When things in the world finally seem to be going right, they turn horribly wrong and will affect House's team immensely. Sequel to New Tricks.
Disclaimer: I do not own House, MD. If I did, do you think that Tritter would be around, Cameron and Chase would have had that interesting moment, that Claire would be made up, or that I would be writing here? And I do not own any of the song titles used in this story as a title or chapter titles.
Alright everyone! Here's the sequel! Hope you like it! Yes, I know I'm not on break yet, but amazingly, with finals at my school, not much studying is required and no homework is given! So, I've got some free time for writing! And the title is based off of the Boyz II Men & Mariah Carey song, which is a very big favorite of mine! Most of the chapter titles will probably be some romantic song title, or a song that fits the chapter.
One Sweet Day
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Chapter 1 – Fall To Pieces
Setting: Claire's room, as she, very flustered, gets ready for work.
Claire rushed into her room. She had just gotten out of the bathroom, putting her clothing on and taking a shower. She went over to her vanity she had had since she was a teenager and quickly brushed some makeup on. She grabbed her cell phone, threw it in her bag, picked up her bag, and rushed out, while fumbling to get her keys out. Claire left the apartment, went into the elevator, left the building, and got into her car, started it, and pulled out of the driveway.
In House's office…
Foreman, Cameron, and House sat around, doing pretty much nothing.
"What's taking Chase?" Foreman asked, slightly annoyed.
"You don't know?" Cameron asked him, a bit shocked.
"Know what?"
"Ah, leave him in the dark. If he's not going to pay attention, he should be," House said absent mindedly.
"Once again, know what?"
"Chase and Claire had their first date last night," Cameron told him.
"Really?"
"Explains why he's late." Chase came in quickly, seeming a little out of it.
"And so the brave one returns!" House commented.
"How'd it go?" Cameron asked.
"An explanation as to why you're late?" Foreman asked sarcastically.
"Why does everyone suddenly care about our personal lives?" Chase asked, slightly annoyed.
"Because we have the right to pry it out of you, or torture you until you do say it," House remarked.
"So?" Cameron asked. Chase sighed.
"It went fine and that's all I'm telling you."
"Why are you late?" Chase sighed again.
"Alarm clock didn't go off, and I woke up late."
"A likely story," House said.
"Come off it, will you?"
"Testy."
With Claire…
Claire drove through the city quickly. She was anticipating the wonderful phone call she would receive from House, or the awesome round of teasing that would occur when she got to work. Claire honestly thought that she kept hitting every red light physically possibly. She stopped at yet another stop light and waited for it to turn green. As she waited, she thought about the night before. It had been wonderful. She and Chase had really clicked. Claire was glad she had said yes. The light turned green. Claire began to pull out…
A few hours later (mid-morning), still in House's office…
"Wonder what's taking her so long," Foreman remarked, reading a medical magazine.
"Chase, what'd you do to Claire?" House asked sarcastically.
"Hey, don't look at me. I'm just as clueless as you." The phone rang. House got up and answered it.
"The number you have reached has been disconnected or is no longer in use. Please hang up and try again."
"Funny House," Cuddy said on the other end of the line. "Get down to the ER right now."
"Gee, seeing as how none of us work in the ER, I really don't see a point."
"Just get down there."
"Why?"
"I'm not telling you, so just get down there!" Cuddy hung up.
"Somebody's awfully pissy today," House said, putting the phone down. "And it's off to the ER we go!"
Near the ER…
"And if it isn't the one who dragged us away from our activities," House remarked as he saw Cuddy. "Why did you call us down here?"
"Follow me," Cuddy said in a slightly worried tone. The four followed her. Chase's mind turned to the night before, really not caring about where Cuddy was taking them. Claire had looked so beautiful. The two had great, in-depth conversations. Chase was almost hoping that they would get to go out for dinner again. This was one he thought would work out. Cuddy was rambling on, and frequently being asked questions by the rest of the team, who were very confused, but Chase wasn't listening. Finally, he tuned back in.
"Cuddy, quit with the riddles and tell us what's going on!" Cameron demanded. Cuddy let out a frustrated sigh.
"Our ambulances were called to a car accident," Cuddy began.
"Very good start, but I'm afraid that the plot's been used before," House commented. Cuddy ignored him.
"When they got the drivers out of the cars…" she continued.
"Can you get to the point?" Foreman asked. She paused.
"Claire's been in a car accident." It took a minute for the reality to hit home.
"Oh my god," Cameron said, shocked.
"Where is she?" Chase asked, his heart sinking.
"She's in there," Cuddy said, pointing to the room nearby. Chase began to go towards the door, but Cuddy stopped him. "You can't go in yet."
"Why not?" Chase asked angrily.
"She's still barely here. The EMT's are still working on her. Why don't you just go back up to Diagnostics and we'll let you know when you can see her." The rest of the team slowly headed for the elevator, but Chase ran his hands through his hair and looked at the room.
