Okay, first off, I'd just like to say that I've never done this before. I've never written a FanFic, I've never written anything remotely creative, so... please be gentle. That being said, I should probably let all readers know that yes, this is a Huddy Fic. It pretty much takes place around season 3, with the old team, before Luddy and Mayfield, Kutner, Amber, etc etc etc. This fic does have some OC's that I've created myself... just weird one's that I thought people might enjoy. Lastly, this is supposed to be kind of fun. Fun for me to write and fun for others to read, so without further ado... happy reading and I hope to hear from some readers :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing (except for OC's). Everything else belongs to FOX, without whom, I would have nothing to do on my Monday nights (well, except homework).
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Chapter 1: Kelsey Hessler

It had been a relatively normal morning at Princeton Plainsboro. People came, people went. Everything was business as usual. However, for one Dr. Gregory House, it was the day he heard about a hot patient being held for observation on the third floor. He decided to investigate, knowing that he could both see if the rumor was true for himself AND manage to avoid clinic duty and Cuddy in this random and desolate area of the hospital. It was a win-win.

Once on the third floor, he made his way down the long corridor to the patient's room and entered without knocking. The patient, who had been silently reading, jumped in surprise as her focus quickly shifted towards the tactless man who had just barged in.

House stood there staring. The rumors were true! This woman was very good-looking. She had long reddish-blonde hair, high cheek bones, a sweet set of knockers, and even though she was sitting down, he could tell her a$$ was nice too. This woman was stacked, but he knew someone else with looks superior even to this chick. His mind began to wander…

--"Uhh… can I help you?"

"Nope," he responded with non-chalance and moved towards her bed to get her file. "Kelsey Hessler. Seriously? That's your name? Wow, I'm surprised your cheer squad hasn't invaded yet to rescue their favorite stunt girl. I mean, at least before the mean doctors find out how many eating disorders you actually have…"

Kelsey studied the abrasive doctor silently before responding.

"Okay… you're clearly not one for introductions, so I guess I'll just jump right in too. I haven't been a cheerleader since high school. It was something I was interested in then, but realized shortly after that I was too smart and liked food too much to put up with all that crap. You have to know by the little stare-down you gave me when you walked in the room that I don't have an eating disorder. On top of that, I've gathered that you're a doctor, albeit not the conventional type, but rather the misanthropic and defensive type and would know by reading my file that I'm not here to be treated for an eating disorder. Yes, Kelsey is my name, and believe me, you're not the only one who doesn't like it. I'd much rather have a name that doesn't make me come off as an airhead, something like Harper."

House smirked, pleasantly surprised with her quick and witty retort, but still not completely convinced she wasn't an idiot.

"You're twenty-one years old and a product of your age. Of course you'd want a name like Harper. Tell me, which Hollywood starlet gave their brat that name?"

--"Do I have the word 'moron' written on me somewhere? I don't like that name because of some stupid celebrity, I like it because it's the name of the author of my favorite book. Harper Lee… "To Kill A Mockingbird." Perhaps you've heard of it."

Definitely not an idiot, House thought to himself. Her last little outburst and coherent rationalization was enough to prove that much. Now, he was interested.

"So… you're here because you had a panic attack. We've obviously established that it's not because your cheer squad chose the pink ribbons over the purple, so what gives?"

--"I'm a full-time student at NYU. I'm studying to become an English teacher there. It's been a rough semester on me; I'm taking five English classes, working part-time, and I've just become a vegetarian. Over the last week I've had three exams, three papers and thirty hours of work. On top of that, my body doesn't like the multi-vitamin that I've just started taking, so I've been throwing up every day and I haven't been sleeping. I'm pretty sure that's what caused my panic attack, but then again, I'm no doctor."

"Are you still taking your vitamins, because it kind of smells like puke in here…"

--"No. It's from the medication I'm on. Buspar? They told me it could make me vomit… and it did, but I don't mind too much. It's better than some of those other anxiety medications that make you groggy or just flat-out sedate you."

"Do you know that from experience, or are you also studying to become a doctor who can correct the poor grammar of her future patients?"

--"A couple of years ago, my mother started having these weird episodes. They gave her Ativan for her anxiety. I knew that I'd end up the same way, since we're pretty much the same person. I just thought the whole anxiety thing wouldn't set in so soon. C'est la vie, I suppose."

House paused, not wanting to get further into her personal life. He didn't care that much. In fact he was ready to have a little fun. He turned around and opened the blinds to the glass wall of the patient's room and prompted her to a little game, hoping that she was as laid back as she appeared and would agree to play along.

"I find the extent of your general intuition fairly appealing. What say you to a little game of "Would You Hit That"?"

Kelsey raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, but smirked and responded to the obnoxious doctor with, "I say, game on."

A/N: So, what do you think? Remember, I'm new at this, so be gentle, but comments are certainly welcome! :)

...also I should note that I really have nothing against cheerleaders. I cheered for three years in high school. lol.