"Code: House"
By cdc100
Summary: When some students at Kadic Academy fall ill, it is up to Dr. Gregory House to save them.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure non-profit fan fiction. I do not own any of the characters, their weapons, their abilities, or any of their universes, nor do I own any of the lyrics that will appear in later chapters, or any of the products mentioned in the story such as Coca-Cola, or Playstation. If anybody is wondering about the night terror thing, I got it from Boston Legal. I might use more story points from Boston Legal.
Note: I don't know if I'm spelling Jeremie's name right. I've seen it spelled, "Jeremie," and "Jeremy," so just bear with me. If anyone thinks I should change the spelling, send me a review. Yolande is pronounced, "Yo-lawn-duh." And if you're going to read this story, PLEASE at least have the decency to leave a review!
Chapter One
"Something Wrong"
(A/N: This is for those of you who like the show, "House, M.D.")
(Opening Theme)
HOUSE, M.D.
Hugh Laurie
Lisa Edelstein
Robert Sean Leonard
Omar Epps
Jennifer Morrison
Jesse Spencer
Jeremy Belpois was walking through the hall on the way to the lunch room. He had just finished working on a program to help them combat a computer virus called Xana, and he was dying to tell the others. He entered the cafeteria, and found his friends sitting at their usual table.
"Hey, guys," he said as he approached.
"Hi, Jeremy," said Aelita, a girl with pink hair and green eyes.
"How's it going, Einstein?" asked a boy with an antenna-like haircut on his head.
"Morning, Jer," said the raven-haired girl next to Aelita.
"What's going on?" asked the other boy.
"I just got finished perfecting a new program!" said Jeremy.
"What kind of program, Jeremy?" asked Aelita.
"It's… Kind of a surprise," said Jeremy.
"You can't at least give us a hint?" asked Odd, the boy with the haircut that matches his name.
"Well, I would, but, knowing you, you'd probably try to get more out of me than I intended," said the blond-haired boy.
"Hey! You can't blame a guy for trying!" exclaimed Odd.
"Something tells me I'm not going to be able to come up with a satisfactory retort for that," said Jeremy. "Anyway, as soon as classes are over, I'm going to go to the factory to test it out. You guys want to come?"
"Like we're gonna say no?" asked Ulrich.
It had been a year since they found out that they hadn't truly defeated Xana and found a way to materialize Franz Hopper. Ever since then, Hopper has been helping the group figure out a way to beat Xana for good. Aelita and Jeremy had been openly going out since then, as have Ulrich and Yumi. William was actually showing no interest in Yumi anymore, and Odd had finally managed to form a permanent relationship with Samantha Knight, who occasionally helps them on Lyoko.
"Of course. So, anyway, after class, we head for the factory."
Just then, the bell for their class rang.
"Well, I'd better get going," said Yumi, the girl with black hair. "I've got a geometry test."
"See ya," said Jeremy.
Jeremy, Ulrich, Odd and Aelita headed off to their science class with Suzanne Hertz. They wanted to get their work finished as soon as possible.
"Good morning, class," said Ms. Hertz. "Today you will take your chemistry test. You have until the end of this class to finish it. If you do not finish by the end of this class, you will be kept after until you do."
She had Aelita pass out all of the papers. Jeremy couldn't help but stare at Aelita's hair as she walked by. When she finished passing out all the papers, she sat down next to Jeremy. Ms. Hertz picked up a stopwatch and set it.
"You may begin now."
After about five minutes, she came over to Jeremy's desk.
"Is there something wrong, Jeremy?"
"No, ma'am. I just finished."
"Really?"
She picked up Jeremy's paper to make sure.
"Very good, Jeremy."
She marked his paper with an A+. Aelita was the next one to hand hers in. Ulrich turned his in afterwards, and as usual, Odd was the last one to turn his in.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class period.
"Class dismissed," said Ms. Hertz.
Odd, Jeremy, Aelita, and Ulrich came out of the classroom, and began to make their way outside, where they met Yumi.
"To the factory?" asked the Japanese girl.
"Let's go," said Jeremy.
When Jeremy knew that they were out of sight and earshot, he broke into a run and led them to the manhole that led to the factory. He opened it, and let Aelita climb down first.
Odd sung a song as they made their way to the factory.
"If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits? Puttin' on the ritz."
Everyone looked back at him like he had three heads.
"Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes and cutaway coat, perfect fits. Puttin' on the ritz."
"I'd better not get that song stuck in my head," said Ulrich.
"Dressed up like a million-dollar trouper. Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper. Super duper!"
