I wasn't going to make this story longer than one chapter- it was just one of those thoughts I have late at night that keep me awake. It won't be a long story- another short chapter probably.
"What did you say to him?" Cameron asked for the millionth time as they walked into House's office.
"That he's not missing out by not hearing. All the nagging..." He finally spoke as he turned to his collection of records. "But this collection of smooth jazz, blues, trumpets, saxophones, blended together into this rich, deep sound..." He continued to describe the music as Cameron yet again asked, ignoring the temptation to stamp her foot in frustration.
"When you two have stopped flirting, what's wrong with the kid?" Chase called from his seat at the table.
"I wasn't flirting." Cameron stated, taking her seat and pulling a file towards herself.
"Yeah, Cameron only goes for the kiddies." House smiled as he hobbled towards his mug to pour a cup of coffee.
"I'm not even going to ask." Chase said as he lifted the marker pen to begin working through the diagnosis on the white board.
"You haven't worked up to that responsibility yet." House said taking the pen from his hand. "Go run some blood tests."
"For what?" Chase asked.
"I think it's lupus." Foreman said before House could respond.
"It's never lupus." House said exasperated. "Go run tests for everything. The kid's not going anywhere." House said to Chase. "And if you're so sure it's lupus, go do your tests." He said addressing Foreman.
When both had left the office Cameron began to speak. "I agree with him."
"You agree with who?"
"Foreman."
"That's only because Chase didn't have an opinion."
"You can't ignore the kid's rash or the pain his joints, especially in his thumbs. Then there's the fever, high blood pressure."
"It's never lupus."
"You just don't want it to be lupus because not even you can cure it."
"It's not lupus." House said, turning his music up whilst pretending to work on his computer.
