1Chapter One
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House tapped his cane impatiently against the waiting room floor as he stared at the words in his news paper for the umpteenth time. He was bored and in a great deal of pain. Dropping his news paper on his lap he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an overly familiar bottle of pills. His vicodin. For a moment he stared at his name inscribed on the side of the bottle before popping it open and spilling two of the small pills into his hand only to toss them in to his mouth and swallowing them dry. Looking back in to the bottle in his hand he gave it a slight jerk before dropping it back into his coat pocket. He was almost out and would have to hunt Wilson down to have him write another prescription before the end of the day.
He laid back, stretching out his legs as he slouched down in the chair, closing his eyes. A soft groan escaped his throat as he rubbed his damaged leg trying to ease the pain some. Recently the pain only seemed to be worsening by each passing day. The effects of his precious drug was weakening, putting the Head of Diagnostic medicine in a state of unbearable pain and agony.
"House, what are you doing?" The voice was stern, annoyance evident with each word spoken. "I paged you over an hour ago."
House lazily opened a single eye and met those of his boss, Lisa Cuddy, who stood before him, her hands firmly rested on her hips as she glared down at the man. "Really?" He asked softly, his voice monotone and emotionless as he once again reached down into his coat pocket and moving it around vigorously as if he were searching for something of high meaning and worth to him. "Hmm, I seem to have misplaced my pager." He said, simply shrugging it.
Cuddy's mouth dropped as she stared at the man in shock, watching him close his eye again, moving about to make himself more comfortable in the chair. "You have got to be kidding me." She growled, reaching forward and grabbing the man by his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "What if your team needed you? Or a patient? What if I need you for something life altering-"
"It wasn't."He snapped, cutting the woman off. "If it had been you would have made sure you found me earlier. And they wouldn't. We don't have any cases Therefore we, or I, don't have any patients. So, for reasons currently unknown, which, hell, why not keep it that way, you are the only one trying to get in touch with me." House said jumping up to his feet. Reaching down he quickly grabbed his cane with his right hand and leaned against it to keep his balance, staring at Cuddy, his eyes wide. "And how crazy could you be? Were you trying to give me whip lash?"
Cuddy rolled her eyes, ignoring his last statement, her foot now tapping against the clinic floor in annoyance. "What about your patients here in the clinic?
House's eyes widened in shock, looking over his shoulder at the people behind him. "My God," He gasped, leaning towards Cuddy. "You mean that's why they are here?"
Cuddy stopped tapping her foot, sighing heavily. "Yeah, who would have guessed?" The word's slurred from her lips slowly, dripping with sarcasm. "Sick people coming here, a hospital of all places, to see a doctor."
He shook his head, shrugging. "Gee, what were they thinking?" He said limping passed Cuddy. He was already bored with the game he was playing with his boss and had better and way more interesting things he could be doing. "Gotta go."
"House," Cuddy called out, her arms falling to her side angrily. "Get back here!"
The elevator door opened and he slowly stepped out, slowly making his way to his office. Closing the glass door behind him he reached out and closed the blinds. Perhaps now he could find some peace and maybe even be able to get some shut eye. He laid his cane across his desk with a soft clank and slowly stumbled around to the other side. Pulling out his chair he slowly leveled himself down into it, leaning back into it, lifting his good leg followed by his bad one and rest them on top of his desk, a soft groan like sigh escaping his throat.
.–.House, M.D.–.
Cameron quickly stepped into the elevator and turned, her eyes instantly landing on Chase's who was undoubtedly picking up his pace to catch up with her. 'Great.' She thought, quickly extending her arm, her finger continuously pushing the button until the elevator doors shut, leaving Chase behind and her alone. Leaning back against the elevator wall the young woman heaved a heavy sigh. Right now Chase was the last person she wanted to see right now. Not only did she feel like crap, but it was also Tuesday. She especially didn't want to see him because it was Tuesday. They day he picked to remind her of the feelings he had for and they day she reminded him that she had no intentions of being with him...ever.
The young auburn haired doctor bit her lip gently, the soft ding of the elevator telling her that she passed the next floor and getting closer to her destination rang through her ears, as her stomach began to once again turn and flip about- threatening to spill it's contents there on the floor. Taking a deep breath the young immunologist closed hers eyes tightly trying not to lose the lunch she fought so hard to eat.
The flu. At least that's what she thought she had when the symptoms first started a few weeks ago, but then she realized she was late. She hadn't had her period in nearly two months. Pregnant. She was pregnant with Chase's child. The thought a lone made her head spin and her stomach flip flop. Just once. Chase hadn't used a condom once and because of it she would now pay for it. She couldn't blame it entirely on Chase, after all, it had been her that told him to stop digging around for the damn thing. Impatience truly got you no where.
Cameron opened her eyes as she heard the elevator door open and slowly walked out, a single arm draped around her upset stomach. Slowly she walked toward the diagnostic's room hoping someone would be in there, knowing that Chase wasn't too far behind her.
.–.House, M.D.–.
House groaned loudly at the sound of his office door slamming shut. What the hell was up with people and bothering him today? Sure, he'd understand their pestering if he had actually had some kind of work to do, but he hadn't. He hadn't had a case of any sort in almost two weeks. And clinic duty... If they were there to get on him about that they had another thing coming to them. He was not going to waste a perfectly good afternoon pulling crayons out of some kids nose and listen to the parent scold the kid the whole time doing so. Hey, your kid wouldn't have a crayon up his nose if you were actually watching him, now would he? "What do you want?" He snapped at the intruder, his eyes quickly opening at the sounds of vomiting.
Cameron was on her knees kneeling over a trash can, her stomach spilling anything she had happened to eat that day into the bottom of the black plastic trash can. "Sorry..." She muttered before retching once again.
House gently placed his feet back on to the ground and reached forward to grab his cane. Using it he quickly pushed himself to his feet and slowly limped over to his obviously sick co- worker. "Don't apologize to me. I'm not getting barfed in. The trash can on the other hand..."
Cameron groaned, looking up at House as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I could have puked on your floor." She stated softly, her face drained of all color and eyes heavy from exhaustion.
House raised an eyebrow, his head slightly cocked to the side. "True. Could have but you didn't. Thank God. Lucky for you I don't have a week stomach. We could have been sharing that trash can and barfing together."
"Yeah," Allison sighed, leaning back against the door and closing her eyes. "Lucky for me." She said sarcastically.
"Need this still?" House asked, pushing the garbage can off to the as the woman shook her head. "Good." Slowly, he got down to the floor and sat next to her, propping his cane against the wall next to him. Reaching forward he placed the back of his hand against her forehead. "Eww." He whined, sounding much like a small child causing Cameron to look up at him. "You're all hot and clammy. Not sign of a fever though. So, what's the diagnoses doctor?"
TBC
Author's Note: Hey, thanks for reading. This is my first ever House, M.D fanfic so it's probably not all that great. I would love to hear what you have to say so please review. Comments and advice all are welcome just don't be mean about it. I'll post up chapter upon receiving positive feed back. Thanks.