AN: Ok, so I've recently become very addicted to the show House and I wanted to write a House fanfic. I happened to be writing a SW story at the time, when the thought occurred to me to write a GFFA version of House. This story is the result. You don't need to have seen the show to read this, and if you have seen House you will notice that I've altered a certain House speech in this chapter. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: House, M.D. is owned by David Shore and Star Wars by George Lucas. I happen to be neither of them.

Everybody Lies

Chapter 1

Dr. Gregg House limped through the hallways of the Prince Plains Med Center in Corellia, not really paying attention to anyone or anything. He was a doctor on a mission, and for the most part everyone stayed well out of his way. He was a doctor, and generally that would mean that he was supposed to care about all his patients. But the truth was he didn't.

Dr. House was a very tall human with graying brown hair, piercing blue eyes and who walked with a cane. Many years ago he had a blood clot in his thigh that went undiagnosed, and because of that his muscle died. Unfortunately for House, not even bacta could cure his never ending pain. Because of this he took was addicted to a strong narcotic drug that eased the worst of his pain.

"House," said Dr. Lisa Cuddy approaching him with a frown. House turned abruptly and entered the turbolift. Cuddy was his boss, and that meant that House wanted to talk to her as seldom as possible. Unfortunately she caught up with him and entered the turbolift before it closed.

"This isn't hide and seek," she muttered while glaring at him.

"Really?" House asked surprised. "I was winning by the way."

"I don't want to play your games," Cuddy replied.

"Too bad for you," House answered with a grin.

"You are going to the clinic. Now," she replied.

"But my leg hurts," House complained in a childish voice.

"I don't care," she said rolling her eyes. The turbolift doors opened and Cuddy exited, but not before turning and saying one last thing. "Clinic."

"Slave driver," House muttered under his breath as he walked down towards the walk in clinic.

House hated working in the clinic. It was free so anybody was allowed to walk through those doors, and he loathed it. If it wasn't the whiny kids and hypochondriacs getting on his nerves, then it was the druggies and beings who came in with symptoms a two year old could diagnose. The worst part of it all was the complete unending monotony of it all.

When House wasn't being subjected to the clinic, he was heading up the med center's diagnostics department. He was an incredibly inquisitive doctor who was fascinated by the strangest of symptoms. He made it a study to take on all the cases that no other doctor could solve. It was a big galaxy out there and House was the best in his field.

This is exactly why House looked at the full waiting room in front of him with a great deal of annoyance. Suddenly, he got an idea.

"Hello sick beings and their loved ones. In the interest of saving time and a lot of boring chit chat later, I'm Dr. Gregg House. You can call me Gregg. I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning—"

Cuddy hearing his speech quickly interrupted him. "Short, sweet. Grab a file."

House ignored her and continued speaking."This ray of sunshine is Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Dr. Cuddy runs this whole hospital so, unfortunately, she's much too busy to deal with you. I am a bored," House paused and sent a meaningful glance towards Cuddy.

"Certified diagnostician with a triple specialty in infectious diseases, humans and non-humans. I'm also the only doctor currently employed at this clinic who is here against his will. That is true, isn't it?" House glanced at Cuddy again, who just stared at him.

"But not to worry, because for most of you this job could be done by a Gungan with a bottle of bacta. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this," House paused and pulled a hypo out of his pocket.

"This is Vicona. It's mine. You can't have any. And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem. But who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too stoned to tell," at this House bugged his eyes out, freaking out the patients even more.

" So, who wants me?" House asked. And just as he expected, every single patient in the room averted their eyes. He grinned.

"And who would rather wait for one of the other two doctors?" He asked. This time every being in the clinic raised their hands. House was suddenly very proud of himself.

"Okay, well, I'll be in Exam Room 1 if you change your mind," he replied, limping away to the exam room. Hopefully nobody would come and House would have an opportunity to watch his favorite holodrama. It was shaping up to be a decent afternoon.