Disclaimer: I don't own any of these guys except the ones you don't recognize, so don't sue me, I have way too many college loans to pay off.
Damned If You Do
By Isabeanfuzz
It was thirty three degrees out and the weather forecasters kept coming over the radio stating that mid-thirties would be the high for the day. The crowd outside the hospital door seemed to grow despite the freezing weather and it seemed to Wilson as he attempted to wend his way through them that they were shouting simply to keep warm. They were there, wrapped from head to foot in wool and fleece, toting signs of Anna Stymend and poster board that read "Abortion is Murder!" in bright red paint. Wilson kept his eyes to the pavement, trying to keep his focus on his goal…the door. He was almost there, just a few steps. Suddenly a short woman wearing a hand made snow hat with a large flower on the front leapt out in front of him, shoving a sign of a fetus in his face.
"Murderer! Murder!" The woman spat and huge puffs of steam formed around her face. Wilson smiled sheepishly and gently pushed past her, finally getting through the door. He heaved a sigh of relief when he felt the warmth of the lobby take hold of his body. But his relief soon turned to curiosity when he looked up and saw House standing at the balcony with a lollipop in his mouth. Wilson rolled up his coat sleeve to glance at his watch, he even tapped it to make sure that it was still working.
"You're early." He called up after determining that it was still functioning.
"You're pathetic." House yelled back sounding like a five year old.
"You're a coward." Wilson continued and stepped into the now open elevator.
"You're a…" House realized that the lobby was empty and spun when he heard the elevator ding and the doors open. Wilson smirked and emerged, thinking that his trick had worked and he had finally won a name calling match with House.
"Wait, I'm a coward?" House asked limping up to him, cherry lollipop poised in his other hand. "I'm not the one that gave the crazies at the door a vanilla smile."
"No, you're the one that came in a full hour early to avoid dealing with them. You read your e-mail." Wilson still felt that he had won as he continued to the nurses station to pick up that morning's files, House trailing after him.
"I did read my e-mail and apparently there are four eighteen year old girls who want to lick me in my pleasure zone." With that House popped the lollipop back into his mouth and turned once more when the elevator doors opened again. Cuddy stepped out looking thread bare and stifled.
"Ah, here comes our fearless leader," House quipped, "I'm thinking we could steal one of the garbage cans from the janitorial closet and dump hot oil on them like the good old days."
"I can't believe there are so many of them." Cuddy grumbled leaning against the nurses station as if it was her life raft and running a hand over her face.
"Has the press showed up yet?" Wilson asked almost feeling bad about asking moments later.
"No, not yet. But Harris over at Memorial says they've been camped out on the front lawn since dawn. Although I don't really think we're going to be getting much here, probably just local coverage." She paused for a moment, just long enough for everyone in the hallway to hear the crowd getting louder and louder. "This is going to be a long day."
"Here's what I don't understand," House began over the lollipop, "Anna Stymend dies during a routine abortion and that's what pisses these people off."
"And your point is?" Wilson settled in.
"My point is, they shouldn't be picketing, they should be partying. Another witch has been burned on the stake. Once again God proves his existence and his love for us by protecting us from the evil fifteen year old who got herself knocked up."
Just then there was the clicking of several pairs of shoes coming down the corridor as Cameron, Chase and Foreman joined the group at the nurses station. Cameron wore a look of utter disgust as she edged up next to desk. Chase and Foreman watched her for a moment and then shared a small smirk.
"It's not funny," she shot at them, "it's disgusting. What kind of kid would allow his friends to dare him to stick a golf ball up his…"
House cut her off mid-sentence. "Kid's poop shoot cleaned out?"
"So glad you decided to try to be professional today. It's really nice to think that we won't be giving the pro-lifers a reason to think that all doctors are immature, mindless, idiots." Cuddy quipped, turning towards House with an exhausted look on her face.
"My thoughts exactly, which is why I was about to send my team home." House through the now empty lollipop stick in the garbage can and prepared himself to leave.
Chase stepped in front of him, determined.
"What? That's the third time this week. I didn't get out of bed, take a shower and drive all the way here just to pull a Titelist out of some kid's rectum."
"Well, apparently today, Dr. Chase, you did. And if you haven't noticed we have a severe lack of patients and a lack of patients means…"
"Clinic duty." For the first time all morning Cuddy's face began to lighten slightly. There may have even been a slight smile on her face, but one would have to look very carefully to notice it. The hallway got immensely silent as everyone's faces began to look as disgusted as Cameron's once was.
"Look," Cuddy breathed, "if anyone sees doctors leaving this hospital in the middle of a protest, it's going to reflect poorly on me and the hospital. No one is going anywhere."
"Well, one of us is going to his office." House stated, grabbing another lollipop from the bowl on the desk and shoving past Chase.
"And that would be Wilson." Cuddy yelled after him, raising an eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip. House stopped dead in his tracks.
"No, that would be me, hence the reason why I'm walking to my office."
"You call that walking?" Wilson smirked.
"Shut up." House shot back.
"No, you still owe me twenty hours this month and like you said, you don't have any patients." House sighed, he knew that there was really nothing else that could be done. How could he have been so careless? He would justify it by the fact that there were fifty insane people outside the door to the hospital creating a distraction. But as House stood there, he noticed something. The yelling outside the glass downstairs was nearly gone now, nearly gone save for one voice yelling.
"Help her! Someone help her!" The group of doctors rushed to the balcony and saw the woman with the flower knit cap crouched over another woman who was laying flat on the cold concrete, a sign of Anna flopped across her chest. The woman was unconscious, the flower lady yelling over the top of her, banging on the glass door with her fist.
"Maybe I was wrong," House said, watching the scene unfold in front of him, "maybe there is a God."