Don't ask me where I got it, I don't know. Don't ask me if it's going to be amazing, it will be at least in my mind. So I hope your mind is as twisted as mine. Cuz if it isn't... This may not be as amusing.
WARNING: if you are a total Huddy shipper, that is totally normal and not always the scenario's choice. If you like Hameron, you may get hints and snippets. If it's Chameron you seek, you may be satisfied. But no slash, never slash! Please respect the choices I made, and read anyways. I think it'll be a breath of fresh air.
DISCLAIMER: would I really write this if I owned House? I'd be living the best possible life for me: in the limelight, writing House episodes!
Review please, I love my reviewers.*
Early
It was eight-thirty on a Monday morning. House's least favorite day, repeating itself the same way it always did. Wake up with a small headache, the remainder of last night which he didn't really remember. He took his Vicodin, swallowed them quickly and ravenously. Got dressed, laced his shoes and grabbed his cane. And out the door he went.
"You're late." Cuddy, his questionably evil and definitely beautiful boss, was waiting for him in the lobby with a file in her arms.
"I'm early for tomorrow." He explained. His cane clicked along the hallway's marble floors, Cuddy's heels mimicking the action. "Do you want something or is today just your turn to stalk me?" He asked bitterly.
"You do realize your work is the kind that doesn't carry over to the next day, don't you? You work here to save lives." Cuddy complained, finding it hard to keep up with the man's incredibly long strides.
"I work here cuz you pay me."
"I pay you because you're a good doctor and solve your cases. Quit solving your cases, you quit getting paid." Finally she just stepped in front of him. He stopped dead in his tracks. "You have a case."
"Fabulous." He hissed, stepped to the side and into his office's door. "Drop it off with one of my lackeys." Sat at his desk and kicked his heels up onto the desktop.
"You're the diagnostician, not them." She clutched the folder tightly in her arms, which folded across the folder and her chest. "Patient with complaints of very severe pain in her head and a numb feeling in her arms and legs."
"Fascinating." House grumbled but didn't move an inch.
"Do your job, House, this case is important." Cuddy started out when he called back at her.
"This sounds like a clinic case!" He yelled.
"Which should make it all the easier." Like that she was gone.
House looked closely at the bottle in front of him. Vicodin, the label read, his name written below it. Gregory House. He wondered why you had to write names on medicine bottles. Or why they had child-proof caps. It was quite ironic actually, this cap was even on children's medicines caps. This was a deep thought. He didn't even notice when his team walked in. "House..." Cameron's voice was distant and soft, almost disapproving though.
"Hmmm?" He asked. "Oh, you all are probably here about the case."
"We already took care of the case, House, don't you remember? Yesterday." Cameron said matter-of-factly. "I asked Cuddy if there was a new one, she said nothing of interest."
"What? That's impossible. She handed me a file this morning..." House picked through the clutter on his desk in search of the folder. But Cameron was surprisingly right, there was no file to be found.
"I think you're losing your mind." Foreman muttered. "Do you even know what today is?"
"Monday." House answered the dumb question.
"Wednesday." Chase replied. "I suppose he is losing his mind."
"Or he's just too high to function." Foreman mused. "On something."
"He doesn't look high..." Cameron peered into House's eyes, which were slowly closing. "And he's not drunk, I'd be able to smell it." Both Chase and Foreman looked at her on that one.
"Whatever it is, someone had better tell Cuddy before HIS ass gets sued." Foreman started out the door.
"Oh come on, Foreman, let's let him sleep." Cameron went to the window and pulled the blinds shut. "Drift into his little dreamland."
"House's dreamland?" Chuckled Chase. "Ha! Sounds more like a nightmare." The three had a blast while their boss drifted off into something less of a dream, and more of an unconscious hallucination.
*The hallucinations start next chapter, which should be posted very shortly! In the meantime, review and tell me what you want to read! LML*