I've been informed of two important points;
is OOC.
… wait, KUTNER'S DEAD?!!
HOLY SHIT PEOPLE, SINCE WHAT EPISODE?!?!?!?!!!
I'm only half way through season 5, here!! When the hell did Kutner croak…?
Okay, so, on problem 2, just pretend that magical pixies or something came and revived him with Toadflax and Pixie dust, m'kay? Yeah, we cool?
On prob. one, the reason Cuddy is a bit OOC is cuz she's stressed out. Remember when House was in that hostage situation and she just shut down, became like a robot? Yeah, well it's not quite as extreme as that;
She's being hounded on all sides by the government and separate agencies, been told to put some of her best doctors solely onto one case, and she knows there's something not quite right about Max and co, having met them. She's just stressed. That can tend to make people a bit OOC, okay? It's just a new situation for poor old Cuddy-sies, and she's the boss, so she needs to be on top of the situation, which isn't happening when she's been put on the backburner.
Does that explain? 0.0;
To: StalkerOfFang:
HoLy CrAp! You're the person who stole my penname! When I first came onto this site, that's what I was gonna be, but you're the one who got there first!! Thanks for the comment; I just had to throw that out there. =]
To: Zee Frostfeather:
G'day there! Thanks for taking the time to check out my story!! =] HEAR THAT PEOPLE, PRAISE THIS FELLOW FANFIC AUTHOR! THE ORIGINAL CREATOR OF THE HOUSE AND MAX CROSSOVER!!! (With a great title to match, teehee…) *Bows down to your awesomeness*
Thanks to all those that not only faved/alerted my story, but to also took the time to send me a nice little review! ^.^ Your reviews seriously do feed the plot bunnies, people. Keep sending 'em, and I'll try to at least churn out a couple more chapters soon! =]
DISCLAIMER: House MD and Maximum Ride go to their respective Author/producer/creator. Which, incidentally, ain't me. One day, if I ever get round to finishing one of my original stories, and manage to find someone crazy enough to publish it, the people will have to write disclaimers that say, "The original concept of this story goes to K.J. Power- the authoress. I DUNNO OWN IT." That'll be awesome. For now, it's gotta wait.
[EDIT: Okay, I was just informed that in episode 20 Kutner kills himself with a gun… shot to the head, apparently. The ironic thing? I decided to write this story after watching episode 19 of House- one episode off, shoot!
For this story, it won't be too hard to pretend that Kutner's still alive and kicking, yeah? Good. He and Thirteen (and maybe Foreman) are the only people of the new team that I can stand. Taub, why didn't you kill yourself? That would have made me happier! =] (No offense to Taub lovers, it's just my opinion)
And Wilson is gonna be fairly OOC, in this one. But, I figure, as an oncologist he doesn't have to deal with much of the gruesome stuff that House's team/ex-team have been desensitised to. ]
[EDIT NUMBAH 2: Errr… oh, yeah. Someone asked for a... "romantic scene"… between Max and Fang…
Let me just throw this out there… Romance- not my forte! I think I could write a better love scene between a bar of soap and a shoe. Seriously. I suck at Fax, especially, so I'm gonna stick with no pairings so as not to ruin the fic. Yes, there will be the whole, "and the room was suddenly brighter" thing between them… only cause that's in the book- canon, you could say. I'm thinking of writing a one-shot of Fax, to see how people like my brain fart of a "romantic scene". Trust me, it ain't pretty…]
"…and then she said, 'Go ahead. It's my ex-husband's car'!" The entire lunch table burst into a fit of laughter, the top shaking with the vibrations. Chase, who had headed back to the counter for seconds, pouted at having missed the joke. Wilson was the first to recover from his chuckles.
"You know, Cuddy's really stressed over this whole thing… it's making me worried about what we're going to have to deal with when," he threw a pointed glance at House, who sneered, "or if we get clearance." House's current, and ex-team, all raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, Wilson- when you're in House's team, you've already seen most of the stuff to get worried over. She's probably some special case or something… not really something to sweat over, so don't worry." Chase answered, slinging his arm over the back of the chair. The other doctors nodded, recalling some of the more…gruesome cases House had put them on. House grinned scarily, genuinely pleased with the grossed looks overcoming some of the younger doctors' faces.
"But, what if it's some kind of new, bacterial infection or something? Something really horrible?" he pressed, glancing warily at the huge, toothy shark-grin on House's face. Foreman gave him a sceptical look.
"Who here has dealt with a rapid, degenerative, flesh-eating disease before?" he asked, raising his hand. The entire table, minus Wilson, raised their hands. Wilson glanced around, spooked. "I rest my case." Foreman finished finally, dropping his hand to curl around his coffee. Wilson looked like he was about to object, before Cameron countered.
"Raise an arm if you've been knee-deep in fresh animal scat." Chase, Foreman, Cameron and Thirteen raised a hand. Wilson's brows furrowed. Kutner leaned over Taub to stare at Thirteen, confused.
"What?" she said, looking down at him, "It was a dare!"
