CHAPTER ONE: How I found my ex-wife.
Dr. House sat straight up at his desk staring at different patients files, his hand over his chin as he opened a file, "Demi Satriani, 24 years old...pregnant. Whatever," House yawned and stared at the files, "Joseph Gradson, a Jock with a seperated shoulder." And he had to add the comment, "Should've been more careful, slick..."
Suddenly, a file caught his eye, he bent forward and quickly grabbed the envelope. "Danielle Conners," House mumbled. "Why does that stand out to me?" Something didn't feel right, "Maybe I'm high..." Dr. Chase walked into House's office, his blonde hair bounced as he walked. This House quickly noticed, and he had to comment, "Ah, I see your using a new shampoo, which is it? Herbel essence? Or that Australian kangroo shampoo?"
"No comment..." Chase said as he stared at his desk, "Looking through the files Cutty told you to look through?" House swung his legs onto the desk and shrugged, "I don't take orders,"
"Yes, I know that." Chase replied. House raised his chin and looked really bored, "Can you go and be Australian somewhere else?" Chase stared at him, his blue eyes sharp-he glared. "Was that supposed to be a joke?"
"I don't care," Was all that House said. "Now, about this Conner girl. Why does she sound so familiar?" "Hmm...have you met this girl before?"
"No." House said quickly, "It's the last name Conner that keeps me thinking, it reminds me of my ex-wife."
Chase raised his eyebrow, "You never mentioned being married,"
"Because I didn't have to tell you, I got divorced before you were even born." House mumbled. Dr. Chase laughed, "I'm 27, House, remember?"
"I don't remember anything remember?" House looked at Danielle's file and laughed, "She's psycho, cool."
"Not cool," Chase defended, "Look, I don't have time to argue with you. I got to go."
House rolled his eyes and continued to read the file, "Mother: Catherine Conners." He read, three seconds later his eyes widened, "Catherine...holy crap...she's here."
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Catherine Conners looked at her daughter through the thick glass window, "I...just want to know what's going on inside her head," She said softly. Dr. Chase looked at her and then at his clip board. "I would give her an MRI but, that's pretty expensive to."
"How expensive?" Catherine asked. Chase looked through the window, "A few thousand dollars,"
"Oh...I seriously cannot afford that," Catherine said. Chase pointed to the waiting room, "I think it'd be best if you sit down in the waiting room," He said. Catherine closed her eyes and nodded. "Of course,"
Chase walked into the room that Danielle Conners was in and closed the door, "Hello," He said.
The young girl looked at him and just stared, "I'm Dr. Chase, how are you?"
The girl still said nothing, "Your mothers worried," Chase added. Danielle sighed, "Fine..."
"Fine, fine about what?"
"I'm fine, like, I feel fine. Mom doesn't need to worry, she's just overexaggerating." Danielle said. Chase stared at her, "You have pretty eyes," Said he. Danielle looked down, "...thanks, I guess."
Those are the brightest...biggest...wow, wait! Her eyes look exactly like House's...wow.
"Okay, I'll be leaving now." And Chase left.
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House walked down the hallway of the hospital and walked into the waiting room, he saw a familiar female face sitting down with her hands close to her mouth-crying.
"Ms. Catherine Conners?" House called. The woman looked up, "...Greg?"
"Yeah, I'm here, I work here." House said glumly. "I heard your daughter's crazy, how does that feel. Cathy?"
"Don't call me Cathy, you idiot...Danielle needs serious help, it's not a joke. You seem to know what a joke is, since our marrage was a big one right?"
House shrugged, "I was 32, Catherine, I was young and stupid!" Catherine shot up, "You were an idiot! You always acted like a child!"
"Whoa, maybe I was a little immature, but I'm a grown man now!" House said loudly. Catherine put her hands on her hips, her long dark red hair draped over her shoulders and her deep green eyes pierced through House's heart. "Ouch, it still hurts!" House whispered placing his hand on his chest. Catherine laughed, "Getting another heart-attack Greg?"
"No, it's your cold and evil stare! It took me ten years to find out that your face is naturally like that, cold and evil!"
"Enough," Catherine shouted, "We need to talk," House raised an eyebrow, "Were we talking just a few seconds ago?"
"No, that was arguing! This is talking, I want to know why my daughter is so delusional."
"That I can't answer," House answered. Catherine widened her eyes, "But your the DOCTOR!"
"Yeah...but not her doctor! Didn't you see the blonde Australian guy? He's her doctor,"
"Dr. Chase?" Asked Catherine. House raised his hands, "YES!"
"Don't yell, I said, we need to talk."
"About what?"
"It's important," Catherine mumbled. House sat down, "Oh do tell, meet any nice men lately? Besides me?"
"Oh shut up, for your information, ever since the divorce, I've stayed single."
"Obviously not, if you have a daughter, who's the father?" Asked House. Catherine sighed, "That's what I've been meaning to tell you,"
"I'm waiting," Dr. Foreman walked up to House, "We need you in the Psychward, now!"
House looked up at him, "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"It's urgent!" "Oh, everything's urgent with you, Foremen.." House said in his snottiest voice. Foreman grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "C'mon!"
"Is...the problem involving my daughter?" Asked Catherine, Foreman stared at her and nodded. "I'm afraid so," He began to walk away, but Catherine followed. "What's the matter? Is she alright?"
"Ma'am, it' s just a panic melt-down. But she's acting much worse than that."
House turned around, "Catherine, how did your daughter become so cookoo?"
"Shut up, Greg," Catherine mumbled."Can I come with you?"
"Of course," Foreman responded.
"Let's go, people!" House shouted.