Candice – Yes, this is my account for posting House FF. I have my other account for my Danny Phantom FF, but after reading all of these brilliant House FF's, I was just hypnotized to write at least one and see how you all would like it (:

Disclaimer – I do not own House blah, blah, blah. I do not own any of the House characters blah, blah, blah.

Summary – Something's wrong with House and when he ends up in the hospital in an ironic twist, the team starts to realize how much they need him, for some, how much they want him. HOUSE/CUDDY, HOUSE/CAMERON, CHASE/CAMERON/ FOREMAN/CAMERON.

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Chapter One –

The walls of the hospital had seemed as they always did – quiet and bustling with patients of all kinds. The hypochondriacs lined the right sides of the infirmary, playing with their eyes and rubbing their rashes, crossing and uncrossing their legs and contemplating whether the cracking they heard was popping or the breaking of bones.

For Gregory House, however, everything seemed the same. The white walls, which had been repainted yesterday for the most random of reasons, and the room, had the distinct smell of bad breath, metal, and new coats of paint. His own limping he had been familiar with, which was why he flung around to see who had been following him when he heard steady ones from behind.

"Cuddy," he said, leaning on his cane. "I see you've managed to buy yet another low cut shirt from the local thrift store."

"House," Cuddy said, rolling her eyes and holding a file. She had a case to assign him, one that had been baffling the other doctors she had hired, the ones that seemed like nothing in comparison to the doctor House was. She smiled to herself thinking of his sarcastic humor, the way he walked, talked and everything in between.

"What?" House said, looking at her through a side-glance. "That's not a bad thing for me. Maybe to all those other doctors who've been looking down your shirt? I don't know, I'm a little worried about – "

Cameron stopped him. "I've got a case for you."

House groaned and cracked his neck before taking the file Cuddy had extended out to him. Opening it, House read the status. "Forty-two year old female, trouble with joint pain and complaining of headaches." House kept walking. "Give her an Aspirin," he said handing Cuddy back the file.

"House," Cuddy protested, "you can't just drop the case just like that. I mean, this could be serious," she said, even knowing herself that the woman was full of it. She had taken the duty of interviewing her herself, and she seemed like the normal excessively preoccupied patient.

"Cuddy," House said with the same practiced monotone voice. "This hospital is filled with thousands of people. Some are sick and some aren't sick. Some think they're sick and some just want to be sick."

The two of them continued to walk down the halls, stopping at the front desk. Dropping the file off nearby, Cuddy whispered to the nurse, afraid of House's bigot response he'd give her if he knew he was right, "Give her some Aspirin and send her home." Then, following House to the nearest elevator, she sighed, deciding whether or not she should ask him where he was going.

"House, where are you going?" she said, running fingers through her hair.

House raised an eyebrow. "I do have a hardy crew up there waiting for their king, their boss." House waited, raised an eyebrow. "Me." Cuddy stifled a laugh, not falling under House's witty remarks. The door of the elevator opened and House limped inside, Cuddy following after him.

Elevator music flooded the ears of the two of them, and House plugged the button of the second to last floor. They waited, and just when the elevator got only one floor up, it stopped again, the doors opening to reveal House's crew standing before them. Foreman, Cameron and Chase shoved into the elevator and the doors shut.

"Great," House said. "We have a party."

The room was a bit crowded, bit enough for at least one other person to lie down in, and Cameron, who was standing clearly uncomfortable between Cuddy and Chase, was the first to respond, her eyes avoiding the sullen looking Chase from only a week before she ended their "relationship" of random sex.

"Well I didn't think it would rain today," she said, trying to laugh. The room remained quiet, Foreman looking at Chase to see if he would somehow make a remark agreeing with her, but the room stayed quiet. The silence of breathing made the five of them aware and catlike.

From the right-hand corner of the elevator, the noise of higher floors rang, and suddenly, House's fast breathing. Cuddy tried to move her head around Foreman's to see what was wrong. House's twisted face gave her an answer, and quickly she tried to push past the other to get to him.

"House," she said. "Are you alright?"

Forman looked closer at House and House, whom it was obvious didn't like this sort of attention shook his head and blinked. "What?" he said. "I'm fine. What are you all looking at?"

"Your face," Chase said, finally speaking. "You're…pale."

Out of nowhere, an increasing pain in House's leg shot like lightning from his thigh to his foot, and he refrained from clutching it, but could not help from tightly closing his eyes. It was as if the world was spinning, or the elevator at least, and the faces of his coworkers turned into a faded blur.

Quickly reaching in his pocket with a shaking hand for his pills to stop the stimulating pain, he grabbed his Vicodin, but dropped it to the floor. Cameron rushed forward, putting her backwards hand to his forehead.

"House, you're hot," she said, a look of pure horror appearing on her face. House, looking skinner than he already was, tried to protest, squinting and trying to find his lost pills on the floor. "No, I'm fine. I just need to find my…"

The team of doctors looked from one another, unsure what they were supposed to do in a crowded elevator. House tried to distinguish them from one another, leaning against the walls of the elevator and dropping his cane to the floor with a crash. Sweating profusely, House opened his mouth, but his words only came out as a slur.

"House," Cameron said, not making out House's inaudible words.

Finally, the doors of the elevator opened, the team scrambled out facing House, their face stricken and worried. They looked at House, who now was the only one in the elevator, staggering to step out.

"Somebody get us a stretcher over here," Cuddy called, her stomach lurching just looking at a vulnerable House.

Cameron stepped forward to assist him, but House, who looked as if he might throw up on the floor in front of him, took his last step forward before falling straight, face first on the hard, tiled floor.

"House!"

Candeh – Chapter 2 should be up soon, folks. Read and review and the next chapter will be up faster ;)