Ulrich looked up at the ceiling hopefully. He was looking for the other manhole.
"Please, show up."
He got his wish. The manhole was just above their heads. Aelita made sure to go up last, after everyone else had gone. They then ran to the entrance of the factory and slid down the ropes. They ran to the elevator and stepped in, where Aelita typed in the code: 7, 1, 3, 0, check, 5, 1. The elevator descended to the computer room, where Jeremy stepped off and ran to the Supercalculator.
"You guys go ahead and make your way to the scanner room. I'll start up the virtualization procedure."
They did as they were told, and when the elevator stopped on the bottom floor, they ran to their respective scanners and stepped in.
"All right. Transfer: Odd. Transfer: Ulrich. Transfer: Yumi."
Air started brushing past them and blowing their hair out of proportion.
"Scanner: Odd. Scanner: Ulrich. Scanner: Yumi."
They all floated toward the tops of the scanners.
"Virtualization!"
They disappeared and then reappeared in Secor 5 on Lyoko.
"We've made it!" yelled Odd.
"All right. Aelita will be over in a minute. Virtualization!"
Aelita dropped from the air and landed right next to the others.
"So, what now?" asked Odd.
"Go to the hangar bay. My new program is on the Skidbladnir."
The group stepped onto their respective teleportation spots.
"Teleportation," said Jeremy.
The group teleported to their respective NavSkids. Aelita was in the cockpit.
"All set, Jeremy. We're ready."
"All right, I'm launching the Skid, now."
After a few quick steps, they were launched into the Digital Sea.
"I can see a couple of Kongres coming up to you. Now would be a perfect time to test the program."
"How do I do that?" asked Aelita.
"If you look at the interface, you should see a new button. Press it."
She did so, and when she did, a particle beam came from each of the NavSkids. They utterly obliterated the Kongres.
"That was sweet, Jeremy!" exclaimed Odd.
"But, that must have cost the Skid a lot of energy," said Aelita.
"Actually, no," said Jeremy. "I was actually able to modify the Skid so that no part of it, particularly that particle beam, would take up much of the sub's energy."
"Jeremy, you are a genius," said Aelita.
Jeremy blushed at this.
"That's all. I'm bringing you back to Earth, now."
They appeared in their scanners, one by one.
"With that particle beam, Xana's marine monsters don't stand a chance," said Odd excitedly.
Jeremy led the way back to the academy. It was getting near dinner time. Ulrich began singing the same song that Odd was singing on the way to the factory.
"Come, let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks or 'umberellers' in their mitts. Puttin' on the- UGGGH! I knew I'd get that song stuck in my head!"
"Sorry," said Odd.
"I think we ought to eat something before we turn in," said Aelita. "You, especially, Jeremy. What with all that work you're doing."
"All right. I'll go grab some spaghetti," said Jeremy.
They sat at their respective table, but just as they sat down, they noticed that one of their classmates, and the principal's daughter, Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas was starting to collapse.
"Sissi!" yelled William. He ran over to Sissi. She was laying on the floor of the cafeteria, and she wasn't breathing.
"Jeremy!" called William.
"Yeah?!"
"Go call 911, and get an AED!"
"You got it!" Jeremy left the room to get the AED while dialing 911 on his cell.
"911 emergency."
"One of the students here just collapsed! She's not breathing!"
"Where is your school, sir?" asked the operator.
"I'm at Kadic Academy! She's in the cafeteria!"
"Remain calm, sir. We're sending an ambulance right away."
Jeremy hung up his phone, and grabbed the AED. He then rushed back into the cafeteria. William was giving Sissi CPR. Finally, after one more push, he managed to revive her.
Sissi coughed a couple of times.
"What… What happened?" she asked.
"You fainted," said William.
"An ambulance is on the way for advanced care," said Jeremy.
After a few minutes, the ambulance showed up, and the paramedics came out and examined Sissi.
"Are you feeling better, now?" one of them asked.
"Yes, I am…" Sissi managed to say that before passing out once again.
"She's fainted again! Load her into the ambulance!" said the paramedic.
The group heard a voice from behind them.
"Let me see her for a second."
The students turned around to see a man standing behind them. He was wearing a brown coat, with jeans, a light blue shirt, and regular sneakers. His face was covered in stubble and he did not look all too pleased. He was also carrying a cane.
"Who are you?" asked Jeremy.
The man answered him back, in a snide manner, while imitating an African accent (A/N: He's trying to mimic Rafiki from The Lion King, and does a good job at it).
"The question is, 'Who are you?'"
