Untitled Right Now (I am working on one)

Chapter One

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House was just coming in the front door of PPTH when Cuddy came up to him.

"House. My office. Now." She said quickly. He just shrugged and followed. She let him in first, and then shut the door.

"Did I do something wrong, Cuddy?" House asked.

"No. I just…want your opinion on something."

"What is it?"

"Well, I'm thinking about having in vitro fertilization, and I wanted you to look over the candidates."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll have them back to you at lunch." House says, grabs the files, and leaves.

At lunch….House comes into Cuddy's office.

"Well?"

"Number 522 likes Metallica and seems like a druggie. Number 1398 is addicted to his dog, and Number 624 likes to play with saran wrap. All of them have their own classification: FREAKS!" House tells her.

"House! I'm not looking for who they are as a person; I'm looking at their sperm!" She said.

"What? And who they are doesn't matter? What they are like won't affect how the child acts or looks?"

"No, House! I'm looking at the health of their sperm! Unless you can find someone better. I will let you try. You have until after work,"

House just nods and exits. A little while later, Cuddy approaches him in the hallway.

"House, I need you."

"Wow, Cuddy! Are you professing your love to me?" House asks with an obvious smirk on his face.

"You ass hole. It's serious." Cuddy says in a whisper. She takes him into her office, closing all the blinds.

"Have you told anyone? Cameron, Foreman, anyone?" Cuddy asked.

"No."

"Okay. Well, as a part of this process, I need a shot. And I can't do it myself." She said, staring straight at him. Then she held up a needle, turned around, and lifted the back of her skirt.

"Wow. Okay." House says, rubbing numbing stuff on the place where he will insert the needle. He inserts it, and she flinches. He's soon done, and removes the needle. She puts her skirt down and turns around.

"Here." House says, handing her the needle. Then he leaves. An hour later, House is sitting in Cuddy's office, interviewing a man with tattoos all up and down his arms, and he looks dead.

"House! What the hell?" Cuddy asks.

"I'm interviewing a potential intern."

"House, I'm late for a meeting."

"Sir, why do you want to work here?" House asks, turning to the man. The man grunts.

"Sir, what is your favorite type of music?"

"Metallica." He responds.

"So, Sir, what kind of drugs do you take, because I'm a bit of an addict myself." House says. The man sits up.

"Cocaine." He responds.

"Thank you, sir. But I'm late for a meeting." Cuddy says, and leaves. About five hours later, House was with a patient.

"Now, how did he get this rash?" House asks, staring at a little boy's ass.

"I don't know." The mother replied. House takes a closer look, and straightens up.

"You didn't clean him thoroughly enough. There are still some feces lodged there, that caused the infection."

At that moment, Cuddy pops her head in the door.

"I need you." She says, looking at House. House turns back to his patient.

"Clean it out and the rash should go away in about one or two days." House says, throws away his gloves, and follows Cuddy into another exam room. She hands him the needle, turns around, and lifts her skirt.

"House, why did you have to do that?" Cuddy asks.

"Because I wanted you to see what kind of people you were considering."

"Oh, and they're not okay? Ouch." Cuddy says, feeling the needle go in.

"No. You want normal people."

"Oh, like you?" She asks, looking at him over her shoulder. He doesn't say anything, just removes the needle. Cuddy stands up and takes the needle. House leaves.

A few hours later, Cuddy comes in to House's office. He looks up.

"Thanks. For the shots." She says.

"You're welcome." Silence for a few minutes. "Is that all you came up here to tell me?" He asked, staring at her as if she were interrupting something very important.

"No." She says, and briskly walks out of his office, tears threatening her eyes.

House waits a few minutes, stands up, grabs a file off his desk, and follows Cuddy, knowing she's going to her office. He pushes open the door. She is slumped in her chair, tears still threatening. She gets rid of them at once, when she sees him.

"House. What do you want?" She asks, looking at him.

"I found you a donor." He says, slapping a file in front of her.

"Male. 36. Has good sperm. Likes jogging, reading, and watching movies. Doesn't take drugs, except for a mild painkiller, does drink alcohol, but not too often." She mumbles, and keeps reading silently. "House, thank you. He sounds great." She says, nodding.

"You're welcome." He mumbles. "Oh, and just let me know if you decide to use him. He has to give sperm to the sperm bank. I'll handle getting that done for you." House says.

"House, I am going to use him." She says.

"Okay." And House exits.

The next day….House comes in early and goes up to the sperm bank. The man there addresses him.

"Ah, Dr. Greg House. Here to donate sperm for Dr. Lisa Cuddy." The guy at the reception window says.

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Sorry that is so short, but it seemed like a good place to end it. Review, Review, Review! Please.