-READ THIS! - This is just a little episode I put together. Imagine if Cuddy didn't adopt a baby, but an older kid. An international older kid. An international older kid with a tragic past. I think that would probably be a pretty cool plot. To all Russian readers, I mean NO disrespect, as I am from Russia. P.S. I don't know anything about fights, so if I mix people up, sorry. Google can't always be right. Finally, anybody likes this story, feel free to check out my other story; I'll post a link in the bottom along with the DISCLAIMER. And to all of my old fans, thanks for sticking with me, I have had trouble thinking of ideas for TRON, so I thought this would help me get my brainstorming mojo back.

Fear of Needles?

Wham! The international fighter grunted as he was thrown to the ground. The crowd booed him as he struggled to get to his feet. No pain, he thought determinedly. Tonight he was up against a pro, Anderson Silva. He got to his feet as quickly as possible. His vision began to go fuzzy, but he shook the thought off with the same thought. No pain, no pain. He mentally repeated this over and over. His vision went from fuzzed to Technicolor and blurred. He couldn't let the world down. For all of his sixteen years, he'd been waiting for this fight. His homeland was counting on him. He felt his breathing slow, but he persisted. Wham! He right- hooked Silva forcing him to tap out, giving him the game. The crowd cheered, but everything was going black. The last thing he could remember was falling to the ground.

8 HOURS LATER

Bing! Went the elevator as diagnostician Gregory House stepped out heading to his office. Right as he was stepping out of the elevator, Lisa Cuddy joined him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Good morning to you, too." She asked, unscathed by his remark. "Sixteen year old MMA fighter, no history of drugs or alcohol, Russian, and he speaks little english. The only thing he can say is 'No translatir'. I think that means 'No translation' in English." She reported, handing him on the file. "But personally, I think he's more twelve by the looks of him." House didn't answer, so she added, "And he has Trypanophobia."

"Hmm. Fear of needles. This could be a major problem. Let's see… How should I treat a big strong MMA champion if he is afraid of a little needle?" he asked sarcastically.

"See if you can get a teammate to help out. I think one of Dr. Hadley may know some Russian." She suggested. "And please don't cause any international lawsuits, that would give me a heart attack." she added.

10 MINUTES LATER [ IN HOUSE'S OFFICE ]

"Today, my little gremlins, we have a most interesting case." House said drammatically, "And what this most interesting case is, is that we have a MMA figher, some say sixteen, some say twelve, years old with no history of drugs, as far as we know. Does anyone-" he shot a glance at Thirteen [Dr. Hadley] "Know any Russian?"

"Yeah, I took a course on it in high school and-" she just stopped as House [being house as usual] just went on.

"Go talk to the patient, find his name, any hereditary disease inheritance, other vitals, yadda yadda yadda." h

He ordered. Thirteen left immediately, knowing any hesitation would cause unscrupulous judgement [perhaps about her disease?] from her boss.

PATIENT'S ROOM [5 MINUTES LATER] (THIRTEEN'S POINT OF VIEW)

God, he's such a pig, I thought as I made my way to the patient's room. Why is the hell is he always like that? Oh well, I guess. House is just that kind of person, stubborn, rude, and unmerciful to almost everyone. I looked at the room number written on my hand. 302, Floor 4. 299... 300... 301... here, 302.

I entered the room and approached the patient. He was about... hmm, five foot 7, with green eyes and hair that looked suspicously Gothic- cut spiky hanging across his face at an angle- about shoulder length. Interesting look, kind of, as he looked kind of like a vampire- wait, what the hell? Since when did I know about the Twilight Series- Saga? Whatever Twilight thingy? Oh, well, he still reminds me of a vampire. Hmm... Greetings, uhhh... crap this isn't as hard as I remember Russian being. Oh yeah!

Thirteen smiled as she said, "Privet!." With no luck, however, the patient just growled and gave her a menacing look that clearly meant, "Back off, or you'll be sorry."

She tried not to let her face show a single sign of fear. She was pretty sure having no fears were a large part of Russian values, and repeated, "Privet!"

With the same response, she went on saying, "Govorite li vy po angliyski?" This meant, 'Do you speak English?'. John Doe just stared at her coldly and said slowly, "No Englesh."

Thirteen mentally sighed. This indeed, would be a long day.

Thanks for reading, once again.

*DISCLAIMER* I DO NOT OWN HOUSE M.D. OR ANYTHING RELATED TO IT, NOR DO I OWN TWILIGHT OR MMA.

ps: Please comment, but don't be too mean, constructive criticism is great, but nothing mean. Thanks!

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