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A House MD Fanfic
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash, Sick Child, Spoilers, AU? Season 4 never happened, Foreman, Cameron, and Chase are still working for House
Pairings: House/Wilson, Chase/Cameron, others may follow
Disclaimer: I do not now nor will I ever own the wondrous possession known as House. It belongs to whomever it belongs to. I do not own the New York Times. I do own Dakota and Alice. I also own this plot.
Author's Note: Onto chapter one! Woohoo!
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Chapter One
"The Healer with his magic powers,
I could rub his gentle brow for hours,
His manly chest, his stubbled jaw,
Everything about him leaves me raw - with joy.
Oh, House, your very name,
Will never leave this girl the same."
James Wilson wiped tears from his eyes, reading this never got old. The poem was written by an eighty-two year old ex-patient of House's, obviously a confused old woman. He knew House was sick of hearing this, but in his opinion, you can never have too much of a good thing.
"Reading that crap, again?" Long fingers ripped the page from his grasp, it didn't matter, he had memorized it, however, it was a rude thing to do, not that House cared.
"I still say it's amazing for an eighty-two year old." He turned to face the bright blue eyes of his best friend, quirking a grin as he grabbed at the paper. It twitched just out of his reach, causing him to stumble forward slightly. He tried again, to the same end.
"The Healer with his magic powers," He called out, reciting the poetry for everyone in the clinic. "I could rub his --" A cane slammed into his shin, causing him to ditch the effort in order to cling to his leg, moaning in pain. Oh god, that stung.
"If you try that again, they'll all know that you paint your toenails." House leaned back supporting his weight on his cane, smirking as people gave Wilson disgusted looks and moved towards the exits. "Oops, guess they know anyway."
"You devilish bastard. You knew they'd leave, didn't you? This was all some ploy to escape a few hours of clinic duty. God, Cuddy's going to kill you." The smirk confirmed it as House limped towards the nearest exam room. The smirk disappeared when he found two people had beat him there.
"Oh. My. God."
Flustered, the couple pulled away from each other, flushed with shame and the last tinges of excitement. Chase fixed his labcoat as Cameron rebuttoned her blouse.
"I'd say you two need to get a room, but I guess you failed at that already."
Chase coughed, embarrassed, and Cameron fled the scene, forgetting her coat on the examination table. House reached his cane out, lifting the jacket up and tossing it at the blonde doctor.
"Shoo, she'll need this. We have a case."