Unfortunately, I do not own House or any of the characters, and I'm not making any money out of this

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Chapter I

You lay in your bed, resting your sore muscles after a week of particularly hard work, hidden beneath your woollen blankets and cotton sheets. All your attempts at gaining energy in order to be able to get up and get dressed for work are unproductive. You are now at least 15 minutes late, but, for once in your life, you don't give a damn.

The phone rings. You hear the annoying music that comes out of that evil little appliance and you can't bear it any longer. Who the hell is calling you early in the morning? An outcast, for sure. You pull the covers aside and begin a frantic search for the telephone.

The floor is cold under your feet and the sensation feels pleasurable to your tired limbs as you run towards the bookshelves, where you spotted the phone.

'Hello?' Your voice comes out considerable cranky, and you feel sorry for the person who is about to speak. After all, he or she might be a donor, or a doctor living abroad.

'Doctor Lisa Cuddy?' A serious masculine voice replies. Great, now you are scared. You mumble a coherent response. 'I'm Doctor Yeats, from Princeton General. I think we've met before' Sure, that nice man from the benefit…'your brother and sister-in-law had been severely injured in a car crash. I'm sorry for delivering the news so early in the morning and without previous warning, but you are the only family we were able to contact, and some has to take care of the child.'

Right. The child. Your 2-year-old nephew, Jamie.

'I'll be right there, Doctor Yeats. Right there.'

'Ok, room 109' You say your rushed goodbyes, and you run towards the bathroom. You get dressed and apply some make- up, and somehow you manage to get out of the house in less than 15 minutes.

You call Wilson from the car (and a policeman waves at you, and you know you shouldn't be using your cell phone) and explain him the whole situation. Basically, you call in sick for the first time in a very long time.

'And Wilson…'

'Yes?'

'Look after House, and make sure he doesn't set the hospital on fire.'

He chuckles.

'Don't worry about it, I got it all covered. Now hung up and go see your family. Stop worrying about the hospital.'

'I'll try' You let out a sigh 'I'll try'.

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This is my first fanfic ever, and I'm not an English native speaker. Constructive criticism is very, very appreciated. And please, review and tell me what you think. I know it's crap, but I was so bored I decided to do something more o less PRODUCTIVE.