Chapter 1: Problems
Disclaimerr: We do not own House. If we did, it would be too awesome. Also, I'm mad. Do not sue us. We are poor obsessed fan girls. "OMG Chase!" –faints-. We continue each others' sentences. You won't be able to tell who's writing. On with the story. The word in bold mean that KIMMERRZ is speaking, the non bolded words are written by passing-afternoon.
[Set after the events of "Big Baby". Everything thereafter in disregarded]
[House P.O.V]
"Screw Cuddy." I muttered under my breath. Double clinic hours. Hell, I didn't do anything. Well, not anything that bad. As I made a turn left, I heard faint sobs of someone crying.
"F*ck you, Eric Foreman!" I heard a familiar female voice down the hall. Ooh, drama. Someone's pissed all right. I smiled and followed the sound of the screams.
I stopped smiling as I watched the figure – A female, curled up in a fetal position. Her face contorted with rage and hurt, eyes tearing. It was…
Thirteen.
I felt something in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't a very pleasant feeling. Damn it, what in the world did that stupid Foreman do. How could he make such a dumb move? I pushed open the door.
"House! What the hell?!" she shouted outrageously as I limped in. "Foreman switched your drugs." I whispered to her.
"What?!" Silence. More silence. She got pissed. Really pissed. "What are you talking about?" she questioned me menacingly.
"Wait, then what were you yelling about!?" I spat.
"I was yelling because Foreman was making out with some random nurse." She wiped away some tears. She softened a bit. "W-why do you c-care?"
Oh shit, I thought. I'm not doctor-personal-questions. Wilson was/is. Wait, no Foreman made out with a nurse!? When he had that!? "I don't." I frowned.
"Then... Why do you want to know?" Thirteen hissed. "You-"
I cut her off "Well, if you're happy, I'm --" I walk out the door.
I made my way up to Wilson's office. He was a good friend to talk to. I pushed open his door. He was sitting in his chair, paperwork piling in front of him.
"House!" Wilson looked puzzled. "Don't you have clinic duty?"
"Yes. I just finished. Double shifts and I didn't even do anything!"
"Really? You didn't do anything? I find that hard to believe." Wilson raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah! Really!" I tried to look offended.
"What about Mrs. Nicholson? Last Tuesday?" Wilson asked.
"That really wasn't that bad! Did I really deserve double-shifts for that?" I argued. Wilson rolled his eyes.
"So…What's up?" Wilson asked, folding his hands on the table smiling.
A/N: Haha! We don't like Foreman, as you can tell. Sorry for the little bit of OOC… /: (we're losers like that)
Chapter 2 is gonna be up soon! YAY!
(P.S. Just an F.Y.I., This was tranfered from paper so... we may make weird references to that...)