I'd like to introduce myself to kick things off. I'm only thirteen, and started actually writing about a month or two ago. Most of my writing isn't fanifiction, sorry :/ Anyways, about the story. It's a bit AU. They team is Chase, Thirteen, Taub, and Kutner. Also, Lucus was never around. Mainly because this leaves the Huddy that started in 'Help me' OUT. I am a 'Huddy', but I don't like the relationship that they have now. I loved it before they got together and while they were together. But when they broke up, there was like no more Cuddy in any of the shows :C And she's my favorite character -.- So, anyways, to avoid that mess, no Lucus! Never was, never will be. :3 Also, the patient will be a large role in this story, and do NOT steal her! Admittedly, she's based off me. I know that sounds completely egotistical, but I liked the plot idea I came up with. And trust me, there will be major differences xD Also, House is on Vicodin. I know that he shouldn't be since he never broke up with Cuddy, which turned him to it, but Kutner never died. So he never when to rehab, and never got off it.

I wanted to introduce her in first person, but I have to drop that and switch to third person after, and will never go back to first. This is because you get a better look into the character in first person xD Enjoy! And remember, reviews are stronger than Vicodin |3

Chapter One- Game Plan

As soon as my head hit the pillow, as if on cue, my alarm clock buzzed to life; screaming for attention. With a scowl, I picked it up and chucked it at the wall. Another night without sleep. Still not tired. But that's the problem... Sure, not needing sleep was great. Those eight extra hours to clean more things of my to-do list is quite the stress reliever. But knowing that medically, it's unhealthy not to get 8 hours a night, let alone weeks, was worrying me into the ground. That added to the pain that would make even the toughest man crumple in agony could only mean disaster. I'd been to countless doctors, all saying the same thing; 'You've pulled a muscle' or 'You're sleep deprived'. Bull. Crap. This happened long before I couldn't sleep. And the sleep was probably because of the pain, but that was irrelevant. Not sleeping isn't healthy, period.

I lay with my eyes clamped shut, trying to push the world off my shoulders to no avail. I pushed myself up with a frustrated grunt, using the headboard as a stabilizer when I finally made it to my feet. My first few steps were stumbles before I welcomed painful balance. I took a hot shower, trying to relieve the pain in vein, just like I did every morning. The long shower consisting of me mainly leaned against the wall, the shower masking my inevitable tears. Get them over with now rather than later, right? I wrapped myself in as towel and made it back to my room. I picked out random jeans and a t-shirt. I froze in my tracks at what I saw; a rash crawling up the underside of my arm. Okay, that's it...new game plan.

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After leaving my hotel room, I took a cab to work rather than the bus, wanting some silence. When he pulled up, that was the last thing I got. "Hey darlin', what are you doing alone?" southern drawl licked his friendly tone.
I forced a smile, "I'm much older than I look, actually, and am going to work." I slid into the back seat, hoping he would get the hint and be quiet. I had expected a greeting, not a question. Even if it was a friendly gesture, it made me uneasy.
"Where do yea work?" Okay, so that was a genuine question, because he needed to know where to drive me, right? Still, it felt too personal.
"In Princeton. Just take me to the coffee shop near the hospital, I didn't have time to make any."
He was apparently illiterate in the language of hints, and started off towards Princeton while continuing the seemingly interrogation with "Where do yea work in Princeton? A convenient store? You can't be much older than sixteen" he noted, glancing back for a quick look. I kept my expression and tone as pleasant as possible, something coming easy, thanks to months of practice.
"Seventeen, actually." I lied through my teeth, avoiding the actual question. Something finally clicked in his head, because he dropped the interrogation for small talk.
"You go to this coffee place often? I've been there once or twice." I suppressed a sigh. Just because the conversation was moving closer to my comfort zone didn't change the fact that I wanted silence.
My front dropped, "Look, not to be rude, but I have a headache. If you don't mind…can you just drive?"
He seemed to take the bait and apologized with a nod. "Sorry miss." I gave a smile of gratitude and looked out the window in silence. When he pulled up to the curb by the coffee shop, I stepped out and paid the fare, giving a 10 dollar tip. He couldn't resist a toothy grin. "Hope your headache goes away soon, miss. Enjoy your coffee." I nodded, still smiling as he drove away. When I was sure he was out of sight, I made my way to work, the hospital not far away called Princeton Plainsboro.

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She walked through its familiar double doors towards the clinic. She was an intern, learning to be a doctor. At age fifteen. She had no actual education, but there was a doctor willing to hire her as an 'assistant', while teaching her at the same time. It was great, she got to watch him explain to patients the procedures, going into extra detail for her own benefit. He had clinic duty that day, so she decided she would help out. So with a lab coat on and her hair pulled back, she walked into examine room one to find a mother with her kid. Surprise surprise. Another overprotective mom worried that her kid's sniffles are some deadly disease. However, she offered a polite smile anyways, "Hello, I'm doctor Evalyn. What seems to be the problem?"

Two throat swabs, one biopsy scheduled, a blood draw, 3 crotch swabs, and a tox. screen later, Evalyn had gone through 7 patients. Many of them questioned her age, and if she was legitimately a doctor. Technically, no. But that didn't mean she didn't lie and say yes. She did her job well, so who cares if she's actually been to med school. She couldn't write prescriptions, but that was about it for clinic duty. She could take blood, diagnose the rhino virus, most STD's, and many other common illnesses. Along with cancer signs and neurological symptoms. This was all from articles, medical journals, and books she'd read. That aside, if she hadn't found out about Dr. Levin in research, she'd most likely be flipping burgers. But that's not the doctor she was going to see now. She hung her lab coat in the locker room, and pulled up her sleeve to look at the rash one last time. It was spreading up the underside of her arm, and felt tingly. She hadn't the slightest clue what it was. With a sigh, she turned on her heel and set off, determined.
She marched into Cuddy's office, but the Dean of Medicine was on the phone. Cuddy looked up, holding up an index finger the signal silence. Evalyn didn't need reminding, she knew just how important donors were to the hospital, especially research. She leaned against the door frame patiently, but gave a nod to reassure her. She blocked out what Cuddy was saying, paying more attention to the pattern of the carpet. She looked up when she heard the phone click into its place.
"What do you want?" she asked, almost annoyed.
"I need your help with something…with House." Evalyn said uncertainly, biting her lip. All her doubts broke past the dam and flooded back in when Cuddy gave a sigh.
"Whatever he did, I'll make sure he apologizes."
"No, he didn't do anything wr-" she was cut off as the world turned black and the floor came rushing to meet her face as she collapsed. Cuddy jumped up from her seat and rushed over, checking quickly for a pulse. To assure this stranger wasn't faking, she held Evalyn's arm over her face, and let it fall. No resistance, she was unconscious.
"I need a nurse in here!"