This is gonna be a kinda doctor who/house md crossover. probably wont have the doctor in but its related to the doctor.

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Disclaimer: -coughfan , fictioncough- -curls up and crys in dark corner-

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House sighed as he leaned back on his chair in the dark loneliness of his office.

Clawing shots of throbbing pain ran through his leg and up his body. For the first time in a while he felt ashamed - even though he would never admit that to anyone.

He'd punched Chase (well, maybe he did deserve it for some things), and what he had said was TRUE. That's what he hated about it. His diagnosis was right. House's was wrong. If Chase hadn't have stopped him, he would of maimed a kid.

He felt sick; he couldn't believe he had done that. If the surgery had happened, the kid would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, not really able to do anything. He even took the chose to live in pain than loose his leg. This was a little girl who'd only just started life, and she would have lost more than him.

God, he screwed up big this time.

And it was all because of that dammed Tritter.

Yeah, he WAS an addict, but it let it manage his pain, it let him do his job. Maybe he shouldn't blame Tritter, but this would of never happened if he hadn't been here and started all this. Tritter needed to be taught a lesson.

At least he did things because they were he thought were right - Tritter just abused his power.

But not only had he punched one of his minions, and probably lost all their respect, nearly made a little girl loose two limbs, he had also lost his best friend.

He would never admit it though but he was quite close to Wilson - but he didn't want to show it. If he did people would think he was weak and not strong at all. They would think that he was pathetic and had stupid emotions. That he wasn't as hard as he was supposed to be. He sometimes hated humans, but he was unfortunately fascinated by them.

And then he had insulted Cuddy. Normally he would do that all the time, but this time he overdid it. He'd never meant to say it, he was just angry. Now he had hurt the feelings of the two of the people he was probably closest to.

He hated himself a lot right now.

Damn, he was screwed.

He'd never meant for this to happen. His whole life seemed to be going the completely wrong way.

Life just sucked sometimes.

Sometimes he just hated this planet. He didn't really know why that guy the Doctor liked Earth so much.

He sighed again.

He would have to do something about this problem – and fast.

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A cookie (yes, that's right a cookie! -audience gasp-) for who guesses what the paragraph divider means:) (--------ghiatl-------)

ps. sorry if I got the character of house a bit wrong. This is just a little story to vent on my 'what if' thoughts...:) anyway, I hope u enjoy it!

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