This takes place somewhat after "Finding Judas," I guess; basically anywhere after Tritter comes in and Cuddy limits the Vicodin. This was going to be for my House / Groundhog Day story, Happy Ending, but it is too detailed, so I'm starting a new one.
HouseCameron to come.
First chapter will be up by Wednesday next week.
Title copyrighted by Kenny Chesney, via "The Road and the Radio." House and characters copyrighted by David Shore and FOX.
Chapter 1
Pain; one word that was needed to describe the feeling in House's leg when he woke up. The clock read 7:49. Too early, he thought, although if he didn't get to the hospital by 8:30 he knew he would have Cuddy following him for the rest of the day.
Struggling to get out of bed, House threw on a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans and limped over the corner of his bedroom where he left his cane the night before. Not bothering to stop, House gripped the handle with his left hand, shifted the cane to his right, and continued to limp to the kitchen, this time with a little support.
Vicodin… crap. Looking around the kitchen, pain still throbbing in his leg, House looked for the medicine bottle containing the pain killers. Kitchen, kitchen… No sign of it.
He turned and went to search the living room. House sighed, giving up, and reached for a book on his bookshelf, opened it, and took the little bottle he stored inside out. Quickly opening the cap, he popped out three of the tiny white pills into his hand, but then stopped. Coat pocket, he remembered.
He threw his cane aside and limped to the door to his apartment. Grabbing his usual black jacket, he searched the pockets, but gave up, frustrated as he remembered that his evil stalker had rid him of the pills, and he did not mean Cuddy for once. He meant his annoyance of a sidekick, Tritter.
Damnit! No Vicodin meant that he had to use what little was left in his secret storage that the cop had not found whilst raiding his house. Scrambling back to the bookshelf, House reopened the book, and took the same three pills out of the container. He popped them into his mouth and swallowed.
House didn't bother recapping the bottle as he realized that only one tiny pill remained. He threw the bottle aside and took the pill and popped it into his coat pocket for later use.
House put the book back onto the shelf, reached for his cane, and went to start his coffee. Looking at the clock he sighed and un-patiently waited for the caffeinated drink to be ready. 8:00, the digital picture read.
House grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with the black drink, not waiting to pour any cream or milk in it. He drained the cup quickly and threw it into the sink for later on.
Grabbing his coat which was thrown aside on the chair next to the door, House struggled to the road and lifted his leg over the side of his motorcycle, locked the cane into position, and started the engine.
"Where are you going?" Cuddy's voice rang through the hall, giving House a slight headache.
"I'm going to find that hooker that I ordered," House answered. "She should've been in my office five minutes ago."
Cuddy was silent, but followed her employee down the hallway.
House took his cane and used the end of it to open the door and walked into the conference room next to his office with Cuddy on his heels. A surprised look hit his face.
"Wow Cuddy! Look at that. I guess she didn't show up," House said with sarcasm in his voice. "Cameron, how long ago did you come in?"
"Five minutes… why?"
"Did you hear that Cuddy? I've found my hooker!"
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Watch him," she ordered Cameron as she walked out of the room.
Cameron, still confused, began to state the day's agenda. "No cases today," she reported. "I guess that means no puzzle for House."
"Real funny," House replied. Noticing that something was missing in the room, he began looking under folders and his coffee cup to make it obvious that something was wrong. "One," he said, pointing to himself. "Two," he said pointing to Cameron. "Where are three and four?"
"If you mean Foreman and Chase, Foreman has the day off and Chase is with Tritter," Cameron replied.
"Great," House said, smirking.
"I need the British one back," House said, pacing in Cuddy's office.
"And I need you in the clinic."
"You know what else I need?" House said, leaning against Cuddy's desk. "Someone to love me," he stated, giving her the puppy dog look.
"If you go to the clinic and get out of here, the whole hospital will love you."
House got a puzzled look. "The Wombat will love me too? Never mind then." He stuck out his tongue at Cuddy. "I'm not moving and you can't make me," House added, sitting down in Cuddy's chair.
Cuddy looked up from the files she was sorting through in her filing cabinet. She rolled her eyes at the sight of him spinning around in circles next to her desk and went back to flipping through the various files and papers. She grabbed a few and went back to her desk. Stopping the chair with her right hand, she handed House the files with her left.
"Clinic. Now."
"Yes, mom," House replied. He got up and tried to open the door, but due to the dizziness from the spinning, he failed. "Help, Cuddy keeping me hostage!" he screeched before finally opening the door and walking out, leaving Cuddy staring after him, fear in her eyes for the patients that were innocently waiting in the clinic.
Short chapter, I know. The rest will be longer, but you won't get any more until you PLEASE REVIEW!
