OMFG. 15 reviews? Such nice reviews. I love you all. ^o^
As for the reason for having a semi-in character fic…well I tried really hard. c: [IsaNaNoWriMoWriter]
Oh and if you're reading this and you're not reading PartyPantsCuddy's fic, then please read it. ^.~ I like it.
Warning- slight(or not slight?) OCC-ness this chapter. (I THINK!)
Oh and there's also a little Chemy and Wilson/Sam...is there a name for that? o.O
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"…I'm pregnant?" Cuddy breathed. She couldn't breath. It was House's. There was no possible way out of it not being House's. And she didn't want to have a child with House.
Or did she?
"I- um." Chase said, not looking up at Cuddy. "I promise not to tell House." Chase said, getting up. "Oh come on, you're going to be a great mother. You already are." Chase handed Lisa the folder and smiled quietly.
"Thank you for the comforting words Chase, but this is House's child, and it's not the baby I'm worrying about, but Greg." Cuddy realized her slip, and watched Chase intently. He decided not to comment.
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"Oh Wilson, are you up for a little white lie?" Chase asked, coming into James's office. He unlike House, actually knocked, but didn't wait for Wilson to answer.
"Depends on the lie. If it's about House getting his Vicodin back, then no." Wilson said, bringing up his coffee mug to his lips.
"Did you take his Vicodin?" Chase asked.
"Uh, never mind." Wilson said, returning to his newspaper.
"Cuddy's pregnant." Chase announced. Wilson choked on his coffee, spewing the coffee all over the desk.
"Pregnant?" Wilson wheezed before coughing. The coffee went every wrong way that was possible. "How- I- what's the white lie?" Wilson asked, out of breath, and out of ideas about how the child wasn't House's. Either Cuddy was suffering some sort of strange disorder and was actually pregnant for the last year with Lucas's child, or the child was House's and then they were all screwed.
"Not to tell House." Chase said. Wilson nodded numbly. "Okay." Chase said and left the office, closing the door behind him.
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"Okay Rachel, this may hurt a little." House said as got ready to draw the blood. Masters and Thirteen were staging a little puppet show to distract Rachel.
"But puppy no fly!" Rachel exclaimed, as the brown dog hand puppet .
"I'm not flying! I'm jumping!" Masters squeaked, the hand puppet on her hand doing a little dance. Rachel tried to clap her hands, but one of her arms was being held down by House.
"More like you need to jump out of a window." House muttered, inserting the needle into the crook of Rachel's arm. Rachel yelped a little bit, but didn't start crying.
"You're taking care of Rachel?" Cuddy's voice sounded from the doorway.
Martha and Remy looked like two deer in headlights, deer with hand puppets on their hoofs, but House looked like he always looked. Except a little softer than usual.
"Yes, yes I am." House said, getting up from the crouching position. "I'll need to excuse myself, since I need to go run a blood test. But you can amuse yourself by watching the puppet show that Thirteen and Masters were doing." House said, and limped out of the room, the automatic sliding door closing behind him.
"You okay, Cuddy?" Thirteen asked as Lisa stared at the floor, rubbing her temples.
"Oh, I'm fine." Cuddy muttered. "You okay, sweetie?" Lisa asked, placing a hand onto Rachel's forehead. Rachel nodded.
"I want a coowkie!" Rachel exclaimed, smiling.
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"Heads up!" House exclaimed as he threw two puppets at Thirteen and Masters.
"Um…" Thirteen mumbled staring at the tabby cat puppet in her hands. Chase laughed. "Is there a raise for explaining our theories while embarrassing yourself?" Thirteen asked.
"Uh… no." House said.
"Then no deal." Thirteen sent the cat flying across the room, the puppet taking a swerve towards Taub and hitting him straight in the head.
"So, I have a cat on my face." Taub said, pulling the puppet of his face.
"Cuddy's blood test came back positive for E. Coli… so it's just simple food poisoning." Foreman said. House nodded.
"Treat her with simple antibiotics then." House said, as he walked over to his recliner. "What's are you still doing here?" House asked and the sound of scraping chairs sounded through the office.
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"Wilson, I need to tell him. I don't want to tell him, but I need to tell him." Lisa sighed, sitting in front of Wilson's desk, her temples pounding with a headache that wasn't going anywhere.
"And he'll just act immature as usual. Unless you want to take him back, don't tell him." Wilson said.
"James, he's the father!" Cuddy exclaimed.
"Lisa, it's going to work out. You've already taken care of one child on your own, and it turned out great." Wilson said, realizing the Cuddy was no longer sitting.
"Yes, but Rachel is neither my nor House's biological child!" Lisa snapped. Wilson sighed, knowing that Cuddy was right.
"It's your choice." Wilson said, and Lisa stormed out of the room.
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"House, I need to talk to you." Cuddy said, coming into House's office where she saw him and a hooker making out.
"What?" House asked.
"Actually never mind." Cuddy said, and left, tears beginning to come down her cheeks.
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Blargh, blargh, blargh. Don't ask, I'm having a bad writing day. .-.
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