook." No, never. Amber suspected House could store data for years and years only to explode it at the right moment; everything was future ammunition.
But for now, House focused on Brennan, plucking insistently and oh so fucking annoyingly at the same chord, over and over. "You missed polio so much you tried to bring it back to life?"
Brennan sputtered. "How-- how could I! That's not just unethical, it's ilgal--"
"Yeah, tell me about it, Cuddy never lets me treat the patients like lab rats. So unfair, isn't it?"
"You don't have any proof!" Brennan protested.
House's raised eyebrow defined disbelief. "Either you faked the results or Foreman did; Foreman's too boring to bother. And you're the one obsessed with third-world diseases."
Even without the assumption that Eric was more likely to be in the right-- and Amber would make that bet too, with or without all the ways he'd disappointed her during this case-- Brennan himself pretty much gave it away, breathing faster, voice growing higher pitched with desperation. He glanced at her and the others, seeking support, but there was none to be had. Thirteen's jaw had dropped and stayed down; Kutner looked torn between dismay and excitement; and Taub and Cole simply stared.
“Thalium explains everything,” Amber said. That'd make her stance clear. Eric had wanted her absolute support; well, he could have it, now that it was too late.