Hello!! I had to totally rewrite this, the whole story was on my old computer, I just got this new one. Enjoy, and no flamies! The reason I made up a character for House was simply because the only pairing (for House) I like even a little is House/Wilson, and I'm not skilled in that area yet. xD

Just some background: Chase and Cameron have been together for a year. YES, I AM A FAN OF THEM. Also, Stacy never existed. Yup. OH. And House is not 48. He is about Thomas Lang age, 35/36.

Disclaimer – I don't own anything, except for Miss Leah Madison. She is the product of my obsessive imagination. :3 Enjoy!

The Best Medicine

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Prologue

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Another good old day. In this damn hospital. I didn't have a case at the moment, I had nothing to do, really no reason to be here. I sat alone in my office, my iPod dead, my DS dead, everything blah and boring. Why do I even come here everyday, I wondered, if there was never anything to do? This question had been unanswered for the many years I've been here, and every corner of this hospital I looked, I couldn't find the answer. After a few minutes, I felt myself drift off. A state of peace crashed over me, and my eyes began to close. Then, out of the corner of my eye, a shadowy figure opened my door and stepped inside. Before opening my eyes all the way, I proceeded to guess who it was. Hm, slightly pompous stance, hands on hips, yup, it's Wilson.

"You know, you have things to do. Whereas, I, do not." I said sleepily and yet awake, preparing the crane in my head that grabbed witty comments when needed. My eyes were open now, and I took a hold of my cane and, with a slight smile, tapped it on the floor, eyes on Wilson.

"Cuddy wants you," Wilson said, shifting around like he usually did. Why did he do this all the time? I wondered. Is this why he and his 3rd ex-wife got divorced?

"When does she ever NOT want me? I need a refill." I said, throwing an empty bottle of the love of my life, Vicodin, in Wilson's direction. I smiled even wider at the expression on his face as I stood up and limped out of my office, bumping into Wilson "accidentally".

I made my way to the mistress' office, ignoring anyone who said anything to me on the way, which included some nurses. I reached her office and stopped in my tracks. There was a woman in the room with her. She looked about my age, maybe a few years younger. She was thin, and she had long, straight blond hair that stopped at her forearms. Her blue eyes, blue as the deep ocean were coated with a film of happiness, but underneath there was pure fear. It seemed that there was always fear in her eyes, no matter the situation. Her skin was incredibly fair, and she moved her hands very little when she talked. Cuddy was opposite her, writing things down on a clipboard, asking this woman questions, writing, asking, writing. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a light blue jacket with a matching skirt, and her shoes were high and white. I got lost into her appearance, and then my dream state was interrupted when her and Cuddy stood up. They were both smiling, the woman bearing white, straight teeth. They both walked out together, and soon they were by my side. Cuddy stopped short and looked at me.

"Dr. House, I believe you got my message from Dr. Wilson?" Cuddy asked, and the woman, after looking around a bit, looked at me. I felt our eyes meet, but it soon broke.

"What I don't understand is how Wilson is now playing messenger to the Dean of Medicine." I jabbed, still looking at this woman and trying not to. I saw her smile at my comment, and it made me smile.

I saw Cuddy roll her eyes. "He was right there, you two are friends." She said irritably. She turned to the woman. "I'll call you."

"Thanks, Dr. Cuddy," the woman said. Her voice was soft, yet there was power in it. She took one last look at me and walked off, then out of the building. Cuddy turned back to me.

"Who's your friend?" I said, my head jerked in the direction of the door.

"You'll find out soon. Come on." Cuddy said smoothly, then walked into her office, expecting me to follow. It took me a few moments to digest this whole thing. The beautiful woman who Cuddy just apparently interviewed, the fact that I was going to find out who this woman was. That was the best part. I wheeled around and limped into Cuddy's office, prepared to tone out her rant about paperwork, which, of course, I never did. No time. What, with all this busy hospital work, right?

YAH. It's short. IT'S A PROLOGUE. YAY! Tell me what you think dudes! Thanks! -Sparrow