Hello everyone =) This is my second story translated from Italian into English. A big big big thank you to MartaH&Conly for giving me the opportunity to translate her story, and to kiara588 =)

Hope you'll like it =)

Chapter 1

House stepped nervously into the hallway of his department. He looked into the conference room and noticed that all his team was there yet: Foreman reading a file; Chase doing some stupid crossword; Cameron making some cofee.

'Good' he thought.

He limped quickly to Wilson's office without being seen. Or so he hoped.

How was it possible? She had a radar?

Cameron had turned towards the hallway and she had noticed him. Well actually, during her three years there she had memorized his schedule. Because, despite what he said, he had very strong routines. Some example? Coffee, red mug, crayons, Vicodin.

Cameron left the conference room and she saw him quickening his pace.

"House! House! Stop!" she yelled.

"No! Don't worry, I'm not going to stop because you were too pushy last night, I told you that I want to stay on top!" he yelled back.

Cameron reached him and stopped him, her face unusually serious.

"Well, another proof that we couldn't work together".

House raised an eyebrow. Since when she had stopped to take passively his jokes and had begun to respond in kind?

"Edward Sullivan, five years old..." she started.

"Make me" he challenged her.

House entered Wilson's office and leaned against the door, leaving her outside. House stared at his friend who was shaking his head.

"How long you don't go to the clinic?" Wilson asked calmly.

"Cameron and her phobia to see me naked" House avoided his question.

"Her phobia or yours?" Wilson said smirking.

House glared at him, forcing him to look down to the folders on his desk but smirking anyway.

"I've lost my Vicodin".

"Since when losing and finishing have become synonymous?" Wilson wondered thoughtfully.

"I've not finished it, I've lost it. This morning it wasn't where I had left the night before" he explained.

Wilson kept signing his papers without bothering to look at him.

"You know, it's a bad sign If you don't realize that you finished your pills".

House tapped his cane on the floor nervously "I have not finished it! I've lost it! Damn it!" he almost yelled.

Wilson looked up and stared at him calmly.

'At this rate, it will end that I'm going to do couples therapy with him and not with my wife' Wilson thought.

"Give me a prescription" House said quieter.

"No. You know that Cameron was looking for you for a patient? Go to do your work" he said seriously.

"She always looks for me. I've really lost it!" he tried again.

"Try asking whoever was in bed with you if she saw it this morning. Oops, sorry, I know that it costs too much make them staying until the morning after" Wilson said bitterly.

House turned to the door nervously "You're a heartless monster. Me without Vicodin is like-" he started.

"Bugs Bunny without carrots?" Wilson asked amused.

House glared at him and Wilson sighed deeply.

"The amount of vicodin that is made available to you from Cuddy, it is a fair amount, proportionate to your pain. If you can't handle the dose that she is giving to you within a week, it's your problem " Wilson said calmly while he moved nervously his foot under the desk.

House stared at him, frustrated because he had heard the same words from Cuddy for three weekst, since she had decided without consulting him that the best thing for him was to estabilish a daily dose, because he had crossed the line with the story of the forged signatures of Wilson.

'Better for whom?' House thought.

"Ok, it's nice to see how much equity exists among us. You'll pay for this, you bastard" he threatened him and went out.

House left Wilson's office, finding Cameron outside staring at him.

"Someone might see it as a mania, not that I mind being followed by a woman" he winked and limped away. She followed him.

"You told me to force you" she started.

"And what are you going to do? Breathing down my neck?" he smirked amused, going to his office.

"House! What are you doing?" Cuddy said from behind him.

He turned to Cameron and saw her with her hands on hips, smiling satisfied. Cuddy approached them, glaring at House.

"You've called the cavalry. You were afraid of not being able to do it alone?" he smirked.

"Since when you decline the cases that I ask you to take?".

"Since you've hired me, when Polli Anna put the patches to her dolls".

Cuddy and Cameron rolled their eyes and he stared at them in amazement.

"Cuddy please no! You can't make her your own miniature. I chose her because she was anything like you!" he whined.

They stared at him annoyed.

"You're so hostile this morning. So it's true that If you stay together you have your cycle at the same time?" House aske curiously.

"Edward Sullivan is-" Cuddy ignored him.

"Let me guess ... mmm ... a donor? No no wait, let me try again, a guy who promised you a favor when he woke up in your bed? I'm right?" he smirked.

"He is five years old" Cameron cut in.

House shrugged in reply "I'm not here to judge".

"Of course House..." Cuddy replied annoyed.

"It's unfair, I'm at a disadvantage. We are one against two, four considered your boobs too".

"Edward Sullivan Jr. is the son of Edward Sullivan Sr" Cuddy tried again.

House stared at her annoyed, shaking his head.

"Have you ever read a newspaper?" Cuddy asked shocked.

"I read only the comic pages and gossip. So unless he's the new flirt of JLo no, I don't know anything".

Cuddy closed her eyes, sighing.

"Sullivan is one of the most important businessmen of the United States. He plays golf with the Minister of Economy".

"Good for him, but my swing is no longer what it once was, I can't help you" and he limped away towards his office.

"The kid has been seriously ill for over a year. He was treated by the best specialists in the last six months and he has been diagnosed with four different diseases" Cuddy said, following him.

"Then they were all idiots" House answered.

"The last diagnosis was of Myelin Leukemia" Cameron told him.

He entered his office and then went to the coffee machine.

"I think that he's not so interesting" House snorted.

Cameron was shocked while Foreman shook his head and Chase looked at her smirking, biting his pencil.

"The diagnosis of Leukemia has made by Berkley from New York" Cuddy added.

House looked up and then grabbed the file from Cameron's hands. He went to his office and threw it on a chair before saying "Do all the tests again. If Berkley had this case, we can't trust his opinion at all" he closed the door and turned on his stereo.

"He's changed his mind?" Chase asked confused.

"Helen Berkley has called him 'the caricature of the diagnostician with a cane'" Cuddy said thoughtfully.

"Why?" Chase asked.

"Oh, I don't know, she just told me this since the conference of four years ago. What House did for her to say it...I don't know" Cuddy smirked and went away.

"He will make it a personal matter" Foreman snorted.

TBC...