Author's Note: Have you ever been stuck in a place with someone you don't like. Well here is how I'd think it would go. I do not own House MD or its characters.

Foreman got on the elevator and pressed a number. He rolled his eyes the moment he saw a cane block the door from closing. It could only be one person: House.

"Going up?" House asked rhetorically.

Foreman bit his tongue as the elevator doors finally closed.

Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a hard stop causing House to fall over. The elevator would not move up or down.

"You okay? Do you need help?" Foreman asked offering his hand.

House brushed Foreman away and stood up on his own and then barked, "I'm fine."

"House, you are not okay. In fact, I think that might need stitches. You'd be lucky not to have a concussion." Foreman pointed out.

House felt where Foreman pointed and wasn't surprised to see blood on his hand, "I'm fine. It's just a scratch."

Foreman looked annoyed, "At least let me look at it."

"I'm fine."

Foreman looked even more annoyed, but decided to leave it alone. House could get stitches later after they get out of the elevator. Foreman then pressed the emergency button and hoped for the best. Yet, nothing seemed to happen. Foreman began to fear the worst. They may be stuck for hours or even days. Plus the team, Wilson, and Cuddy would probably think House is playing hooking. Foreman wasn't sure what they'd think when they discovered he was gone too but he hoped they'd notice something was amiss.

Foreman then remembered his phone. He took it out of his pocket but he had no service or connection. He cursed under his breath and then turned to House.

"You got a cell phone?" Foreman asked.

"It's got no connection." House said already trying it out.

They both tried to get reception by holding there phones up higher but nothing worked. They couldn't communicate with the outside world. They were truly stuck.

Several minutes passed then turned to hours.

"I have to pee." House stated.

"Hold it." Foreman replied.

"I can't."

Foreman sighed, "What are you? Five?"

"If I'm five, then your one."

"Go in the corner."

House smirked and peed on Foreman's shoes. Foreman looked disgusted.

"Do you have to act a child?"

"Daddy can act like whatever he wants to."

Foreman sighed in annoyance and pushed the emergency button several more times.

"Are a moron? Stop. You might break it and then we'll never get out of here." House said.

"At least I'm doing something!" Foreman replied angrily.

House then tapped the elevator door in a rhythmatic tone.

"What are you doing?" Foreman asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm typing morse code for help." House replied.

"Well stop it. It's not helping."

House only tapped louder. Foreman sat down and covered his ears.

"How's this?" House asked sarcastically.

"Know what? I don't care if you fire me over this but this has been the worst experience I ever had. You've acted more childish than ever. You're a big pathetic baby!" Foreman snapped.

"At least I've kept my temper."

Foreman bit his lip hard not to say anything.

Soon the elevator doors opened and Foreman rushed to get out. He was met with the curious and pitying stares of the team, Wilson, Cuddy and some nurses.

"How was House?" Wilson asked.

Foreman merely shook his head and said, "I'm never riding in a elevator again."

"You need some stitches." Cuddy said to House.

"Not happening." House replied.

"I'll give you two days off clinic duty."

"Deal."

From then on, Foreman used the stairs.

Author's Note: Did you like it? Was it good enough? Do you feel bad for Foreman? Review and tell me. Thanks for reading! 8D!