Foreman couldn't even enjoy House taking Brennan down, and implicitly praising Foreman while he did it. So Brennan was caught. It would've happened eventually, even if only when no one could replicate his results with the fake vitamin C treatment. The fact that Foreman had been the one to doublecheck--that was no brilliant insight. It was simply more evidence of how he couldn't let anything go when he'd been shown he was in the wrong.
Amber chimed in to agree with him. Foreman glanced over at her, one eyebrow cocked. So this was what it took for her to admit he might have a good idea: for House to have endorsed it first. She was right until House gave his opinion; then House was right. On some level, Foreman knew he wasn't being charitable. Amber had been interested in his thallium idea before they'd come into the lecture theatre. But he couldn't help but think that if House had dismissed him, then Amber would have jumped right on that bandwagon. Anything for the job. All this time she'd argued that she put the patient first, and that might be true in most cases, but Foreman had never seen what she'd do when the patient's rights and House's petty demands conflicted. He didn't want to lose his faith in her, but it had taken a battering.
"You do this kind of thing all the time!" Brennan protested, and then laughed incredulously at all their disapproval. "You use patients like guinea pigs whenever it suits you. I had to do this! You know I had to, it's what you hired us for!"
"Yeah," House said. "Which is why I'm not going to fire you. You're gonna quit."
Brennan blinked, mouth open, not comprehending for a moment, and then he seemed to collapse in on himself. He nodded, and left the room.
Foreman snorted. "You're just going to let him go?"
"I'm going to let him go. You're going to call the cops. If he has any revenge fantasies, he can shoot you." House shook his head and looked down at his fingers on the frets for a moment, doing a quick bit of fingering without any sound. When he looked up, there was a mock-thoughtful look on his face. "Who the hell did I leave in charge when I left?" He stared around the room, quizzing them with his expression, ending by staring pointedly at Amber.
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Amber chimed in to agree with him. Foreman glanced over at her, one eyebrow cocked. So this was what it took for her to admit he might have a good idea: for House to have endorsed it first. She was right until House gave his opinion; then House was right. On some level, Foreman knew he wasn't being charitable. Amber had been interested in his thallium idea before they'd come into the lecture theatre. But he couldn't help but think that if House had dismissed him, then Amber would have jumped right on that bandwagon. Anything for the job. All this time she'd argued that she put the patient first, and that might be true in most cases, but Foreman had never seen what she'd do when the patient's rights and House's petty demands conflicted. He didn't want to lose his faith in her, but it had taken a battering.
"You do this kind of thing all the time!" Brennan protested, and then laughed incredulously at all their disapproval. "You use patients like guinea pigs whenever it suits you. I had to do this! You know I had to, it's what you hired us for!"
"Yeah," House said. "Which is why I'm not going to fire you. You're gonna quit."
Brennan blinked, mouth open, not comprehending for a moment, and then he seemed to collapse in on himself. He nodded, and left the room.
Foreman snorted. "You're just going to let him go?"
"I'm going to let him go. You're going to call the cops. If he has any revenge fantasies, he can shoot you." House shook his head and looked down at his fingers on the frets for a moment, doing a quick bit of fingering without any sound. When he looked up, there was a mock-thoughtful look on his face. "Who the hell did I leave in charge when I left?" He stared around the room, quizzing them with his expression, ending by staring pointedly at Amber.