Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of House and various characters played by her. Jeb (My OC) and other characters played by me.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of House M.D., we're just fans!

Chapter 1

The ambulance rushed into the hospital. Pulling in the unconscious man. Within the hour he was stabilized and placed in a room. The thing was...they didn't know what was wrong with him. He had a high fever and his dark hair was plastered to his forehead. He was very pale and shivering. He opened his eyes when 13 was standing over him, checking his iv. The case had been given to her boss, though he had YET to make an appearance, as usual. He blinked up at her blearily. "Hello there pretty lady..." He slurred slightly. She looked down with her gray eyes. "You're awake. How're you feeling?" "Like I got hit by a truck." "I think you might have." "Oh. Well then that would explain it." He gave her a weak grin. And she smiled back. "My boss, Dr. House, is going to want to know if you've done drugs." "Oh. Yeah, I have." Her eyes widened. She hadn't expected to hear a patient admit to that. "Not recently but I have done them before." She snorted and shook her head. Already she could tell, she liked this guy. He was pale with thick, inch long dark brown locks. He had golden brown eyes and the face of a model.

Buzz buzzzz...buzz buzzzzz...buzz plop.
"Go away." The man muttered. He opened his eyes and smirked. It was late. He was late. Which meant he had managed to avoid early morning clinic duty yet again. He went to reach for his pager, but it wasn't on his night table anymore, of course, it had hit the floor. Grumbling he reached down and scooped it up, tossing the sheets off. Apparently he had a case. In no time he was ready to go. He had showered the night before, and there was no point in bringing lunch, Wilson always had something.
Arriving at the hospital, Cuddy was waiting for him. "You missed your clinic duty." "I know, and you've been waiting there all morning for me to come through these doors.", he said, peeling off his helmet. She let out an aggravated sigh, and House smirked. He had just walked through the door and he was frustrating her, this had to be some kind of record. "You are the most irresponsible...Doctor House! Don't you dare walk away from me!"
He held up his pager. "I have a case! Work calls." He made his way to the elevators and Cuddy let out another sigh. She would have fired House a long time ago, if he wasn't the best. He got to his office, hung up his jacket, put down his helmet. Where was his team, if there was a case they should be waiting for him. This was new.

Within a few minutes a laughing 13 and Foreman entered followed by a stern looking Taub. 13 and Foreman seemed to be talking excitedly about the patient. Taub didn't seem pleased. Finally 13 looked back at him, "Come on. You're only mad because he thought you looked like a vulture. He was delusional with fever." He shifted uncomfortably. Foreman couldn't seem to help snort. "Come on. He called me Shiny Top." "Yeah but he didn't name you after a disgusting looking bird..." They stopped when they saw House and took their seats.

"Guy comes into emergency after being hit by a...truck? What makes him ours?" They mentioned something about a fever, but that could have been an after effect of the crash, a form of shock or something. The team looked at him blankly, they couldn't imagine how he knew already. "Does he have a file anyone thought to bring?" In fact, he had heard pieces on his way to the office, news sure did travel fast through these walls. And the greatest part was, it scared the crap out of his team every time.

Foreman produced the file seemingly out of thin air. "Apparently the only injury he sustained from the car accident was a minor head injury. He was on his way here with a fever and stomach pains." "I think you should go see him. This guy really seems right up your alley." She said, looking at House. "You mean in a foul mood? He seemed fine." "No I think she means insulting." "Oh yeah..." They didn't seem to mind insulting House. They were upset with him. He had missed his clinic duties and thus it had fallen on them. ...Again. They glanced at him pointedly. Waiting for the insult or threat they knew was going to come. It seemed the only one that could really put up with his insults was Wilson. Sometimes they wished he would join their team just to keep House in check... well.. better check.

They wanted him to see a patient. He didn't like seeing patients, it left out all the mystery. But rude insulting patients...maybe this could be interesting. "So fever and stomach pains...sounds like the flu." He wrote the symptoms down on the board and looked over his team. This seemed like a waste of time, there was nothing they could do if it was the flu. "Find a better symptom or send him home."

