Chapter 1-X-452

Authors Notes: Exchange isn't finished yet, I know, but Learning to Fall is. So here is my new House fic, I hope you like the idea. I'll explain more at the end.

"332960073452," he murmured. Debating with himself, he then spoke again. "Is this a whore house?" he asked to no one in particular.

Gregory House sniffed, his nose was running, and the snot had begun to crust around his nostrils. The air inside this room was cold and damp. He estimated it had been about an hour since he'd regained conciousness.

He also estimated it'd been about six hours since he'd been kidnapped. Currently his surroundings consisted of a room, with a metal floor, and a metal desk, a metal chair, and a metal bed.

Metal everything. Even he would not have thought to decorate like this. The room resembled a hospital room, and when he had first woken up, he thought maybe Wilson had been playing a joke on him.

That's when he saw her.

The girl passed out on the metal bed. At first he thought she was a blow up doll. He snickered for awhile, before his face had turned pale, and he heard her shallow breathing. She seemed to be sleeping.

She hadn't woken up though, no matter how much he spoke to her or himself. Her dark locks had been gathered to one side of her neck, revealing a bar code. 332960073452.

She was nice looking, he had to admit. Considering he had been hit over the head with a brick six hours earlier, he decided his luck was changing. Bar code girl had only a hospital gown on, that only fell to her mid thighs.

She lay on her stomach, her breathing still shallow. Thinking for a few minutes, he raked the bottom of his cane against the metal bed, producing a loud screech. The screech reminded him of nails on a chalkboard, or perhaps Cuddy's voice when she was angry and upset at the same time.

"No more of that," he mumbled. Jumping slightly, he turned to the next sound he heard. The sound of the previousley locked metal door opening.

A man peered back at him.

"Gregory House?" the man says, ambling forward.

House eyes him carefully, his eyes beady. Saying nothing, he waited for the man to approach him.

"I am Colonel Lydecker," he said carefully, his eyes following on the girl, "And this is my daughter. 452."

House glanced to the girl. So it ruled out his first guess.

"452?" House grunted, staring at her.

Lydecker nodded. House blinked. Well, he couldn't exactly say anything, seeing as how he often referred to women as numbers.

"Gregory House. I brought you here, because I need your help," Lydecker said, frowning.

House frowned, "Did you hit me on the head with a brick?"

Lydecker ignored his question, gesturing back to 452, "When she awakes, She should have at least lost part of her memory. If we're lucky, all of it."

House blinked. Lost her memory? That was a nifty trick.

"What do you want me to do?" House said bluntly.

Lydecker sighed, "She is one of the ones who is uninjured, thankfully. I have another in the room adjacent to this, and he's badly hurt. All together I shall soon have twelve, and I will need you to treat them. Eventually, each will need to undergo brain surgery, to have a microchip embedded into them."

House blinked. Microchip? Brain surgery?

"Neurology? That's Foremans job," he grunted.

Lydecker raised an eyebrow, "Your not capable?"

House frowned a minute, glancing to the girl. He was capable. Mostly. It couldn't be that hard.

"What's in it for me?" he asked, raising his own eyebrow. This slightly reminded him of that movie, Saw. Except not really, because by now he'd have expected to be tied to a chair made of dry ice by his testicles. He wasn't. That was a plus.

Lydecker smiled, "I start my deal at 2 million. Once Manticore's been taken down, a position in power. Providing you prove your use."

House debated with himself, "and if I don't?"

"I chop your head off," Lydecker smiled once again.

House nodded, "We've got a deal. When's sleeping beauty scheduled to wake up?"

Lydecker glanced over his shoulder on his way out of the room. "An hour or so," he said casually, slamming the door behind him.

Authors Notes: For those of you who haven't figured it out, this is a HOUSE/DARK ANGEL crossover. :) Although Dark Angel is technically set in 2019, for the sake of this story, we will set it in present day, 2008. Max Guevara is 22, and House is the age he is now. I'd really apprectiate everyones thoughts and opinions. I'd set this in early season two of Dark Angel(after Lydecker goes missing), and recently in House. This WILL NOT follow both storylines, as previousley made on television. It will be a blend of the two, omitting and adding some details.