"Chase," Foreman said, signaling for him to follow. Reluctantly, Chase followed.
In House's office…
House's team sat in the office, stunned by what happened. Foreman was still shocked. Cameron wanted answers. Chase, on the other hand, blamed himself. They had gone out the night before. He felt like it was his fault that Claire was now lying in the ER, near death. More than anything, he wanted to see her. House just thought. He wasn't sure what to do. Wilson came in.
"I heard what happened," he said as he walked in. "Is she okay?"
"Don't know," House replied, his voice losing all it's sarcasm. Wilson sat down.
A bit later, everyone but Chase had gone and gotten food.
"Chase, you should really eat something," Cameron told him.
"Not hungry," he replied for the tenth time. Foreman came in and sat a sandwich, chips, and a brownie in front of Chase.
"When you get hungry…" he told him.
A few hours later…
Cuddy came into the office, where Chase, House, Cameron, Foreman, and Wilson all sat, anxiously waiting.
"You can see her," she said to them. Chase was the first one up, following Cuddy.
"Where is she?" he asked her.
"ICU," Cuddy answered, leading them to Claire's room. "She's pretty beat up and she's out for now."
"What happened?" Cameron asked as they walked.
"She was driving here. Light turned green, she went like she was supposed to, and a drunk driver barreled through and hit her car."
"Oh god," Cameron said under her breath.
"How's the drunk?" Wilson asked, sounding like he could care less. Even though she had only been there close to a week, everyone, even House, already liked the sweet, caring girl.
"In better shape than Claire." She paused. "This is her room." Chase was the first one in. Everyone else stayed out, allowing him time to be with her.
In the ICU room…
Claire lay on the bed, completely knocked out. Cuddy wasn't wrong when she said the Claire was pretty beat up.
"Oh god," Chase said as he walked towards her. Once he got closer, he pulled a chair next to the bed. Chase took her hand. He lowered his head. All day, he had kept from breaking down and crying, but now, he couldn't help it. She looked so helpless. Anyone who knew Claire knew that wasn't her. Chase, unable to think of anything else, began to pray quietly.
Outside the room…
"How will she do?" Cameron asked, concerned.
"We aren't sure right now," Cuddy answered. "I need you guys to treat the drunk."
"What?" Foreman asked, finding this unbelievable.
"Are you kidding?" Cameron added.
"We have reason to believe he has some obscure disease, which is where you guys specialize."
"You want us to treat the guy who nearly killed one of my doctors?"
"Sorry that we don't have two Diagnostic teams! But, if you'll just treat him and get him out of here, then we can go ahead and go to get him put in jail."
In the middle of Cuddy's small speech, Cameron looked through the window to the room. She went in. After a few minutes, House gave in.
"Alright, I'll treat the damn guy just so that we can him put in jail."
"Good. He's in that room." She pointed to the room across the hall.
With Chase & Cameron…
Cameron walked in the room.
"It'll be okay," she comforted, "She'll be better in no time and be back up and around, teasing and being teased by House."
"Thanks for trying, but it's not really going to help." Chase looked up, and continued holding her hand. Cameron sat down in a chair near him.
With House, Wilson, and Foreman…
They went into the drunk's room.
"So, you're the man that almost killed one of my doctors?" House asked rudely.
"Heard that my doctor was an ass, just didn't believe it," the man shot back.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you, the drunk ass. I'm the Vicodin addicted ass."
"We're taking some blood and running some tests," Foreman said bluntly. Normally, he would at least hold some form of kindness to a patient, but this guy didn't deserve it. He jabbed the needle into the guy's arm and took some blood.
With Chase & Cameron…
For a while, there was only the sound of the monitors.
"I'm going to go get your sandwich and stuff," she said to him, "eventually, you'll have to eat."
Chase sat in silence as Cameron left. She came back with the food Foreman had brought him and his bag. She left again. Chase got an idea and looked through his bag. He pulled out a book and began flipping through. The night before, he and Claire had talked about religion, favorite bible verses, and things like that. He stopped at the page where Claire's favorite verse was. He began to read softly out loud, from around her favorite verse.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
He skipped down a bit to her favorite verse.
And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:13)
"Pretty good verse, Claire," he said, his voice returning to normal, as if she could hear him. "I hope that it's right." Chase began to read through the bible a bit more. Even though Claire was completely out of it, Chase felt that they were deeper connected this way. House watched from the window.
And I don't want to fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
'Cause I'm in love with you
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Okay, so I hope that kept you all very in to it. I feel that it's a good time for a bit of Chase's seminary training to come through. I put the song lyrics at the end because I feel that it fits the chapter very well and I'll probably do that at the end of each chapter. Please review, House will proceed to call flames a series of names until they cry.