You asked for it and I worked on it... A sequel to "Music." I didn't really want to add on to that story because I thought it was so nice just as a 'trilogy,' but I did agree to the concern that I might not have had enough. :) I love writing House stories and I am trying to work with new ideas and old ideas at the same time. I really debated on whether to just add onto "Music," but I hope no one minds I started another one. "Music" was a good prequel, I suppose!

Here is the first chapter of something I started working on right after I read the reviews for "Music," I was so thrilled. I don't know how far it is going to go, but I know I am going to finish it when the time comes, so don't worry about being left on a cliff!

I am now happy to present the sequel.

Rain.

It was raining again. It's not that he hated the rain, he just hated it when it rained so often. And his umbrella didn't really work, one end of it dipped down, the wires crunched, the fabric a little torn. He had gotten it caught in a revolving door and then, after saving it, had stepped on it. The umbrella reminded him of his leg, only instead of wire and fabric, the bone and flesh were ruined. Like his leg, the umbrella still worked, but it was a nuisance when he had to use it.

He walked into the hospital, folding the umbrella, shaking off the rainwater. The ruined wires stuck out and caught on his jacket, pulling several thread away from the rest of the fabric. House took the elevator after ignoring the lady behind the desk, who hoped this time House would actually pick up his patient files. Of course he didn't. He walked to his office. The damp from outside had made his cane slick and he was forced to pause and wipe his hands on his pant leg to keep a grip on both cane and umbrella.

As soon as he entered the room, House switched on every lamp he had, leaving the ceiling lights off. The floor-to-wall windows behind his desk showed the doctor the weather he just came in from, the rain running down the glass in steady streams. The clouds were growing darker by the minute. Soon there would be a thunderstorm. House didn't care. He had night duty and didn't have to go back into the wet world until the next morning. As it was, he could see doctors and nurses and other workers leaving the building, their shift over. Some of them didn't have umbrellas; just pulling their jackets up over their heads and running for their car was enough for them.

There was only one figure entering the building. It was her. House took a step away from the window, less she see him watching her. She was not running toward the building, eager to escape the cold and the rain falling from the sky, but was walking with a firm stride, head bowed. He could see the rainwater soaking into her clothes, making the cloth darker and skin tight. Her hair must be naturally wavy, he noticed, because the wisps of hair that escaped her braid curled around her neck in elegant swirls, some of them stuck to her skin. Her hands were in the pockets of her lab jacket. Didn't she know that now she would have to change jackets, House thought, furrowing his brows. When was the last time any doctor had come into work already wearing their jacket? The water made the jacket almost transparent and drops fell from the tip of her braid onto the jacket, the water then dripping from the hem of her jacket to the ground.

House stepped further away from the window and sat in his chair as she entered the building. Now she was soaking wet and had patients to see. How was she going to work? He was her superior, House remembered, and she would have to go to him if there was an issue or if she wanted to leave the hospital, even for a moment. Of course, she would probably be too proud to go to him, preferring to stay wet and make people unhappy than even look at House.

Digging under his desk, he found a bag where he usually kept things he needed for night duty and, grabbing several items off the top, stood up, took his cane, and limped out of the room. She would have to check in and get her patient files before going to her office, which left him plenty of time.

She walked into the familiar room, setting the files on her desk in a neat stack. Walking to her small office closet, she could have cried when she realized she had forgotten her night bag. Why hadn't she remembered to grab it while leaving for work? Now, she was going to have to face the wrath of the hospital staff for going around wet or talk to House to get him to let her leave the hospital to go and get her bag, all because she had been stupid enough to bring it home.

Choosing between the two evils, she decided to do the best she could being wet. Sighing, she went back to her desk and pulled out her chair to sit and look at her files, only to find something already there. Picking the items up, she realized it was a set of clothes and a lab jacket. Guessing by the size of the items, they belonged to House.

The storm was getting worse, the rain falling harder. She had checked on all her patients, not one of them failing to comment on her state. Finally, uncomfortable with all the attention she was receiving from staff and patients alike, she decided to swallow her pride and ask House if she could leave to get her things. Cursing herself for not wearing a rain coat, or at least buying an umbrella, she grabbed the still-folded pile of clothes off her desk and walked to his office.

Reaching the door, she was startled to find all the lights were off. The darkness outside was only broken by the occasional glimmer of a raindrop catching the light from the parking lot. Maybe he had left. It wouldn't be the first time House had skipped night shift. Or maybe he was already sleeping somewhere. But she couldn't ever ask any of the staff where Dr. House was sleeping. She would never live it down. Just as she reached for the door handle, a flash of lightning cut through the sky and she could see his profile, silhouetted against the blinding light of the electricity. For a split second, she saw him, sitting back in his chair, twirling his cane, hand tapping on the desk, one ankle resting on the other knee.

She bowed her head and took a deep breath. She couldn't do it, she just couldn't. Clutching the clothes tighter to her wet body, she hurried off to her assigned room for the night.

Once there, she dressed quietly, in the dark room, the wing of the hospital nearly empty. She didn't want to see the clothes she now wore, putting the borrowed lab jacket at the foot of the bed for when she was called to duty in the middle of the night. Climbing into the bed, the bagginess of the clothes was comforting and she was quickly warm under the covers. She drifted into sleep, humming a tune in her head, too tired to whisper the words herself. Little did she know he was doing that himself, alone in his office.

I hoped you enjoyed it! There should be another chapter coming up very soon... Please review and tell me what you think! I loved the reviews for "Music!" Thanks for reading and please let me know if you liked it or not!