House walked nervously down the hallway of his Department, passing his office and seeing his team already in the conference room. Foreman was reading some folder, Chase was doing one of his demented puzzles.
'Good...' House thought.
Cameron was making some coffee.
'Perfect...' he could safely proceed to Wilson's office without being seen...Or not...
'How the hell she does it? Does she hide some kind of radar under that labcoat?' House thought when he saw Cameron turning toward the hallway, noticing his arrival, or rather, she knew he'd be there since, during her three years there, she had learned his schedules because, despite what he said, he was a man very jelous of his routine. Proofs? His coffee, for example, his red cup, his markers, his Vicodin...
Cameron rushed out of the room, seeing him accelerating the pace "House! Hey, can you stop for a second?".
"No! I won't, you were too intrusive last night, I told you that I wanted to be on top!" he said loudly.
Cameron stood before him, strangely serious "Good, yet another demonstration that it wouldn't work between us".
House lifted an amused eyebrow, since when she had stopped to accept passively his jokes and started to answer in kind?
"Edward Sullivan, five years old...".
"Make me" he challenged her and entered Wilson's office, leaning against the door and leaving a stunned Cameron outside. He stared at his friend at the desk who was shaking his head.
"When did you do your clinic hours last time?" Wilson asked.
"Cameron and her phobia to see me naked".
"Hers or yours?".
House glared at him, forcing him to look down at his papers again.
"I lost my Vicodin" he muttered.
"Since losing and finishing are synonymous?".
"I haven't finished it, I lost it this morning. It wasn't where I had left him the night before".
Wilson continued to sign his papers without looking up "You know, this is a bad sign, you don't even realize that you finished the pills".
House slammed his cane on the ground nervously "I haven't finished it! I lost it! Dammit!".
Wilson looked up, taking a deep breath like his then couple therapist had said.
'At this rate, I'll end up to couples therapy with him this time...' Wilson thought.
"Write me a new recipe".
"No, I know that Cameron was looking for you for a new patient. Go do your job".
"Cameron always looks for me. I really lost it!".
"Try to ask to whoever was in your bed this morning...Oops, sore spot, it costs too much to make them stay until the morning".
House turned to the door nervously "You're a heartless monster. I without my Vicodin is like...".
"Like Bugs Bunny without carrots?".
House glared at him and the oncologist sighed deeply.
"The amount of Vicodin that is prescribed to you by Cuddy, it's a fair dose. Proportionate to your pain. If you can't handle that within a span of one week, it's solely your problem" Wilson said calmly.
House didn't move, he had just listened to the same words that Cuddy said to him everytime since she had decided, without question him, what was the best thing for...For whom? He wondered. Cuddy had to establish a dose for him because the story of the forged signatures of Wilson. He had gone beyond the limit.
"Ok, thank you very much, you bastard. You'll pay for this!" and House left the office, finding himself in front of Cameron "Someone might see it as a form of stalking, not that I mind being followed by a woman" he dodged her and she followed.
"You told me to make you listen to me".
"And how are you going to do it? Breathing down my neck?" he smirked, amused by that image.
"House! What is now?".
House spun around, watching Cameron stood with arms akimbo, smirking satisfied while Cuddy came threateningly closer. He grinned to his immunologist "You called for the backup. Were you afraid of not succeeding all alone?".
"Since you bother to decline the cases that I order you to take to avoid being fired?" Cuddy asked.
"Since the day you hired me, since Polli Anna here put patches to her dolls".
Both women rolled their eyes, bored. He looked at them in amazement.
"I beg you, Cuddy, no! You can't plagiarize her to make a miniature of yourself. I chose her because she doesn't look like you at all!".
The two women stared at him, and their expressions went from bored to irritated.
"Wow, I can feel a lot of hostility this morning. So it's true that being together you women can have your periods at the same time?".
"Edward Sullivan is...".
"Let me guess...Hmmm...A benefactor? No, no wait, let me try again, a guy who you promised a favor when you woke up in his bed? Am I right?".
"He's 5 years old!" Cameron added.
House shrugged "I'm not here to judge".
"Yeah, right..." Cuddy sighed.
"It's not fair, I feel disadvantaged, you're two against one. Well, I'm against four considered your big boobs".
"Edward Sullivan Jr. is the son of Edward Sullivan Sr.".
House stared at her.
"But you don't read the papers? !" Cuddy said, exasperated.
"I read only the comics page and the gossip. So, If he isn't the new love of JLo, I don't know him. That woman changes husbands more frequently than Wilson!".
Cuddy rubbed her temples "Sullivan is one of the most important businessmen of the United States. He plays golf with the Minister of Economy".
"Good for him, but I still can't help you" House held up his cane and turned to his office.
"The kid has been seriously ill for more than a year, he was treated by the best specialists in the past six months and has been diagnosed with four different diseases" Cuddy added.
"Then they weren't so good".
"The last diagnosis said Myeloblastic leukemia" Cameron said.
He entered the conference room, directed to the coffeemaker "It's not that I'm more fascinated now".
Cameron was shocked, Foreman shook his head and Chase looked at him smirking, biting a pencil.
"The diagnosis of leukemia is from Drs. Berkley in New York" Cuddy finished.
House looked at her, snatching the folder from Cameron's hands and walked into his office, reading it "Let's do all the tests again. If Barkley treated him, we can't be sure" and he closed the door and turned on the stereo.
"Why he changed his mind?" Chase asked.
"Helen Berkley called him a caricature of a doctor with a cane" Cuddy said.
"Why?" Chase said.
"Ah, I don't know, this is the public part from a conference of four years ago, what House did for her to say that...And much more, I don't know" and Cuddy went out, smirking.
"So it's no more a case but a personal matter now" Foreman sighed.
TBC...