A/N: Bad days will come and go, but writing is forever.

By: Hadley

Disclaimer: Don't. Own. House.

Anna King had the flu. That's what she called it, and what she told her boss. But most cases of the flu go away within a few days, maybe a week. Most cases don't linger as long as hers did.
Chase sat at the table, mindlessly staring at his crossword, his eyes searching for answers that wouldn't be found. He wasn't looking at the paper to relieve boredom, more to have a place to rest his eyes.

A shout echoed though the room, breaking the serenity and the peaceful silence that came with it. "Hey. What are you doing? Why aren't you reading the patient history like good little minions?" House stormed in, his 'vivid' personality setting the room aflame.

Cameron blinked twice. "We didn't know there was a patient."

House frowned at her. "Well, then, you should spend more time figuring that out instead of…" his voice cut off suggestively. Cameron blushed, and Foreman rolled his eyes. Chase buried his mind further into the crossword. If he wasn't found, he wasn't caught.

"I'm wait-ing!" House tapped his foot impatiently, and slammed a file onto the table.

Chase groaned inwardly, and reached out for the file. Foreman grabbed it before him. "43-year old woman, complaining of a high temperature and fatigue."

Chase picked up his crossword again. "She has the flu. Case closed."

House shook his head mockingly. "No, case not closed. If she had the flu, would I have forcibly made you take the case?"

Chase started to answer, but House cut him off. "OK, so maybe I would. But I'm not this time. This lady's really sick!"

Cameron nodded. "She's had whatever it is for two weeks; it can't be the flu."

"I think we've established that already. Come on, people! Differentials!"

Foreman shifted in his seat. "We can't do much with those symptoms."

"Saying you can't do much means you can do something. Gimme."

Foreman shrugged. "Addison's Disease."

"Wrong."

"Meningitis."

"No, you've already had a turn. Cameron, go."

She shrugged. "Reye's Syndrome."

House cocked his head. "You do realize that our patient's forty-three, right?"

"Reye's can occur at any age, children are most susceptible."

"And the nurses said she's been acting irritable." Chase piped up.

"Defending your girlfriend, I see?" House nodded at Cameron. "Good. Run a blood test to make sure. And make arrangements for a transfusion."

Cameron's angry voice rang through the air. "You don't even know she has it! You'll be putting her through all that for nothing!"

House merely shrugged. "Hey, you suggested it. And I like Reye's. Besides, you don't want the patient to suffer, do you? It would be best if she got the treatment now."

Cameron rolled her eyes.

The team got out of their seats and headed out the door. "Wait!" shouted House. Foreman raised an eyebrow. Chase looked uneasy. "Chase. Differential."

Chase crossed his arms over his chest. "Why? You 'assume' you already know what it is."

"Ah, but knowing isn't at much fun as putting everyone's famous British doctor on the spot."

"Fine then. She's going to die in three hours because she has…" Chase's voice trailed off. "I think I know what it is."

House propped his head on his fist. "Go on! Tell the class what you know."

Chase braced himself. Braced himself for taunts, teasing, and insults.

The silence in the room was unbearable. Everyone waited to see what the young doctor could scrape up.

"The signs were right there. It's too obvious. She has…Lupus."

An empty, horrified gasp sounded in the room. And pigs began to fly.

EDIT: This story was pretty much de-valued because of the fact that one episode's diagnosis actually was Lupus...so sorry about that to those who think this was annoying. But it's my story. And I like it, even if it is a little redundant.