OK, so I know you're not supposed to come up with excuses in advance, but I thought I'd just mention that english is not my first language. Also I haven't been writing fanfics for a very long time. But still. I hope you'll enjoy it, my first House-fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, so don't sue.

A new case

"Okey…" Chase sat down at the table, opening the journal in front of him. "So, we have a white female, Joanna Carson, aged 34, born in Akron, Ohio..."

"Blablabla, get to the symtoms!" Dr. House interrupted him. He was standing by the white board with the markers ready, waiting impatiently.

"Well, for a start, she's been feeling extremely tired for a couple of weeks, fallen asleep on the bus and not gotten of it in time, things like that," Cameron said as she sat down next to Chase putting a tray of coffee cups on the table.

"Also she's complaining about pains in her legs and arms." Foreman came over and grabbed one of the three to-go-cups.

House was writing down the symptoms on the board. "Right, so, fatigue and pain," he summed.up. "Wow, that sure narrows it down!"

"Could it be something as simple as a really severe case of anemia?" Chase suggested. Cameron looked confused. "Why would anemia cause pains in her arms and her legs?" she asked.

"Well, in many cases it gives a general feeling of discomfort. Maybe the patient interpretes the discomfort as specific pain," Chase suggested.

"Sign her up for an MRI." House was already on his way out of the room. Chase got up.

"What?!" He asked, clearly confused. House turned to face him "You heard me, an MRI. Do I have to spell it out to you?" He put on finger on his lip and faked a thoughtful look on his face. "You know what, I think I already did!" "So, you're not even going to try giving her iron and see if it helps?" Chase asked. "If a box of pills can get her better, why waste time on an MRI?" Foreman supported him.

"It's not severe anemia." House claimed. "But it'll make you two happy, run blood test as well, what do I care." He grabbed his jacket of the chair he had hung it on. "I'm going to lunch. Call me if there's any more symptoms." He was half-way out the door when he turned and looked at Chase again. "And if she's not on that MRI-list when I get back I'll make you wish you had never been born."

As the door slammed behind House, Foreman sighed deeply, and Chase fulng himself into a chair. "There's just no talking sense into that guy," he said in a dejected manner. Cameron had to smile. "You never learn. I don't get why you even bother."

As House was walking down the corridor towards the exit where he and Wilson had agreed to meet before going out to lunch, he saw Dr. Cuddy and Stacy coming towards him. The two were obviously in the middle of a conversation, but as they approached House Cuddy turned to him.

"Hey, have you been able to get a diagnose of that new patient that came in yesterday, Joanna Carson?" she asked him. House shook his head.

"Not yet," he said. "Unless you count in Chase's opinion, which, let's face it, nobody does."

"Carson..." Stacy tasted the word. "Was that the woman I talked to about her medical insurance this morning? The pale one with the brown hair?" Cuddy nodded.

"Yes, that was her."

"Oh, the poor thing," Stacy said in a sypathic voice. "You could really see she was in a lot of pain."

"All the more reason to get her diagnosed quickly." Cuddy turned to House again. "Don't go to lunch until you have come up with something."

"What do you take me for?" House answered, before he continued down the corridor. The two women went back to their conversation and went in the opposite direction.

House didn't get much further before he was stopped again, this time by a glass door opening as he passed it, causing him to trip over his own cane and drop the things he was carrying.

"What the ...!?!" he exclaimed, as a wheelchair rolled through the door. In it was a woman in a hospital gown. House's cane hit her in the arm before it fell down on the floor.He could only assume that she was Joanna Carson. She fitted Stacy's description well, she was indeed brown-haired, and very pale. What Stacy had left out was that she was also a very beautiful woman. Sure, she was clearly affected by whatever was wrong with her body, she looked very tired, as if every turning of the wheels was exhausting to her. But at the same time, there was something very much awake to her big brown eyes. Her cheek bones where high, and her neck was long. She reminded House of a painting by Rosetti.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize the door was that wide, that it would hit you like that." She became quiet, obviosly expecting him to assure her it was all right. He didn't, so she continued. "I saw you coming, through the glass," she explained. "Are you Dr. House?"

He gave a confirming grunt, while still trying to gather up his jacket, his cane and his wallet from the floor.

"Then you're the man I wanted to talk to. Dr. Cameron said you'd be responsible for diagnosing me," she explained. "Have you found out anything yet?"

"No, we haven't, yet," he said in an indifferent tone as he straigthened back up, eager to move on.

"Oh, I hope you can find out what it is, and soon." She didn't sound accusing, just sincerely worried. "It's the worst thing, not knowing what it is. Even if it's something really bad, I'd rather know, than just sit in that room and worry."

"Listen," he said, his tone wasn't sharp, but not exactly friendly either. "You told me you'd talked to Dr. Cameron. If you want sympathy, or even empathy, or if you're looking for someone to hold your hand, she's the one you should turn to. Not me. I'm busy with this silly little thing we call diagnosing the patients."

Without another word he contiued down the hallway. She remained in the same place, staring at him walking away from her, until he was out of sight.

I don't know when I'll be able to update. Hopefully in not too long.

Reviews are apprechiated, but please go (a little bit) esay on me. ;)