Hey it's me, Mollisk with athesort of sequel to "RightWrong and Moral". You really don't have to read it thoughto understand it.In my mind was convicieved as a one shot but it's probably going to be at least a four or five chapter fic! Isn't that great! Anyway to the fic:

Disclaimor: I don't own anything yada yada yada.

"Cameron, I love you."

Cameron spun around with disapproving look on her face. "I'm not going to fall for that-" She was interrupted by House promptly putting asticky noteon her forehead.

"Chase, stop showing off your ass to me! Just do me already!"

Slightly alarmed, Chase too turned to face House but before he could say anything, an identical sticky note was placed on his forehead.

All the while, Foreman was reading a medical journal determined not to look at his boss. House suddenly wacked him on the shin with his cane. Foreman automatically raised his head to protest and third sticky note was put on his forehead.

"Bye sweeties!" House called out as he left the conference room.

Chase, Cameron, and Foreman took the notes off their heads and read

DEPARTMENT OF DIAGNOSTIC MEDICINE OFFICAL MEETING

APRIL11, 2006 2:17:43

It was in House's barely legible scrawl. While all three were trying to make out if he was actually serious, Cameron seemed to be the only one with anything to say.

"Does he mean AM or PM?" Chase and Foreman sighed and gave each other a look.
Whether they thought he was serious or not all three ducklings wer at were in the conference room at 2:14. Waiting for the meeting to start.

"I bet he's not serious." The always sectical Foreman announced after a minute of waiting.

"It's only 2:15." Chase replied not looking up from his crossword.

"Why did he schedule a meeting at 2:17 anyway?

"He's House."

"There's not even a reason for a meeting. I mean I can see why they need meeting in bigger departments but for us-" Chase face palmed as an obvious gesture of annoyance.

Just then Wilson entered the conference room. "Hi." He said rather lamely.

"You got dragged into this department meeting too?" Cameron asked him.

"Yep. He put a sticky note on my-"

"Forehead." The three finished at once. Wilson sighed.

The was an uncomfortable silence. Cameron, Chase, and Foreman had been trying to avoid him all week. All anyone seemed to talk about was how he was caught cheating on his wife. This made talking to him just well... strange.

In an attempt to break the silence, Cameron spook "How's your-". She stopped short. She had almost asked how his wife was.

"-office?" Chase cut in obviously guessing what she almost said.

Wilson replied, "Fine." There was an akward silence. "How are your, uhh, offices?"

"Great, Great." Chase and Cameron agreed.

"Thank you for the concern about my, uhh, office."

"Your Welcome. And uhh thank you for the concern about our offices." Foreman turned his back to make coffee and started silently cracking up.

Lukily, House choose that moment to swagger in with four thick looking files under his arm. Foreman turned around was quickly back to serious doctor mode.

"Hou-"

"Ehh!" House nearly shouted as he looked at his watch.

"Wha-"

"Ehh!"

"He-"

"Ehh!" At this point Foreman gave and leaned against the counter and crossed his arms.

"Welcome to the Department of Diagnostic Medicine Offical Meeting," House announced after a second in a cheery receptionest voice, "Could everyone please sit down so we can begin the meeting." House then looked pointedly at Foreman and the later quickly sat down across from Chase."I would like to start the meeting off with a prayer which I will lead."

The four sitting down looked at each other in horror. Nobody dared to move before Chase piously made the sign of the cross. Cameron, Foreman, and Wilson, all obviously not catolic, clasped their hands and bowed their heads respectfully. House however looked more like he was punishing himself for his sins than praying. He randomly hit himself and practically yelled "FATHER SON HOLY SPIRIT!" Chase winced as House started to say the prayer.

"Dear God," he paused for ephausise, "Grace. Thank you. Amen." House then preceded to make the sign of the cross in his unorthodox way and put on his cool receptionist voice "Dr. Chase will you please pass outa folder to every person." He slammed the thick folders on the table. Chase passed them out and when he finished, House smiled incredibly unnaturally at him and said,"Thank you Dr. Chase. That was very considerate of you." Everyone but House was by now completely horrified.

"Now please turn to page one." The four causically opened the folder to page one. It said in big letters:

pAgE oNe!111!one!one111!

Everyone sighed.

"Good. Please turn to page two." Page two turned out to be something that looked supsciously like a test. "You have two minutes to finish this test. Go!" The first direction was:

1.) Read all the directions before doing anything.

The ducklings spend though this direction while Wilson put his pen back in his front shirt pocket. The rest of questions were simple things like 'draw a box in the right hand corner of the page'. The ducklings reached the last direction all most simultaneously:

15.) Do not do questions 2-14.

All three mentally slapped themselves for falling for this childish test.

"Looks like we learned a valuable lesson today kiddies. Of course Jimmy knew this all by himself! Good job, you get a gold star!" House's recepetioness voice had been replaced by an idiotic camp consuler voice. He strode over to "Jimmy" and placed a yellow, star shaped post-it on his forhead. Jimmy cringled up his face and took the post-it off. The rest of the room was unsure whether burst out in hysterical laughter or ask how many vicoden House had today.

"House, I really don't have time for all this nonsense-" Wilson started but camp consueler House quickly cut in.

"Since big Jim-jim is in ahurry, let's make this quick. Please read the next one-hundred and thirty pages." The four sighed in disbelief. Chase turned to the next page. Thankfully it contained only one leter 'Y'. He scanned the rest of the pages to that they too only had one letter. He jotted down the letters as he turned the pages. It read:

"You know what I think? I think you guys seem depressed. I think you guys need to smile more. To make you smile, guess what? We're going to have a SECRET SANTA!"

"A secret Santa?" Chase blurted out, his accent twisted around the word santa, "It's April!"

"Ssshh, not every one has finished." House exauteratingly wagged his finger at the younger man. The others looked up at each other in disbelief.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Foreman asked.

"No joke." House sung back. He hobbled over the counter and brought his trucker hat out. "I already placed all you guys' names in it. Since da wittle wombat Chasey-wasey got it first, he gets to pick first!"

Chase reluctantly put his hand in the trucker hat and pulled out a slip of paper. It read

House

"Hey I got-" He started to say but House interupted him.

"Don't tell me who you got. It ruins the point of a secret santa. No telling anyone even if they're not your secret santa. K? And on another note, it ruins all the fun if you get someone a gift card or money, how boring would that be!"

The hat went around the table as everyone picked a name out of the hat. No one seemed happy with what they got.

"Meeting finite," House announced they were done, "you may now go scurry around woundering what to get your respective secret santas."

So what do you think? Press the magic box and tell me! I already have the next chapter writen so...Up Next: Chase calls a radio station to figure out what to get House for the gift exchange.

"His Idea of self improvement is watching 'The L Word'"