Don't own House. Go figure.

The medical aspect of my story is a realistic as I can make it. The diagnosis, symptoms

And treatments were researched over the Internet, and are not 100 percent reliable.

Anyways

One Voice

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Gracie walked though the door of her ballet studio. There were girls warming up on the hardwood, while her teacher, Miss Dawn was working with her Sugar Plum Fairies on the stage.

Gracie sat on the bench, adjusted her legwarmers and tied on her new Pointe shoes. She stepped in the chalk bin, and looked up.

Cammie jumped in the chalk bin next to Gracie. Chalk flew everywhere, and Gracie coughed.

"Sorry," Cammie said, in a high pitched voice that hardly sounded sorry.

"Snowflakes!" Miss Dawn yelled. "Stage!"

Gracie rolled her eyes, and went up to the stage. The snowflakes lined up behind her for the dance. Miss Dawn shouted a series of complaints, mostly about backs, arms and legs being straighter.

"Snow Queen!" Miss Dawn yelled at Gracie. "If you want to still be a part of our Nutcracker performance I suggest you act like it. OKAY! Now, take it from the arabesque lift."

A whole line of jealous snowflakes laughed amongst themselves.

Gracie took a deep breath and twisted her left ankle, in an effort to crack it or to stretch it out. She went on Pointe, and was lifted in the air by her partner.

Her head was cleared of all thoughts. A ballerina cannot look like she is in pain, even if she is.

Poisson. Tour en l'air. Pirouette piqué. Jete. Regular Pirouette. Again. Piqué step. Entrechat. Six of them. One, two, three…

Gracie never got to finish her Entrechat combination. Her ankle finally gave out, and sent her crashing to the floor, smacking her head on the hardwood floor and hitting her nose.

That stopped the Snowflakes from laughing pretty quickly. They all knew a sad and sober expression would impress Miss Dawn, and that they might get the part of the Snow Queen.

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Cuddy looked at the three people sitting across from her. "You three would be partners of your own department. Your jobs will be similar to the ones you had, but you all will have equal say and you will be taking on slightly more patients."

"So, basically, its our same jobs, only no House." Foreman stated.

"In short, yes."

"Done." Forman looked at Chase and Cameron.

"Done."

"And Done."

Cuddy looked relieved. "First case. We'll find an office area for all of you to work."

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"Okay, this kind of sucks." Chase said.

"What?" Cameron asked, her head buried in a book.

"That all of the walls are pretty much see-though!"

Cameron looked up. House was glaring at them. She tried not to laugh, as Foreman entered the room.

"Okay, so we've got a sixteen year old who fell on her ankle during her ballet practice." Foreman read. "She complains of ankle, knee and wrist pain."

"Understandable for a dancer." Chase said. "Where's the case?

"Her fever is 102, and she-"

The familiar beeping sound in three variations go off, and the three doctors went down the hall into the patient's room.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cameron, this is Dr. Chase." She said to the shivering sixteen-year-old girl.

"Um, just wondering why did we just get paged?" Chase asked the nurse.

Cameron felt Gracie's head. "You said her fever was 102!"

Foreman grabbed the thermometer. "96.6. Get some more blankets!" He ordered the nurse.

"That's interesting." Chase said. "Guess we do have a case."

Forman and Cameron rolled their eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."