Hi everyone! This is my first House fanfiction... Actually, it's my first one in English. En absolute. Because basically I've been writing in italian for years, so now I've decided to write something in English. I've never written this much in English, let alone publish it, so please, no flames. I apologize for grammar mistakes, but, hey, I've been living in Italy for my entire life.
The story starts "In medias res", so in the "middle" of the story, and there won't be many medical cases here.
Ok, so, please let me know if you like it.
Ciao!
Disclaimer: All characters that belong to the House, MD show are not mine. They belong to Shore. And FOX.
«And do an MRI of his brain. Tiny Tim doesn't know what kind of alien is fertilizing in his head. Yet.» House spoke resolutely, then watched his ducklings nod in approval.
With a small bob of his head, he stormed out, determined to find the source of that guitar sound he'd started hearing about 20 minutes ago.
His guitar, he'd checked, was safe in its storage place, and was indomitable to stay there.
Or at least, so he'd liked to think.
So, he was pretty sure no one was messing around with it.
House limped quickly on the floor's hall, poking around every office and every other room on the floor, looking for his mysterious guitar player… If there really was one.
He was actually pretty sure, or at least, until that moment, that he was the only one capable of playing the instrument.
Oh well, his bad.
«Ah-ha! » He announced victoriously, as he approached the room from which the sound was coming from.
It was actually not far at all from his office, maybe two or three rooms to the right.
House recognized "Eruption", one of the toughest Van Halen songs, as the one that was currently being played.
It was practically flawless, and, had he not known the familiar sound of the overdrive, he would have guessed it was a recording.
He abruptly opened the door, which read the words "Aileen Leonards, M.D." on in with shiny gold letters, only to find a large, neat office, and a woman in her mid-twenties standing about 15 feet from the door, with a glorious, black and white Tribal V.
Her hands glided on the frets with, apparently, absolutely no effort.
House stood there in awe for a few seconds, then decided to barge in the girl's office with no regard, as usual.
«You and you instrument are preventing me and my team from saving lives. Any last prayers?»
Just then, the young woman lifted her face, noticing his presence, only to show two glassy grey eyes, that framed her long raven black hair.
«Excuse me? » She asked, in an unfalteringly English accent. She tilted her head slightly in the process, as if it helped understand more.
Her right hand flew on the strings, to silence them, then turned off the amp with a pedal.
«I said… - House struggled to remember what he was trying to say, as if the piercing stare of the girl made him incapable of thinking. He then swatted his hand passively. – Never mind. Was that Van Halen you were playing? » He said, now with evident interest.
«Yeah! You know him? » She asked, her face lightening up.
«I wish. – He dead-panned, then pointed at her guitar with a nod of his head. – Nice little baby you got there. It's the limited edition of the Flying V, right? »
She nodded slightly, then handed the guitar over to House, turning the amp back on.
«Tribal V. Gibson Tribal V. »
He grinned.
«You're not going to have it back, you know that, right? » He challenged.
She arched her brow. «Oh, really? And how are you going to make that happen? »
«I'm Satan's Little Helper. »
«Oh. Then, since I am Satan, and you're my little slave, I order you to play. Let's see what you got there. »
He got up, letting the cane fall at his feet, then pushing the pedal to dig into the overdrive.
His skilled hands soared over the fingerboard, the frets, the chords, playing a solo that only his mind knew.
Then, closing his eyes, he started playing a song from Van Halen himself, "Hot for a Teacher", the opening tapping part, the powerchords, every note was faultless.
She bobbed her head at the time, and, with a half-smile on her face, got another guitar, a Zack Wilde ZV Custom, and, plugging it to the amp, started playing the main riff from Eddie Van Halen's song, perfectly in time with House's playing.
She bit her lip, her hands and body in a frenzy, while he, more less in the same whirlwind of emotions, lifted his gaze, only to meet her own, while a jolt of adrenaline pulsed right through both of them.