"He isn't responding to treatment though. His fever hasn't gone down. And apparently he had his appendix taken out when he was twelve. So it's not appendicitis. His fever should at least go down with tylenol and instead it's rising." Foreman said, looking at him with the 'I-know-more-than-you-so-go-look-at-the-patient' look. Taub pushed himself up and out the door, a small smile on his face as he realized he was going to get to poke the patient with a bunch of needles to find out what was wrong with him. He was practically skipping down the hall. 13 shook her head with a smile. "And we can't send him home because his fever is too high. If we can't bring it down and it keeps going up his brain might fry." It was then that their beepers went off. Foreman and 13 began their running back to the patient. They found the patient sitting wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Taub was there with a hand on the patient's back. "Alright, easy Mr. Wolf. Easy." He had wiped blood from his mouth. Taub looked back at them. "He started throwing up blood." He said.

His beeper went off, and the others went running. House glanced quickly at the board, then made his way toward his team, and the patient. His team tended to be right when it came to what a case what and what wasn't. He treated them like they were stupid, because it was the mean way of making sure they didn't miss anything. If they really were stupid they wouldn't have a job. He made his way to the room, and there was his team, and nurses, and he quickly learned that the patient was coughing up blood. "What gives a man a fever, stomach pains and causes him to cough up blood?" Everyone looked at him, then he moved to get a better look at the patient, shoving Foreman away with his cane. "I'm Doctor House." He figured the least he could do was introduce himself.

The man finally leaned back, taking a deep breath. And looked at House. He smiled. "No...you're scruffy." He didn't seem to mean to be mean. And he actually had a kind look which made it hard to be mad at him. He snuggled back against the pillow and breathed a soft sigh before shivering once more. Foreman, 13, and Taub began listing off medical mystery after medical mystery. "I'm Jeb Wolf." He said, above the talking. 13 and Foreman grinned slightly as they continued listing things off. After a minute or so Wolf said, "Maybe it's Lupus." They all fell silent and stared at him. He seemed to blush slightly under their stares. Which is rather hard to do when you're sick and deathly pale. He felt the need to explain. "I...I watch this medical soap opera on tv...the entire first season everyone thought that every person who came in had Lupus...there wasn't a case of it till close to second season..." He gave a small smile.

Scruffy? That was the best he could come up with? Then again he was sick, in a hospital...he prayed when he started feeling better the insults would be better. And then he said the magic words, instantly making this patient interesting. And making House smile. "Thirteen, I want you working on bringing the fever down, I don't care if you have to dunk him in a bathtub full of ice." He turned to Taub. "You and Foreman get the blood work." Normally he didn't like dishes out assignments in front of the patient, but since they were all their anyways, why not? "You know, i really liked the first season, though their portrayal of the Lupus guy was completely wrong."

Wolf looked surprised. "Really? You watch it too?" He tried to sit up and then flopped back down. "Ohhhh, dizzy..." He lay there blinking a few times. Then he looked back at House. "How did they do it wrong?" He asked as excitedly as possible. Followed by an "OW!" He looked over accusingly at Taub. "I told you were a volture! Look at how you're picking at me!" Foreman was standing behind him with a hand over his mouth stopping his laughter. Taub sighed, annoyed. Wolf looked back at House. "Tell me Gimpy!" He was like a little puppy, his toy being held high above his head as he leaped at it.

House was tempted to tell him, heck, he could probably talk to this guy all day about the show, and how he 'kidnapped' the star. It would be fun. And then he called him gimpy. Well, that changed things. "Maybe another time." He looked at Taub. "Stab him extra hard for me." And then he patted him on the back and made his way out of the room, pausing at the door. "Don't bother me until the fever breaks or we get another symptom." The doctors nodded, and he went off in search of Wilson's lunch, part of which was about to become his breakfast.

"Wait! Old Man! We were bonding! OW! I don't think he was serious!" He said, looking at Taub. Who looked like he had just won the lottery at being given permission. "You never make fun of the limp." He said. Wolf stared at him. "I made fun of a limp...oh...excuse me..." He rolled over, grabbed the urinal tray and threw up some more blood. Then he sat back. "I think...I'm going to pass out now..." And he promptly did just that. Taub looked at Foreman, who shrugged and shook his head.