Summary: Every neighborhood has its legend, Boo Radley, “the town witch”; God knows what the Princeton children all think of House. Neighborhood child Tom has a growing curiosity with his street's "Mad Doctor" the topic of all rumors and tales told on Baker St. Read as Tom explores the life of Gregory House, perhaps learning something along the way.
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Author’s Note: The chapters after this may not come as frequently as they have been seeing as tomorrow is my first day of school and I like to stay on my teacher’s good side, and I would just like to say that compared to my other activities, fanfiction is probably around number six on my priority list. However I do the best I can and I hope that you will still keep reading my story.
Neighborhood Legend
Chapter 3: Playing the Game
It was now two weeks after Tom’s first sight of the Mad Doctor, and he found that he was starting to get into the casual swing of every day life in Princeton. Now that school has started he has made multiple friends including Patrick, Courtney, and Aishan.
One Monday morning he was about to go to school when his stops him.
“Hey Tom, I got something for you.” He said with his hands behind his back.
“What?” Tom asks curiously. His dad pulls out a handsome bronze pocket watch and shows it at Tom’s eye level.
“It’s a Wiltzer family heirloom. Belonged to your great grandfather.” He puts it in Tom’s pocket. “And now it’s yours. Take care of it, don’t you dare lose it.” Tom nods an okay. “Now hurry up and get to school” his dad said, and Tom was off, pleased with the added weight in his pocket.
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“Where is he?” Patrick groans impatiently.
“He should be getting back soon.” Courtney reassures. Tom checks his watch. 5:45. On a regular day, Old Man House would be here by now. He figured it was a patient day, on those days he may not be back until the morning after.
“He’s probably got a patient,” Tom says. “I’m going home.” Tom hops out of the rusted pickup truck and was about to walk home, when he suddenly heard the loud roar of a motorcycle.
“Here he comes” Courtney says.
“Finally!” Patrick exasperates.
“Shut up!” Whispers Aishan. The motorcycle then parked in its space next to 221B. Tom watched a familiar scene of the Mad Doctor sliding off the bike and taking his cane out of a compartment on the side of the bike. Suddenly as he walked to the door of his apartment, he tripped, the cane flew out of his hand landing in a bush, his backpack came open, spilling numerous books, papers, and a stethoscope all over the sidewalk.
“God damn it!” He yelled. “Hey you!” he looks at Tom. “Mind helping a poor cripple?” he says with a sarcastic smile. The man struggles to get up and holds the rail on the set of steps for support. Tom crosses the street plucks the Mad Doctor’s cane out of the bushes, and then stuffs the papers and stethoscope back into the backpack. He shuffles over to the man and hands him his things.
“Here you go,” He stutters nervously. He was face to face with the Mad Doctor, the man who’s antics birthed legends on Baker St. It was terrifying. “Hope you’re okay.” He stutters again. After all it was the polite thing to do. Instead of even saying ‘thank you’, Dr. House just nods and limps into the apartment.
For a split second, Tom gets the chance to look into 221B. He sees a messy room with a large couch and a small tv. He also notices the piano he occasionally hears the Mad Doctor play and on the wall was an assortment of guitars both electrical and acoustic. Tom wondered what the entire place looked like and suddenly his curiosity was stricken.
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When Tom got back to the old pickup truck he saw Patrick, Aishan, and Courtney completely wide-eyed. He heard sentences coming from them such as,
“Way to go, man! That took some guts!”
“You have got to be insane!”
“Lucky!” Tom however wasn’t in the mood for this, had a question.
“Guys, guys, guys, I need to ask you something.” They look at him like he just pulled a lizard out of his nose.
“What?” Patrick asks.
“Have any of you ever been in the Mad Doctor’s apartment?”
Disclaimer: If you can’t see this disclaimer then Adobe Flash Player isn’t on the correct resolution.
Author’s Note: The chapters after this may not come as frequently as they have been seeing as tomorrow is my first day of school and I like to stay on my teacher’s good side, and I would just like to say that compared to my other activities, fanfiction is probably around number six on my priority list. However I do the best I can and I hope that you will still keep reading my story.
Neighborhood Legend
Chapter 3: Playing the Game
It was now two weeks after Tom’s first sight of the Mad Doctor, and he found that he was starting to get into the casual swing of every day life in Princeton. Now that school has started he has made multiple friends including Patrick, Courtney, and Aishan.
One Monday morning he was about to go to school when his stops him.
“Hey Tom, I got something for you.” He said with his hands behind his back.
“What?” Tom asks curiously. His dad pulls out a handsome bronze pocket watch and shows it at Tom’s eye level.
“It’s a Wiltzer family heirloom. Belonged to your great grandfather.” He puts it in Tom’s pocket. “And now it’s yours. Take care of it, don’t you dare lose it.” Tom nods an okay. “Now hurry up and get to school” his dad said, and Tom was off, pleased with the added weight in his pocket.
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“Where is he?” Patrick groans impatiently.
“He should be getting back soon.” Courtney reassures. Tom checks his watch. 5:45. On a regular day, Old Man House would be here by now. He figured it was a patient day, on those days he may not be back until the morning after.
“He’s probably got a patient,” Tom says. “I’m going home.” Tom hops out of the rusted pickup truck and was about to walk home, when he suddenly heard the loud roar of a motorcycle.
“Here he comes” Courtney says.
“Finally!” Patrick exasperates.
“Shut up!” Whispers Aishan. The motorcycle then parked in its space next to 221B. Tom watched a familiar scene of the Mad Doctor sliding off the bike and taking his cane out of a compartment on the side of the bike. Suddenly as he walked to the door of his apartment, he tripped, the cane flew out of his hand landing in a bush, his backpack came open, spilling numerous books, papers, and a stethoscope all over the sidewalk.
“God damn it!” He yelled. “Hey you!” he looks at Tom. “Mind helping a poor cripple?” he says with a sarcastic smile. The man struggles to get up and holds the rail on the set of steps for support. Tom crosses the street plucks the Mad Doctor’s cane out of the bushes, and then stuffs the papers and stethoscope back into the backpack. He shuffles over to the man and hands him his things.
“Here you go,” He stutters nervously. He was face to face with the Mad Doctor, the man who’s antics birthed legends on Baker St. It was terrifying. “Hope you’re okay.” He stutters again. After all it was the polite thing to do. Instead of even saying ‘thank you’, Dr. House just nods and limps into the apartment.
For a split second, Tom gets the chance to look into 221B. He sees a messy room with a large couch and a small tv. He also notices the piano he occasionally hears the Mad Doctor play and on the wall was an assortment of guitars both electrical and acoustic. Tom wondered what the entire place looked like and suddenly his curiosity was stricken.
////////////////////////////////////////////////Neighborhood Legend////////////////////////////////////////////////
When Tom got back to the old pickup truck he saw Patrick, Aishan, and Courtney completely wide-eyed. He heard sentences coming from them such as,
“Way to go, man! That took some guts!”
“You have got to be insane!”
“Lucky!” Tom however wasn’t in the mood for this, had a question.
“Guys, guys, guys, I need to ask you something.” They look at him like he just pulled a lizard out of his nose.
“What?” Patrick asks.
“Have any of you ever been in the Mad Doctor’s apartment?”