"I'm Jeremy Belpois," said Jeremy.
"I'm sure you are," said the man, reverting to his normal voice. He began limping forward toward the ambulance to take a look at Sissi.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you think you're doing, sir?" asked one of the paramedics.
"Interesting question, and I can give you the answer in a not-so-nice way, or in a way even worse than that."
This puzzled many of the students as well as the paramedics.
"I am the diagnostician and nephrologist who is examining the resident Ditzy Debbie. And, if you guys were paramedics- OH! Gee, you are! You would most likely be helping me."
"Could you at least tell us your name?" asked Aelita, irritably.
"What's in a name? Besides, in case you haven't noticed, I am busy, as I said, examining the nitwit who just passed out."
"That 'nitwit' has a name," said Mr. Delmas.
"I'm sure she does. And I'm sure that I don't care what it is."
He put a hand to her trachea, and felt it. He then put a hand on her head, and then felt her arms.
"What are you doing to my daughter?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"Don't look now, but your teacher's making me repeat myself," said the man to William.
"Sir. I am the principal at this academy, and that is my daughter. By that authority, I demand to know who you are, and what business you have here!"
"Fine. If you must know, I'm Dr. Gregory House."
Mr. Delmas's eyes widened.
"Who's Gregory House?" asked Odd.
"He's a very famous doctor. He's from New Jersey. Strange. He doesn't look anything like a doctor," said Jeremie.
"You're Gregory House?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"Yes, and you're interfering with my work, which happens to involve your daughter. Speaking of which, you should know that she's obviously not doing well, either due to applying too much hair gel so as too lose as many brain cells as possible or due to eating the wrong food. Either way, you are going to need to take her to the hospital, at which I happen to work. Either that, or… Well, I guess there really is no other option, is there?" he asked, with a fake puzzled look on his face.
He sighed.
"It does make your decision a lot easier, though. Don't worry. We have brain grafts that we can give her."
"What's with the cracks about her brain?" asked Odd.
"She's wearing a crop top shirt, a headband around her hair, lipstick, and eyeliner. That tells me that she fancies herself a beauty queen. She's wearing platform shoes and is the daughter to the principal at this academy. That tells me that she thinks that she's just a cut above the rest. She's wearing a pink shirt with a yellow heart on the chest. That tells me that she's used to having boys, or girls, around her, and is trying to attract somebody to her. Who that is, I have no idea. The lipstick and eyeliner are probably meant to impress him, or her, which tells me she has been repeatedly jilted and is easily angered. And somehow I get the feeling that whoever he or she is, is not going to go out with her any time soon, if ever."
"Got that right," said Ulrich.
"And," continued House, "the shoulders of her shirt are puffed up, which tells me that she is used to having people make cracks at her intelligence. People who fit that description are usually not the sharpest tacks in the box."
"This guy's good," whispered Odd to Ulrich.
Jeremie walked up to Sissi, and examined her himself.
"She has a little bit of food poisoning."
"Oh!-" Dr. House snapped his fingers. "Geez! Why didn't I think of food poisoning?" he asked this question with a sarcastic air in his voice.
The students just looked at him like he had two heads.
"Is this an audience, or a mosaic?" he asked. "It's something that a nine-year-old could diagnose, and the so-called paramedics here couldn't figure it out. Were these the 1970's, and the symptoms that clueless right here has were those of a common cold, they'd probably guess she has the flu."
"The influenza virus?" asked Jeremie.
House scoffed.
"Do you know another flu?"
He sighed.
"You were the only one who could figure out that she had food poisoning, save me. Nice work."
"Thank you," said Jeremie.
"That wasn't a compliment," said Odd.
"Yes, it was. The insult comes right now. You're a nerd!" yelled House.
"Well, can we just take her to the bloody hospital before she gets worse?!" asked Mr. Delmas, outraged.
"Which would be my cue," said House.
He stood from where he was, and began giving orders to the paramedics.
"She had an allergic reaction. Administer the EpiPen, and give her some oxygen. And make sure to give her a sedative when we arrive. We don't want her to get Extreme Bitch Syndrome in the middle of our diagnoses."
"Like she didn't have that already," said Heidi Klinger to a group of other kids.
Christophe M'Bala and Matthias Durel both laughed, but when House turned to look at them, they immediately stopped.
"Let's go," House said.
Mr. Delmas looked frantic.
"What's going to happen?" asked Mr. Delmas.
House looked at him.
"What's going to happen is I'm going to have to spend three of my General Hospital hours trying to make your daughter well again," said House. He opened a pill bottle, dispensed a pill into his hand, and then swallowed it. "I'll see you when you get to the hospital. That is, assuming you want her to live. I just have one important question to ask you."
