Please excuse typos! This is my very first House fan-fic. Lets see how this goes! Read and review, please!
Disclaimer: I do not own House, sadly.
"Gregory!" John House's voice demanded his eleven year old's attention but Greg's eyes stayed glued to the floor as his father hissed out his name,"what is this?" Blue eyes, still full of life looked up at the paper his father was grasping tightly. A haunting 'B' was written on the very front, a letter that would decide just how awful his punishment would be.
"M-m-my h-h-history paper, sir," Greg tried to will his voice to calm down but it just wouldn't. He knew how much his father despised fear. He thought it was pathetic, he thought Gregory was pathetic. John's eyes were dark and flickering. They wanted to know why the sixth grader had done poorly on his assignment; he expected nothing less than perfection. "My teacher doesn't like me, sir. Its a g-g-goo-"
A hand struck Gregory's cheek and though he couldn't see it, he knew that side of his face was reddening with his father's hand print. The boy's blue eyes fell to the ground once again. "Look at me, Gregory," Blue eyes obeyed. "What did I tell you about blaming other people for your problems? I read the paper. He would have given you an A if you deserved it, but you didn't. Did you even try? It is an awful paper. I won't accept awful papers, Gregory," John gave a wave of his hand as if he were brushing off his son's existence. He wasn't his son, he hadn't been in a long time. He was just a pathetic child. "Go upstairs to your room. After your mother and I have eaten dinner I will go fix you a bath."
Gregory gave a nod of obedience despite fear in his being and watering of his eyes. He wouldn't—couldn't—let his father see the tears that were forming at the thought of the ice bath his military father planned on punishing him with. He willed his legs up the stairs to his clean and orderly room—the same one that hadn't passed inspection two days ago. Nothing would ever be enough for John House. Good enough wouldn't even be enough for him.
"D-d-dad, I'm sorry. P-please."
When John opened his lips to respond to his son's pleading, a familiar tone left them instead,"Mmmbop, ba duba dop, Ba du bop, ba duba dop, Ba du bop, ba duba dop, Ba du, yeah"
Dr. Gregory House let out a groan as the team's ring-tone brought him out of unconsciousness and back to reality—which was actually a lot better than the sleep had been. His exhausted blue eyes opened to get a look at the clock. 1:02 PM.
The pounding in his head and intense presence of irritation despite the fact that his team had pulled him from a nightmare, told him he had a hangover. The pants that were thrown over his piano, told him he had had a visitor last night. Whoever she had been, she was definitely gone now. The doctor silently wondered what he had gotten himself into last night. What time had he come home? How many pills had he taken, he never got this much sleep? How much had he drunk last night?
He'd figure it all out eventually.
"This better be good, me and my lady friend were just about to explore how-"
"We have a patient," Allison Cameron stumbled out the words quickly that way House would not be able to continue about his 'activities',"Sixteen year old female, came to the ER after passing out during a workout. The ER hydrated her but-"
"Where are you?" This time Eric Foreman was the one interrupting, demanding to know why his boss was so much later than usual,"It's passed one."
"Strip club, Wilson's bachelor party. Did you know his boyfriend finally popped the question?" House was sitting up in bed now with the phone on speak as he rubbed vigorously as his leg. The pain wasn't that bad, but maybe that was just because his body was more focused on his pounding head instead.
"House," the doctor was expecting to hear the Wallaby's voice, but instead it was Cuddy's. He raised a brow as he grabbed the phone as used his other hand to grab the cane. He pushed himself up and limped into the kitchen with the phone still on speaker. There were beer bottles all over the ground. He had also counted three bras from his trip to the kitchen. What had happened last night? "Her parents are very large donors. Get your ass over here or I'll-"
"What? Spank me?" Even though he couldn't see the faces of his team or Cuddy, he could picture them already. He knew Cameron and Cuddy would be horrified and disgusted. Chase and Foreman would be trying to hide their smiles while also trying to appear horrified. "I'll be there in thirty, after I pay for my lap dance." With that, he hung up the phone.
"Do you think he's really at a strip club?" Robert Chase was seated on the ground with his back pressed against the wall as he threw a tennis ball at the other wall.
"I don't really care where he is, if that girl dies it's on him," Foreman mumbled as he took a sip of his third coffee of the day. Cameron was hurrying along with every single test they could think of, but nothing was coming up positive yet. Nothing fit. "Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear."
The door was pushed open and in limped Gregory House. He was wearing shades in an attempt to keep the light from his eyes. Two vicodin and a coffee and his head was still pounding. Whatever he had done last night had really messed with him. "Where's Cameron?" This was the first thing he had said that hadn't been sassy, rude, or inappropriate.
"Running tests," Chase and Foreman responded as they looked curiously at their hungover boss.
"And why are you two just sitting there? We've got a sixteen year old girl who's parents are donor. We should be kissing Mommy and Daddy's asses and seeing if they cant buy us flat-screens for every office. So tell me, are they really that big of donors? I mean they must have been for Cameron to be running tests over a little dehydration—during a workout of all things!" House demanded, he wasn't sure who he was irritated with. Probably just the world or himself for causing the pounding in his head. What was he think?
"Before you interrupted Cameron," Foreman snapped, he wasn't pleased with House. He was angry at his hungover-ness as well as his inability to take the situation serious at all,"she would have told you that after the ER started to hook her up to an IV our patient stopped being able to see out of her right eye.
"Optic Neuritis," House said without skipping a beat. The faster he solved this, the faster he could go home and try and sleep off the hangover,"exercising caused the dehydration which caused the fainting episode. Optic Neuritis caused the blindness. Give it a few hours, if it does-"
"We're not idiots, House. We wouldn't have called you if we hadn't tried all of the easy options first. She's had a CAT scan, MRI, and Tox Screen. Most eye related things that are caused by Optic or Ocular migraines go away within a few hours. She still cant see out of her right eye."
"A brain tumor in the cerebrum would account f-"
"We did an MRI, House, it came up clean. We've also done a series of genetic tests on her, all the ones that fit her symptoms."
"Symptom. The fainting was from dehydration. They fixed that, it doesn't count as a symptom."
"I thought you didn't believe in coincidences, House," Chase muttered as he threw the ball against the wall one more time. "We have to include the fainting as a symptom, its the only right thing to do." Chase placed the ball on the ground and walked over to the white board. He took the pen and wrote in large letters 'Fainting episode' as well as 'Partial Blindness'.
"Add Blepharospasm to the list,"Cameron pushed open the door with a worried expression on her face, "she can't stop blinking her left eye. Chase wrote the word and let out a sigh as he looked at his workmates.
"I think its time to go talk to our patient."
