Chapter 3: Gold Plate
Soooooooo sorry that this took half a year to post! My computer HATES fanfiction, but I finally got it fixed! Here is your ending! W00t!
Max stared at the ceiling impatiently. "Ugh! I'm going to go INSANE!" She hissed and clenched her fists.
"Max, you're going to implode. Stop stressing and try to sleep or something..." Iggy suggested, sitting against the far right wall.
"Oh my gosh! Could Max implode? We should totally get her out of here! I mean, what if she does-" The babbling Nudge was cut off as a woman came into the room. She was wearing a set of scrubs and a teenage girl cam in behind her.
"Thank goodness, Max!" The woman sighed. "I got a call from the hospital and I thought that it was because you were in the morgue! What happened?" Max sighed.
"I'm fine mom. It was just a run-in with some Erasers. Nothing too bad. The only thing that's going to kill me now is Dr. Housewife. He won't let me leave because he thinks that I'm some sort of experiment that he can tinker with!"
"Uh, Max. In case you haven't noticed, the majority of the people in this room are experiments." Iggy said, picking up a piece of paper that was on the floor. "But if you really want out, Gasman and I can build a bomb to get you out of here. Blow the window out or something." Gazzy smiled and sat down next to Iggy.
"Let's not. I'll talk to Dr. House. I'm sure that he'll be reasonable."
"Has anyone ever told you that your ass is incredibly large?" House asked, reclining in his office, eyes looking over a paper. The woman looked indignant.
"Excuse me?" She said. House put the paper down.
"Sorry. Does the term 'ass' offend you? Sorry. You're butt is incredibly large. Better?" The woman shook her head and took a deep breath.
"Let me try this again. Hello Dr. House, I'm Dr. Martinez and I'm here to talk to you about releasing my child-" House cut her off.
"The bird kid? She's not really your kid, I think you should know. Unless your husband's a vulture. Then maybe she's yours."
"Thank you for your commentary. My egg was used in her creation. Now, I want her discharged. Today. She has to do some work for environmental awareness tonight and if she doesn't go, all of New York will be disappointed." House pretended to look concerned. He opened a drawer under his desk and pulled out his Vicodin. Taking a pill, he sat back.
"Let me think about this for a second. I give up the bird kid so she can protect Mother Nature. No happening. I've never seen anything like this. God, it's like finding the Holy Grail." Dr. Martinez sighed.
"Who's your supervisor?" House chuckled.
"Cuddy would LOVE to hear any complaints you have about me. She's the Dean of Medicine. She'll set me straight, I'm sure." Dr. Martinez stomped out of the room. House picked up his cane and tapped the power button on the TV with it. He continued watching the show until the door burst open.
"House, I told you to dismiss the patient yesterday. Her mother's threatening to sue. Do you know how much you cost this hospital already? The last thing we need is a celebrity disaster!" House shushed her.
"Did you know that this kid's doctors spent six years trying to figure out that she had a screwed up 'x' chromosome? Six years. I could have solved that in six minutes." He reached for another Vicodin and swallowed it. "Yummy."
"House! Are you listening to ANYTHING I'm saying? If not then read my lips. I'm discharging the girl right now. I'm not paying a million dollars to keep your ass in my hospital if I can help it." House watched her storm out with a false sigh.
"It was half a million dollars last year." He called after her.
"I'm sorry about everything that's happened." Cuddy said, looking at the Dr. Martinez and her daughters. "House is a bit unprofessional and he can be very stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants." Maximum scoffed. Iggy looked in the general vicinity of Cuddy.
"Well, I can say we're all glad that you got her out. You could hear her complaining halfway down the corridor." Max turned around and glared at him. He didn't know.
"I'm sure that Dr. House would love to say goodbye to you, but he's very, very busy with-"
"Busy? You of all people know that I'm never busy." House said, limping down the hallway. Cuddy glared at him. "And quit glaring it sends an unprofessional impression to the patients." Max looked at House and then at Cuddy.
"Has anyone ever told you that you sound like an old, married couple?" Max asked. Cuddy scowled and House smiled.
"All the time." House said, watching at Dr. Martinez left the hospital and Max unfurled her wings. "One question, who's the genius that screwed you up and gave you wings." Max scowled and began to walk out the door. She stopped.
"My dad." She said, and closed the door. She jumped into the air and her wings began to lift her off the ground. Cuddy turned to House.
"Guess you're not the only one with a horrible father." House brushed the comment off and popped anoth vicodin.
"Fancy some fried eggs? I'm sure one of those breakfast places is still open. Maybe we should invite the freaks, too." he asked, strutting away. Cuddy shook her head, disgusted.
Fin!