House rocks…I'm an official House addict. This story will be at least 4 pages just let you guys know. Please leave me a comment telling me what you think, even if it simply says 'you suck', just let me know.

"Taylor, come on I know something's wrong." Said Sherry Anne to her sister as she pushed the down button on the elevator with her overly extended fingernails.

"Nothing's wrong Sherry, I swear. I don't lie." Taylor said as they both got into the elevator.

"Yah right. Remember you told me you were just going to Vegas for a week? Then we both end up living down there!" Sherry Anne argued.

"Look that was once. I don't lie anymore." Taylor said as she began coughing.

"Taylor, you've been coughing for the last week, common. I know you're not okay. Please!" Sherry Anne implored her 'little' sister.

"OH GOD!" Taylor screamed "Sherry Anne, what's wrong with me!" yelled Taylor with panic in her voice. Right then Taylor Herring fainted, and as Sherry looked over she could see crimson red blood under her sister's finger nails and in her hands.

"House pick up! I know you're there! This is Dr. Cuddy, pick up right now! You have a new case, Female, 34, Las Vegas, Nevada, occupation stripper" Cuddy was suddenly interrupted.

"What was that last part?" Said a groggy voice that belonged to the one and only Gregory House.

"You only answered because I said she was a hooker, didn't you?" Asked Cuddy annoyed that that would be the only reason why he'd take the case.

"No. You said she was a stripper. If you had said hooker I wouldn't have answered." House said as he started walking around.

"Anyways, you are supposed to be here you know. You do have clinic duty. The patients aren't going to wait for you."

"Yah they will. If they wouldn't then what's the point of a WAITING room" he said putting a lot of emphases on the word waiting.

"I better see you here in an hour House!" she demanded.

"See, as much as I'd like to attend to the sick, poor and hurt. I can't, because incase you didn't notice I have my own medical problem to concentrate on."

"Yes, and that's why you have a cane, it helps you!"

"That's the thing. It seems I've misplaced my cane, actually I think someone stole it."

"No one would steal a cane. Admit it you lost it!"

"Did not. You stole it didn't you! Well since I'll be suing you for breaking an entry and steeling my property, I can't be within oh lets say, a mile of where you are. Let alone, I shouldn't even be talking to you right now. So Good-bye Dr. Cuddy." With that House hit the red "END" button on his phone dial.

Like he expected less then a minute later she called back. He picked up on the last ring (even though he was right next to the phone).

"I expect to see you House. NOW! Or I'll fire your sorry ass"

"But…I can't…I can't walk. Would you fire a poor, single, and adorable puppy that only had two working legs?"

"No. But a dog wouldn't have been stupid enough to lose its aid that helps it move. Be here in an hour!" with that she hung up.

Two hours later House limped into the hospital. With every step he cringed in pain. He never had realized how useful his cane was.

The first thing he did was he went to the clinic. He looked up at the nurse. He wrote on the check in paper, 9:30 and signed it.

"9:30, Doctor House checks in" he told her and started to limp away; he stopped a second, because of his leg, and then continued.

"Sir" the nurse called after him.

"I prefer Dr., after all that is why I went to medical school. I wanted to be able to put my title down as "Doctor", however sometimes I'll put "Divine" if I feel like it. As in "The Divine Gregory House" He said as he smiled.

"Okay then…Dr. House, it's 10:30 you know" she said pointing to a giant white clock.

House looked at his wrist watch and tapped it twice. "Oh darn thing must be broken again. Well I have to go now. I have no time to sign another sign in card. Toodooloo" he chimed as he pushed open the waiting room doors.

He went through a list of three patients and then limped out of the room. He took the elevator up to his office were he knew his staff would be waiting for him.

"Hello my fellow people, bow down because I have arrived." Foreman rolled his eyes and Cameron handed him the patient's file.

"Cuddy wasn't lying she is a stripper. A hot stripper. And what's this she's got a non diseased twin. Well, I better go see if she has any plans. Or did Chase already ask her?" House said.

"Actually she asked me" Said Chase grinning.

"Oh come on Brit. are you kidding me? Why would she ask you out?" said House annoyed. Chase glared at him.

"Sir, actually she did." Cameron said. House laughed.

"How many times do I have to tell you people around here, it's either Dr or Divine. Anyways common people symptoms!"

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" said Foreman.

"Did not, there's a wall there. However you can go ask the thief why I'm grumpy. I believe she likes to be known as "Lisa Cuddy" House growled.

"That's right. She told us you'd say she stole your cane"

"Well she did."

"Why don't you buy a new one?" asked Chase

"It was my lucky can! I've raised it ever since it was a little stub of wood. Now come on! Symptoms."

"Fainting"

"Coughing"

"Aching in her hand"

"Cramping in her hand"

"Is that it?" asked House as he wrote something else on the board.

"Why did you write Insanity up there?" asked Chase

"Well her twin's obviously got it. There's a chance she might too."

"Oh I get it, you're jealous" Chase said is mockery.

"Jealous of what? The way you have a way with strippers?"

"Doctor House!" Cuddy said with a booming voice as she walked in.

"Yes Doctor Thief, what is it?" he said not leaving eye contact with Chase

"You haven't finished you're clinic duty."

"Fine" and with that House walked out, glaring at Chase. Cuddy followed him to the door.

"Stop being so cruel and cold!" she told him.

"Stop stealing people's canes!" he said before limping away.

House went down the elevator and back into the clinic.

"Doctor House rechecks in at 12:45" he said

"Doctor, you never checked out."

"Right. Perfect. Who's next?" he asked as he was handed a list of patients.

He looked at his first patient' information "Ginger Renee Herethionylysomethingsomethingsomething" he called out. A girl with black make up and black clothing stood up.

He brought her into room 2. He looked at her right earring which was pierced 7 times, one which had just gotten done too.

"It's infected" he said without even asking her anything.

"That's not the problem. You see…I think I might be pregnant." She whispered.

"Yah, make sure if you have a secret you whisper it. Because these walls, they can hear EVERYTHING! And they'll tell EVERYONE! Trust me, I once told a patient that her sister and me were sleeping together…and next thing I knew the whole staff found out!" House said sarcastically.

"This isn't funny. I'm only 15!" she cried.

"I know. I can tell. You're not pregnant."

"You haven't done any tests!" the girl yelled "How'd you know!"

"Shh…remember the walls."

"Please, will you stop being so sarcastic! I need to know if I am or not!"

"The walls" he said in a sing-song voice. He then added "I told you already, I know you're not pregnant."

"Then what am I? I mean I have all the symptoms"

"No. You have all the symptoms of being confused. You're young, don't grow up too fast. Here, this is your prescription." He handed her a ten dollar bill.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" she asked.

"Go buy a pink shirt, a pretty one. Take out your earrings. Care how you look, and then the walls won't have anything to talk about."

The girl walked out, with out saying anything. What House didn't know was that the walls were listening or rather a certain "thief" was listening. She smiled at his kindness. Maybe House wasn't as cold as she has thought.

"Next person with a problem, who's too stupid to figure it out on there own, I'll be waiting in door number 2 for you."

Then again she thought. Maybe he is.

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