Here I am and back w/ a new chapter! And this time, u get 2 c House!!!:) 2 tell the truth, I'm not exactly sure if I did the best on this chapter, just 2 let u guys know. So, if there's some 'bleh!' stuff, NO FLAMES PLEASE! I tried my best, honestly! Anyways, hope this chapter pleases u!!

"Dr. House is now checking out at 5:00."

"You mean 4:54?" The nurse behind the clinic desk gave him a glare.

"I'm rounding up today."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm putting 4:55 down."

"Come on. I know you're in a lying mood today. All women are like that."

"All women aren't like that, and I'm certainly not in a lying mood today." The nurse wrote his time down and went back to the clipboard staring in front of her.

Knowing his defeat, House cursed her, walking out the clinic doors. Finally, another long day was over. Releasing his patient, getting his injection of the Rolling Stones, beating Mario on his new Gameboy game, and going over files streamed through the past hours. Not to mention his 20 minutes of clinic duty. But, at least Cuddy couldn't hunt him down, yacking about how essential his hours, how he should get his butt down there or else, and go do something worth people's time. Besides, tomorrow he could sneak into Exam room 3 with his Gameboy to take on yet another battle of Super Mario.

Well, that's what he thought anyways.

"House." Eric Foreman rushed next to his boss, following his walking pace.

"Can't you see I wanna go home here?" He went towards the main building doors, trying to ignore his frantic employee. But, that plan obviously didn't work.

"You can't."

House stopped in the middle of everybody else's way, forcing them to go around. "What? Did I forget to hug everyone good-bye? I'd really hate not to do that."

Foreman just gazed into his eyes and handed him two files. "11-year old twins. One fell unconscious, the other experienced a horrible headache before going unconscious."

The diagnostician opened both files, his left elbow supporting his cane the best it could, and briefly scanned his eyes over them. "Meeting in the conference room in five minutes."

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Greg entered the scene, looking over his elite staff of three brilliant doctors, who were doing one thing or another to keep their minds occupied. "Ladies and gentlemen, we get the honor of diagnosing the Bobsey twins," he announced, dropping the files on the glass table.

"They're fraternal," Foreman corrected. "One's a boy, the other's a girl."

"Yeah, yeah. Very interesting to know." He twisted the child-proof top off successfully and popped a few, small white pills. Then, he screwed the top back on and limped to the white board. "Okay. So Twin number one fell-"

"You can't just call a person Twin one or two," Allison Cameron argued, expressing her opinion.

House laid his black marker down and turned to his employee. "And why not?"

"Because they've got names like you and me...and I think you should treat them like that."

"Fine. We'll do what Miss Perfectionist wants to do." He now put his undivided attention on the two young men. "Tip for the guys. Do what the lady wants you to do. She'll bite otherwise." The specialist took hold of the rectangler, dark eraser and scribbled the words off he'd put, which weren't very many. "So, what exactly are their names?"

"Jackie and Abe." She observed carefully as he began to write 'guy' and 'girl' on the snow white background.

"Did you even read the files?" Foreman questioned, crossing his arms.

Yet again, the head turned, only to face his neurologist. "I read the symptoms. Do you have to learn the names, too?" he replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Foreman just rolled his eyes as House turned back to the board and finished writing the first part. "So, which person had what?"

"Abe was the one who fell unconscious, and Jackie had the headache, then ended up like her brother. Not to mention their white blood count and protein levels are rocketing."

House immedialy formed the words with his readable, yet slight scratchy handwriting, putting unconscious and both counts under Guy while beginning the symptoms under Girl with headache, unconscious, and the counts as well. Then, he turned to the doctors. "Start naming diagnoses...now!"

Instead, silence fell among the room, the usual debates missing. House sighed. "Okay. Look's like we're going to take turns today." He threw a glare over at the blonde, Austrailian intensevist, a.k.a. - Dr. Robert Chase. "Let's start with good looking."

"Excuse me?" Cameron wasn't going to take any comment her boss had to say.

"Sorry. I meant the other one." House gave the doctor another glare. "The one who staring at the floor," he said, raising his voice.

Chase suddenly looked up at the crippled doctor, totally unaware of the situation. "Maybe rabies."

"You're an idiot. Next."

"West Nile virus. They go outside a lot and maybe got bitten by an infected mosquito," Foreman suggested.

"At least one person in here's actually got his head on straight. Check both of them for West Nile and any other diagnosis you may come up with out of the blue that could happen to a kid. Oh, and make sure Dummy knows what he's doing when you run the tests. We wouldn't want Chasey-Wasey to hurt himself or anyone else, now would we?"

Chase sighed, taking the harsh words the best a person could in his situation and got up, following the other two apparent, smart ones out of the conference room.

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Cameron narrowed her focus at the only scene taking place in Jackie's room. The 11-year old showed hints of fear automatically, forcing herself to not let tears run down her cheeks, while a skinny, blonde headed woman remained at her bedside, giving her consoling words and hugging her when the young patient needed it most. As she watched this all take place, Allison flashed back at her own past, wondering what it'd be like to have children of her own. Hers to care, cherish, hold in her arms forever, and...share with the perfect man. But, that delightful hope, though, wasn't placed into her future. She took a deep breath, gathering courage, and opened the transparent door.

Both worried females turned the precise second Cameron stepped into the room. " Hi. I'm Dr. Cameron," she began. "I'm one of doctors who work for Dr. House, who's handling your case."

The other woman left Jackie's bedside and approached the young immunologist. "Nice to meet you. I'm Abigail Gates, and this is my daughter-"

"Jackie."

"Wow. You doctors are better than I expected," Abigail replied with a smile.

"It's actually part of our job. We really can't treat a patient well if we don't their name...I need to get some samples, do you mind?"

"Samples?" Jackie edged to the back of the bed, alert eyes staring Cameron down.

"Just a few, sweetie. We need these so we can figure out what's wrong with you."

Slowly, the preteen nodded, relaxing barely. "It may help if you comfort her while I get these. It won't hurt extremely bad, but she'll feel a little pain, especially if she's tensed up," the doctor told Abigail.

"I'll do that." Abigail returned back to her daughter as Cameron walked to the other side, preparing for the samples.

"This might hurt a bit, but it'll only last for just a few moments." The girl, once again, nodded slowly, keeping her mouth zipped. With that said, Cameron began the samples, first drawing more blood, then getting Jackie to curl up so she could do a lumbar puncture since a room wouldn't be available for the next couple of hours.

"You're done." Cameron smiled at the patient, but she didn't give a smile back.

"I don't feel so good," Jackie said, her face turning pale.

Allison turned. "Jackie, do I need to-" But her statement couldn't be completed. Vomit had already began to come up, ending up onto the floor. Jackie leaned over the bed and continued to binge as her mom watched in pure horror. "Why is she doing this?"

The brunette looked up, stopping her assistance. "Honestly...I don't know."

Was it bad? I thought it could've been a bit longer, but I really didn't have much time 2 think or write on it this week, so I thought what I put would pass. But, who knows? Please review! Hope 2 have the next chapter up soon!!! And yes. It'll b longer than this. This is only the beginning.