House was in his office with 'Ode to Joy' at full blast so that Wilson could hear it from his office.

His team entered into the conference room, trying to see their boss in his dark office, legs on the desk and the cane spinning slowly in his hand.

"One of these days he'll become deaf" Foreman began.

"It's a disturbing comparison..." Chase said.

"What? House and Beethoven?".

"House and 'A Clockwork Orange'".

Foreman and Cameron looked at him puzzled, Chase felt eyes on him "Come on! He already has a cane, give him a cylinder and false eyelashes on his right eye and they're the same person!".

"They're definitely not the same person" Cameron argued.

Foreman grinned, amused "No, Cameron is right. He has Vicodin instead of milk".

Cameron huffed while the two men chuckled.

Chase sighed "Ok, Cameron will tell him. She's good at that".

"Forget it! I brought the case to him. You still can talk very well, so you'll do it" Cameron protested.

Chase noticed House rubbing his leg "I'll do the clinic for you" he offered.

Cameron sighed. 'Why always me? As If it was easier for me...' she thought.

Foreman smirked and put his hands on Cameron and Chase's shoulders, leading them towards their boss' office "Guys, there is strength in numbers, so If we go in together, he won't be able to kill us all".

House, inside his office, was listening to the second movement of the Ode, conducting now an imaginary orchestra and a choir.

Foreman led them to the door and they went inside. House, who was now rummaging through a drawer, looked up at them.

"Ok, Cameron won't be fired If she tells me where is my Vicodin. I know you need strength and courage to sleep with Chase, but I've a chronic pain, you know?".

Cameron looked at him irritated but trying not to show it. But when it came to her, those blue eyes didn't miss a single thing. "Sullivan is here".

House reached out, an eye to his backpack. The team looked at each other and he turned to stare at them "The tests?".

"We've still not done them" Foreman said.

"Soooo, why are you here?".

"The problem is that we can't do them" Chase explained.

"It's not hard to take a blood sample. Even the nurses can do that, and they don't have a degree".

"It's that there's no way to hold him still. We have tried everything" Foreman said.

"Unless a headshot, I suppose" House turned to Cameron "And what about you? Not even my fairy with golden hands has managed to approach the cute little kid?".

"I was on duty in clinic, they've forced me to come here".

House stood, grinning, and passed close to her, too close for not having done it on purpose. He wanted to see If she was serious in acting indifferent with him...No, she wasn't serious since she moved away quickly.

"What about his mommy and daddy?".

"Probably they're not so present. The father isn't even here yet, and the mother has just worsened the situation" Foreman informed him.

House went out, going to the patient's room, followed by his team "He grew up with the nanny, like Chase".

"But I...".

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that, but it explains your repressed homosexuality" House stopped at the door, the kid was giving a hard time to two nurses that were trying to put on the drip. He grinned amused "Like all the rich, he's a spoiled brat".

The kid started to throw the pillows against the nurses.

"Or like all the lonely kids, he's only scared. After all, who wouldn't be in his place? In a hospital bed, surrounded by strangers and no one to care for him" Cameron said.

House stared at her as she watched the kid through the glass. He smirked and grabbed her by the sleeve of her labcoat. She didn't expect it and looked at him astonished.

"Ok, since the Bad and the Ugly are useless, let's try with the Good and the Prince Charming. In the meantime, you two go get mommy and make her spill everything she knows" and House walked into the room, slamming the door shut while she continued to struggle against his hold. House motioned to the nurse to leave.

Edward Jr. was one of those kids from the advertising, blond curls and blue eyes. If it wasn't for his too white skin, he seemed a very healthy child. He tossed and turned in bed, screaming like a mad man. House hit the table with his cane and the kid whirled around, afraid. House looked at him threatening.

"Watch that, do watch that O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou, dost wist?" House said.

Edward stood there, staring at him. Cameron looked at House, shocked. The diagnostician freed her from his hold and whispered in her ear "I knew that sooner or later watching 'A Clockwork Orange' again and again would come in handy".

Cameron kept staring at him as he turned to the kid. She smiled, he had brought her here for that. Cameron picked up a pillow from the floor, approaching the bed. The two looked at her with different reasons.

"Hi, Edward" she approached his bed, fixing his pillows. The kid initially tried to fight her, beginning to kick around, but when she moved a blond curl from his forehead with a gesture full of affection, he calmed down suddenly, letting her put on the drip, not taking his eyes off her.

Cameron took a syringe and drew some blood without any fuss from the kid. She smiled "That's it. It was not so bad, right?".

Edward smiled and shook his head.

House, who had stayed in a corner until then, approached the bed. She whirled around.

"Now that Beelzebub has calmed down, do the rest of the tests, including a CAT".

She nodded and he left the room, returning to his office. He entered, leaning his forehead against the glass door that separated the two rooms and rubbed his face, his head was killing him since she had done that gesture to the kid.

But above all, why his lips were tingling?

TBC...