"Ooo, Duckies, don't pick on the poor Oncoligis-"
House's pager suddenly went on a beeping rampage.
"Good news!" he smiled sarcastically, heaving himself off the cafeteria seat, stolen bun in hand. "Time to meet the brats!" he limped off, sculling his coffee, before dropping it onto another doctor's tray. The doctor sent dirty looks House's way, before turning back to his salad. The rest of the temporary, newly-formed team sighed, before following the deranged cripple.
Cuddy met them in the hall outside the cafeteria, turning on her heel without a word. The others shrugged at their boss's strange behaviour, but followed silently. Cuddy, even though as her heels clicked on the hospital floor, she held her chin up and her shoulders back- there was an air of wariness; and lack of sleep, if the make-up covered bags under her eyes were any clue.
House, ever so subtly, tried to wheel around once they reached the main floor of the hospital. Cuddy just called out.
"House, they're in room 402. If you're not there in five minutes, I'm going to send security to search through every room in this hospital for you." This made House falter a bit, before he disappeared around the corner.
"We may never see him again…" Cameron sighed, turning back to Cuddy.
"Actually, was that such a good idea?" Thirteen pressed, Foreman coming to back her up.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with House's immaturity and childish games right now. He can get his ass up there in five minutes, or I'm having security hunt it down. Next question." Cuddy sighed. They backed off.
"Since when are you so interested in my ass?" Came House's sassy reply, from somewhere down the hall.
"I swear, for a cripple, he's got some freaky super-hearing." Kutner said, glancing around like he was half expecting Foreman to be wired.
"402, right?" Wilson asked, pointing towards a room at the end of the hall. The blinds were shut, and there was probably identical plating to the one in the re-vamped office covering the other side of the glass. Cuddy took a deep breath, leaning lightly against the door for a second.
"Prepare yourselves," she warned "I think that sometimes she's even more of a mini-House than he is." Cuddy pushed open the door, leaving the others to giggle over Foreman's insulted face.
They stepped inside. It wasn't what they all expected- no guys in suits shadowing the kid's every move, no super-gadgets lining the wall. Just a single, lonely camera and a normal hospital room. But the occupants of the room? Well, one phrase came to mind.
…controlled chaos.
"Max! Max! I can't read this word!" an African-American girl shouted from beneath a pile of information books and atlases. She repeated her cry several times; before it clicked that the older girl was ignoring her. She rounded on the nearest older kid.
"I-Jeff! Jeff! I can't read this word!"
He sent her an incredulous look. "And you think I can?!"
The little girl, Ariel, was petting a small dog, talking to Zephyr, and looking at the teddy bears in the pages of a children's magazine.
The older girl, Max, was glaring at the box Zephyr was grinning into, and talking to Jeff at the same time.
And the darker boy, Nick, had a laptop perched on one knee, a packet of chips on the other, and was butting into Jeff and Max's conversation randomly.
They all turned at the sound of the door, then went back to their conversations. Taub and Foreman gave Cuddy a look. She just shrugged. Chase twisted to face his boss.
"Would I be right in thinking that a family history is also illegal?" Cuddy nodded absent-mindedly, before heading towards the exit. The team spluttered their disagreements- before she shut the door in their faces, with a look that said, 'shove it'.
So, they stood awkwardly by the back wall. Until Max decided to break the silence.
"So, are all doctors this mute?" Foreman stepped forward, while Cameron patted a flushed Wilson on the back.
"I'm Dr Foreman, and these are my colleagues: Dr Hadley," Thirteen raised a hand "Dr Kutner, Dr Taub," the two of them waved a little, Kutner leaning against the wall "Dr Cameron, Dr Chase," the duo smiled "and Dr Wils-"
"Hey, are you okay? He looks like he's having a breakdown!" Tiffany-Krystal said, having bounded over to her sister's bedside. Wilson gulped before nodding, replying with a slightly shaky, 'I'm fine'.
"-on. Dr Wilson." Foreman finished.
The room was kind of stuffy, and getting pretty cramped, with seven doctors and five siblings in the room.
Bark. Ruff.
Oh, yeah. And two dogs.
There was an awkward pause.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Do your worst." Jeff remarked, swinging a leg against the metal bed-frame twice.
Wilson spluttered for a second, about to reply, when the door slammed open with a loud bang.
"That's my job." He said, holding a medical-file package. The other doctors stared at it curiously for a second. The pale package was clearly marked, 'PATIENT HISTORY'. But, whose?
House sighed as his Ducklings continued to watch the parcel in his grip. The patient's family was likewise staring at his flaming (hot!) cane. Both House and his patient sighed melodramatically.
"Good help is so hard to come by these days…"
"I agree."
FEED THE EVIL PLOT BUNNIES! YES, THE CREEPY ONES THAT FOLLOW YOU AROUND ASKING FOR YOUR BLOOD-TYPE AND, 'HOW'S THAT COUSIN OF Y-
IGGY: *SOBBB*
MAX: …?
IGGY: NODBODY LOOOOVES ME!!!!!!!!
…
W.T.: Gazzy, what'd you put in Ig's Cheerios?
