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The next morning, Foreman walked in. Taub wasn't there, but then again, Foreman was early. House was always in between 11:00 and 3:00, so that wasn't much of a surprise. Foreman was surprised, however, to see Thirteen. It was 6:45, and Foreman was the only one crazy enough to start his day that early. She appeared to be lost in thought, the tip of her thumb resting on her lips. He opened the door like he always would, assuming that Thirteen wanted to pretend like last night never happened.

"Good morning." He said in a normal voice.

"Hi." She replied, not taking her focus off of the object that had caught her interest, which was the wall. They went down to go do their clinic duty early.

10:30.…...

Thirteen and Foreman were back to being seated at the differential table, and Taub had come in 2 ½ hours prior to House strutting in. Now, House stared at his team with the look House always seemed to have on his face.

"Something's not right." He stated, pacing around the table.

"What do you mean? We're sitting at our regular seats, you're late, and you're being a jerk." Foreman said.

"It's not that it's not right, it's that it's too normal." House said. He stopped in front of Thirteen.

"You." He said, slapping his cane down next to her, hitting the table loudly.

"What?" She snapped, looking annoyed.

"You don't smell like a bar. Or a club. Or another girl." He stated, proceeding to sniffing her.

"Do you mind?" She asked.

"Something big happened. Did you break your favorite mug because your hand twitched?" House questioned.

"Leave her alone." Foreman said.

"Oo, so you two had sex." House said.

"You wish." Thirteen said.

"So it had nothing to do with Foreman. He defended about your disease, so it's your disease. You did break your favorite mug." House badgered.

"House, can you just leave her alone." Foreman said, standing up.

"You're not telling him to be quiet. You're not even attempting to stand up for yourself. Something really big. So, what's bigger than breaking your favorite mug? Did Cuddy tell you that you can't practice medicine anymore?" House asked, not letting up. At his last remark, Thirteen could visibly stiffen.

"And you got all this from things being too normal?" Taub asked.

"Yup. I'm God." House said sarcastically.

"House, come on. At least wait a little bit. A few days, which means I have to ask for weeks." Foreman said, almost in a begging tone, but not quite.

"So it's something that'll pass, so it's not the Huntington's." House said, using the name to try to get something from his female doctor.

"You really want to know what happened? My father died!" Thirteen yelled, fists clenched. She stood up, and really, really didn't care that House had a good 6 inches on her. She punched him, and stormed out.

"Well, that isn't the first time you've been punched in the face by one of your doctors." Came Cuddy's amused voice from the doorway.

"Oh, shut up." House said, holding his now-bleeding-profusely-nose.

"I'll get the bandages." Taub said. Chase, who had kept quiet throughout the whole ordeal, was stunned. The rest of House's team bustled about, as if it was a routine that House get punched in the face.

"I think it's broken." Taub said.

"You would know. You're nose is so big you must've broken it." House said. At this, Taub walked back and let Foreman finish the job, who looked as though he had to restrain himself from hitting House as well.

"Remind me never to make her mad." Chase said. House glared at him. Foreman finished working on House's nose.

"Foreman, stay. The rest of you parasites, out." House said. They happily obliged, except for Cuddy, who wanted to know why one of her doctor's ended up punching one of her other doctors (even though he most likely deserved it).

"I'm staying." She declared, taking a seat.

"Fine." House sighed.

"What did you do?" Cuddy asked.

"I ask the questions, you're just observing." House said.

"Fine." Cuddy said, mocking House. House made a face at her.

"You knew." House said to Foreman.

"Yes, I did." Foreman said, knowing where this was going.

"And you didn't tell me that one of my doctors was unstable." House said, emphasizing his "possession" over Thirteen to Cuddy.

"She wasn't unstable." Foreman defended.

"She punched me. I'm pretty sure that qualifies as unstable." House said.

"There's worse things she could've done. And House, she wouldn't have done that if you hadn't pressed. You could've at least asked her in private, but you always have to humiliate everyone in front of everyone else." Foreman said, he too losing his temper slightly.

"Well, no one told me that she had a problem." House defended.

"It was none of your business." Foreman said.

"It is if she's on my team, and it would affect her work." House said.

"It wouldn't have if you didn't press." Foreman repeated.

"Look, you guys are getting nowhere. To help you out: House thinks that it was his business to know what was going on in Dr. Hadley's life, and that would be right by the team. Dr. Foreman thinks that he was doing right by Dr. Hadley and not telling House." Cuddy said, not wanting to listen to the men go around in circles all day.

"Which is right?" House asked.

"I'm not going to say anything about that. It was Dr. Hadley's decision whether to tell the team or not. I think that it was ok that she would've chosen not to." Cuddy said, not wanting to go into detail, for that would only ensue more arguing.

"Why?" House asked like a whiny 5 year old. Cuddy rolled her eyes.

"I don't have to give you a reason." Cuddy said, getting up and walking to the door. House pouted. When Cuddy was half way down the hall, Foreman said,

"You had no right to do that. That was just too far, House."

"Why are you defending her?" House inquired, the one question he'd been wanting to ask all morning.

"Because it's not fair. But you crossed the line." Foreman said.

"No I didn't, if it was Cameron, yeah, maybe, but not Thirteen. You think I like dealing with emotional doctors, god, it's the most frustrating thing in the world. If I thought she'd break down, I wouldn't have asked. Geez, Foreman, I'm not an idiot like the rest of the world." House said, like it's the most logical thing in the world.

"She's dealing with a lot, so can you just let off." Foreman said quietly, making sure no one heard.

"So she did break down when you talked to her. You guys would be better off if you just shut up, though silence sometimes says more than words." House said.

"Why would you say that? And no, she didn't." Foreman lied. If House knew what Thirteen did last night, Thirteen would kill Foreman. And then House would harass Thirteen.

"You're a bad liar, Foreman, although, I hate to admit it, you have a good poker face. Sadly, though, I know. She did, don't deny it." House said, getting up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Foreman asked, following House.

"To go find the dying doctor." House said.

"No! I will." Foreman said.

"Why not me. It's not like I'm gonna bombard her with more questions." House said, and continued limping off to the women's bathroom.

"How do you know she's in there?" Foreman asked. It only now just occurred to him that he didn't know where she was.

"Last time she cried she was in here." House said. That stopped Foreman in his tracks. House opened the door to the aforementioned bathroom and locked it when it closed.

"Young dying doctor, where are you?" House called out in a sing song voice. He was greeted with silence, then,

"Who is that?" The voice belonged to a startled woman, clearly not Thirteen.

"Oops, wrong bathroom." House said, then hurried out.

Chase was walking down the hall, not sure where he was going. He was done clinic duty, and didn't know what mood House would be in, so he figured if he walked randomly, he'd find a good place to hide. He wound up in the lab, and found a scared-looking Thirteen sitting on one of the chairs, much to his surprise.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" Chase asked, flabbergasted. Thirteen only looked up at him, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

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