Just when it got to the solo part, Cuddy barged in, holding a file in her hands and a pretty pissed off face.
«House! What the… - She watched the girl, who immediately cut off the sound by pulling out the jack cable, then House, still a powerchord playing on the strings. – What the hell are you doing in here?! You have a new case. Instead of peeving poor Dr Leonard, you should be working, or doing clinic duty. Get out of here! »
She then stormed out of the office, leaving a quite sceptical Dr Leonard and an annoyed Dr House.
«Killjoy. »He mumbled, before slipping the guitar back into its righteous place, and limping out of the bureau.
She stifled a laugh, then started placing the guitar accessories back in order, making a mental note to ask a few interesting questions about the infamous Doctor House.
I woke up in a Soho doorway I staggered back to the underground
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
«.. And, really, she had these HUGE amps, with great pedals and really really awesome guitars! You should have seen them! I bet she has a deal with Satan. She can't possibly have all of that cool stuff, all by herself. – House gesticulated widely with his free hand. -It's like… Having some really super-cool stuff all by my onesies and then watching as the poor guys stick to the yucky stuff they have. It's… - His left hand flew to his chin, as if thinking. – Hm. That really is a good plan. No wonder she sticks to it. Must be some evil fun! » House declared in a low voice, wiggling his eyebrows.
Wilson just sighed heavily, then, all of a sudden, stopped his quick step.
«Wait – The oncologist then asked, arching his eyebrow. – What did you say is her name?»
«I didn't. - House sulked. – But I think she's… uhm… A "something" Leonards. »
Wilson's eyes nearly popped out.
«You mean… Aileen Leonard? As in Dr Aileen Leonards? »
«Yup. Who is she? »
«One of the best bets in all America for Clinical Biochemistry, and she's also a Hepatologist and an Endocrinologist. »
«Wow. – House couldn't believe his ears. – Clinical Biochemistry? As in… "all the cool stuff of the Diagnostics"? Wow. I wish I had her on my team. She'd be a blast. »
And with that, Greg House quick-paced away from his friend.
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
«Cuddles! » House barged in Cuddy's office, earning a huge sigh from the Dean of Medicine, who was forced to hang up on the phone.
«What is it, House? I had the vending machine repaired, what else is it? »
«I want Dr Leonards on my team. »
«… What?!? House, are you mad? – He nodded, smiling broadly. – No. It's out of the question.»
«But mooooom!! »
«No buts. It's one of the best doctors in the States we're talking about here. She just arrived. Today is her second day, and she already has a lot of patients. She's smart, she's accurate, she's amazing. So it's completely out of the question. »
«But mine isn't a question. »
«And mine isn't a "yes". Now go and do you job. »
I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
House pulled the curtains apart, eyeing the main entrance of the hospital suspiciously, only to find Cuddy and another woman talking blissfully.
He recognized the woman as Leonards, and twisted his features in disgust when he saw the two hugging briefly, before Cuddy returned inside and the other woman went towards the parking lot.
House then noticed that she was heading towards a black and metallic blue Honda CBR600RR, and felt his breath hitching up in mid-air.
He couldn't believe it. She was practically taking his life, his passions, and converting them to fit her.
Amazing.
She had some incredible guitars, an astounding motorbike, and god knows, maybe she liked… playing the piano, drinking, or, god-forbid, popping Vicodin pills, and that would be it!
He watched in awe as she put on her black helmet, and, hopping on to the bike, started it, releasing a recognizable and oh-so-mighty roar.
He closed his eyes, listening to the starting motorcycle, then opened them just in time to see her long, cascading black hair flying about, disappearing after a few seconds with the rest of her, just as she turned to the left.
He sighed contentedly, making a mental note to harass and follow the young doctor until she accepted to get on his team, and to get some information about her.
There were no secrets in the PPTH for Dr Gregory House, and this newbie would make no exception.
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way
The lyrics are "Who Are You", by The Who. They don't belong to me.
Let me know what you think!
Zofos