Mr. Delmas looked at House, as if to say, "ask away."
"Was your daughter in any pornos?" asked House.
Everyone looked at him with incredulity.
"What?" asked House. "You never know what kind of information may be relevant in a situation like this."
House limped to a motorcycle that was parked in the school parking lot. It was in a "Handicapped Parking" space. He place his cane on a side slot, put on his helmet and drove past the ambulance.
"I think we had better tell Dad about this," said Aelita.
"Not a bad idea," said Jeremie. "He could run a scan of Lyoko and see if Xana's rearing his ugly head again."
They went to their dorm rooms and grabbed their scooters and skateboards. They then went past the entrance to the Academy and rode down a street to the direction of the hermitage. In the year since Franz Hopper was materialized, Aelita and her father had been remodeling inside the old place so that it was more livable, but still looked old on the outside, making it an excellent hideout, and all of its power came straight from the factory.
After fifteen minutes, the gang made it to their destination. They dismounted their scooters and walked to the door. Aelita rang the doorbell twice, and then knocked on the door three times. Shortly after, Franz came to the door and opened it.
"Good evening, everyone," said Franz. "Come on in."
They did so.
"What's happened?" asked Franz.
"We think that Xana may have infected one of the students with something," said Jeremie. "While we were trying to get dinner, Sissi had a reaction to one of the foods. She was knocked unconscious, and we had to call an ambulance."
"You think that Xana had something to do with a mere allergic reaction?" asked Franz.
"We all know that just because it's unlikely doesn't make it impossible," said Jeremie. "That's why we came to ask if you could check Lyoko for any sign of activity while we check on Sissi."
"You make a valid point, Jeremie," said Franz. "All right. I'll drive you to the hospital so that you can check on Sissi, and then I'll come back and do a scan of Lyoko, and see if Xana has done anything."
"Let's go," said Jeremie.
Franz lead them out to his car.
"Jeremie," he said, tossing Jeremie the keys. "You drive."
Jeremie got into the vehicle and drove the gang to the hospital where they were keeping Sissi.
When they arrived, they got out of the car, and Franz got into the driver's seat.
"I'll call you and let you know if there's been any activity on Lyoko," said Franz. "Come back when you can."
He rolled up his window and drove in the opposite direction.
"Think they'll let us in?" asked Ulrich.
"I'm not going to give them much choice," said Odd.
When they came to the entrance, they ran into Mr. Delmas.
"Della Robbia?" asked Mr. Delmas. "What are you all doing here?"
"We came here to check on Sissi."
"Very kind of you," said Mr. Delmas. "I was just on my way to see Dr. House. Would you all like to join me?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"Sure," said Odd.
They walked into the ER to speak to Dr. House. Instead of Dr. House, however, they ended up running into a person with a much more professional look. He had just taken off his mask and was walking out of the operating room. The group decided to ask him where Dr. House was.
"Excuse me, is Dr. House in?" asked Ulrich.
"No, he's not. He is in his office, I think," said the man.
"At a time like this?" asked Mr. Delmas. "He's the one who diagnosed my daughter."
"Oh, you're the father to…" he picked up a notepad on a table outside the room. "Elizabeth Delmas?" asked the man.
"Yes, I am," said Mr. Delmas. "I'm Jean-Pierre Delmas. I'm the Principal at Kadic Academy."
"Well, you should know that your daughter is in good condition at the moment, and she's making a perfect recovery."
"And you are?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm James Wilson."
"What connection do you have with this case, Doctor?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"I am the head of this clinic's Oncology Department," said Wilson. "Dr. Cuddy, she's the Clinic Administrator, asked me to check your daughter for anything that might be cancerous in her body. Thankfully, however, I found absolutely no abnormalities. You have a very healthy daughter, sir."
"Well, our school keeps a very strict health code. I beg your pardon, Dr. Wilson, but you say that Dr. House is not working on my daughter?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"No, he's not. When she came in, he had his team come down to the ER to operate on her. They should be done in a minute. I'll introduce you to them."
As if on cue, three doctors came through the door and removed their headgear and masks. One was an African American man with facial hair, one was a white male, and the other was a white female.
"Mr. Delmas, this is Dr. Eric Foreman, one of our best neurologists," said Dr. Wilson, gesturing to the African American man.
"Good to meet you, doctor," said Mr. Delmas.
"My pleasure," said Dr. Foreman.
"This is Dr. Robert Chase," continued Wilson, gesturing to the white man.
"Dr. Chase," said Mr. Delmas.
"Pleasure to meet you sir," said Dr. Chase. He spoke with a heavy Australian accent.
"And this is Dr. Allison Cameron," finished Wilson, gesturing to the woman.
"How do you do, miss?" asked Mr. Delmas.
"I'm fine, thank you," said Dr. Cameron.
"Your daughter is going to be fine, sir," said Dr. Foreman. "I'm sorry if the absence of Dr. House caused a panic."
"Well, I thank you for your assurance, Dr. Foreman. But, he picked a lousy time to stay in his office. I mean, her life could have been in danger."
"No it couldn't have," said a voice from down the hall. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Dr. House limping into the room. His cane had a flame design painted on the bottom, and he was wearing the light blue t-shirt that he had earlier. He wasn't wearing anything that made him remotely resemble a doctor.
"And even if it was, we wouldn't have missed much," he said.
"He also picked a good time to come out of his office," said Foreman.
"I heard someone talking. Anything I might enjoy?"
"We were talking about how you handed off the case to your team in order to avoid treating her yourself," said Wilson.
"Not a particularly interesting subject, but I'll run with it," replied House, taking out the same pill bottle he had taken out earlier, and popping another pill into his mouth.
Aelita had a look of befuddlement on her face.
"You diagnosed her, then didn't treat her. Or, if you did treat her, you did it without even so much as going to see her. How does a doctor do that to a patient?" she asked.
"Easy. He just doesn't give a crap about them."
Everybody just stared at him with their mouth open.
"That's a good thing," said House.
Everybody stood where they were, as if waiting for something.
"Are... you going to make me explain why?" asked House.
"Yes," said everyone simultaneously.
House rolled his eyes.
"Being near patients causes doctors to grow attached to them, and attachment gives you emotions. If emotions caused us to act rationally, they wouldn't be called emotions, now, would they?"
"Dr. House?" asked a woman who had just entered the room.
"Ah, Dr. Cuddy. I didn't see you there."
"We have a whole group of patients in the waiting room that need a doctor."
"Perfect. Why do I care?"
"You care because your paychecks are determined by your work ethic, which is put at risk every time you trivialize your patients."
"Well, if patients weren't meant to be trivialized, would they be called patients?" asked House.
"You haven't treated anyone all day," said Cuddy. "If you don't treat someone, I can have you fired."
"Yeah. That's true. Shame that you won't. There's a little thing called tenure."
"House…" said Cuddy in a dangerous voice.
"Fine! I'll be the adult here!" said House. "So, who do I treat?"
"Pick someone."
With that, he walked into the waiting room. Dr. Cuddy gestured for the group to follow them to her office when House began speaking.
"Hello, sick people, and their loved ones. For the purpose of saving a lot of time, and avoiding any boring chitchat later, I'm Dr. Gregory House. You can call me Greg. I am one of three doctors currently staffing this clinic this evening. I am a bored certified diagnostician, with a double specialty in infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this clinic who's forced to be here against his will. That is true, isn't it?" he asked, turning back to look at Dr. Cuddy.
"But, not to worry," he continued, "because, for most of you, this job can be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you might see me reach for these." He pulled out a bottle of pills. "This is vicodin. It's mine. You can't have any. And, no, I do not have a pain management problem. I have a pain problem. But who knows? Maybe I'm wrong." His eyes widened. "Maybe I'm too stoned to tell!"
A couple of the patients' eyes widened at this.
"So, who wants me?" asked Dr. House.
Everyone just stayed where they were.
"And… who would rather wait for one of the other two guys?"
Everyone in the waiting room raised their hands.
"Well. Problem solved. I'll be in my office if any of you change your minds. Anything else?"
When Dr. Cuddy said nothing, House turned on his heel and walked off without another word, and seemingly satisfied.
"What is with that guy?" asked Odd. "Is he a doctor or what? He didn't even try to treat anyone."
"Don't underestimate him. Almost everyone who has ever met him has made that mistake," said Wilson.
"What's to underestimate?" asked Yumi. "Is this Dr. House that good?"
"He's that good," said Wilson.
"How good is 'That good?'" asked Odd.
"He once diagnosed a whole waiting room full of patients in under a minute," said Wilson, causing everyone's eyes to widen. "All of them were correct."
The members of the Lyoko Gang were all thinking the same thing, now: "Maybe there's more to House than meets the eye."
To Be Continued…
Read and Review. Let me know what you guys think. I think I depicted House pretty accurately, but I'm not sure.