A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Class's start up again soon and with a deadline for submission for a presentation looming over my head, I don't know how often I'll update this.
Chapter 4: Alcohol is bad.
"I should have kept Big Love." House said sitting in the conference room. He was bored, bored enough that he did a few clinic hours. There was nothing to do and no interesting cases had come to his attention. His paperwork was caught up Foreman was good for that, even if the former fellow annoyed him more now then ever. Worst of all no one was doing anything he could mock.
Kutner looked up from his comic book confused. House had already used all his ammunition on Kutner and his comic books.
"He was an easy target." House said sighing with frustration. He noticed how Thirteen was studying him again.
Earlier that morning, House had limped into the office looking worse for wear. He had sat behind his desk for only a minute when he felt his stomach lurch. Soon he was vomiting in the wastebasket. His body violently expelling the poisonous liquid he had consumed in large amounts the night before. Alcohol was bad in large amounts, House decided as he finished emptying his stomach from the offensive liquid. Afraid to drink anything at the moment he tried to spit the bile taste out of his mouth. Just the thought of alcohol was enough to make his stomach lurch, not the word itself, but the names. SoCo, Jim Bean, Marks Mark, and the best of all Jack Daniels. Those made his stomach lurch, and threaten to try bring itself up.
"I know I'm pretty but please don't end up like Cameron and have a crush on me." House said forgetting that he was actually dating Cameron at the moment. Well that was questionable after the fight they had the night before.
Thirteen said nothing. Knowing it was better to keep her observation to herself.
"Someone go find a case. Remind me why you guys won." House said getting up and limping out of the conference room annoyed and bored. Those two ingredients always led him to one place.
Walking into Wilson's office without knocking House was actually sad not to see one of Wilson's patients in the room. Just Wilson studying a file.
"What do you need House? I'm kind of busy with work and all."
"The kids haven't gotten me a new toy." House said sitting down on Wilson's couch relaxing.
"I see you are feeling better this afternoon."
House frowned, who tattled on him. Probably Foremen, the others were still too loyal to him to narc him out. Well he thought they were, the hospital seemed to dislike his new fellows because of their loyalty. Even if it was a twisted loyalty, House thought, unconsciously rubbing his abdomen where Thirteen had poked him for the liver biopsy.
"Much better." House said smiling, not giving Wilson a chance to peruse his long winded lecture, House was sure he had. "So you and Cuddy are going to get married?"
"That is usually what happens when you propose to someone." Wilson said noticing the change of subject, but he had one of his own. "What did you do to Cameron last night?"
"What two consenting adults do when they are horney." House said they both knew he was lying.
"She came to see me." Wilson said letting House know his lie was a waste of time.
House rolled his eyes, was he in high school. "What did she say mommy?"
"Did you have to be so mean?" It was Wilson's turn to roll his eyes, "Wait, I forgot who I was talking too."
"Do you forget who you are talking to often?" House said trying to finish the conversation.
"Only when it is you." Wilson sniped back. "What is so wrong with her inviting your parents down?"
"Besides the fact she knows I hate my father?"
"You don't hate your father."
"Now besides being my best friend, my doctor, my therapist, now you think you are what my feelings too? Can tell me how I feel about people?" House said uncharacteristically seriously upset with Wilson. Wilson had not seen him this angry since the Tritter fiasco. House struggled to his feet and limped out of the room ignoring Wilson's attempts to stop him.
He was halfway to his office when he beeper went off. Growling he grabbed it from where it rested on his belt and checked the message. Cuddy wanted to see him. What the fuck! He thought, he had done his clinic hours, unless someone tattled on him being hung-over when he first showed up this morning. Hung-over was ok, drunk wasn't, and he had not been drunk.
Walking to the elevator Thirteen rushed up, listing off symptoms of a patient she found. House signed, "You must be my new lobby art." He gave her the disease to test for as the elevator opened. Once the doors closed he reached in his pocket and took one of his vicoden, he could feel the headache coming back. He worked with idiots, and fuck Wilson, well not literally though there were a lot of rumors about the two.
When the doors opened to the lobby House was getting ready to walk off the elevator when Cameron stopped him by standing in front of him.
"We need to talk." Cameron said her voice cold, signaling she was still mad.
"But we are at work dear." House said going to move around her, but she moved in the way.
"It's lunch time." Cameron said walking on the elevator and pressing the button that would take them all the way to the roof.
House just leaned back against the elevator and prepared himself for battle. He knew after they fought it would be over. Cameron would leave him, and he found that he had not cared if she did. He did not love her, yeah he liked her, she was great in bed, that he would miss. But as for a long term relationship, the thought of it made him shiver and not in a good way. Life with Cameron felt like living in a copy of Better Homes. Everything was perfect, and happy happy happy. He was not perfect nor was he happy happy happy. Quite the opposite, and even more so since he started to sleep with her, but that probably was not the cause of his unhappiness. She just happened to be the best target for it.
Why had he caved in and decided to date her finally? It had been a question he asked himself a hundred times over. Despite already having an answer, he couldn't accept it. He was not that type of person, the type of person that dates someone because their best friend is dating the person they really want to be with. No that was not him, therefore that answer just wrong.
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Cuddy looked nervous at the man in her office. "I'm sure he is on his way."
She lied, and hoped the man did not see her lie. She had tried to warn him that there was little if any chance that House would come when she paged him. It was a sad fact of her job, she could control everything in the hospital but House.
"He better." The man said not taking his eyes off Cuddy.
Her hands sat in plain view on the desk, her fingers started to tap nervously against the wooden finish. She had been willing to page House after some persuasion, the persuasion left her face aching, she hoped at the time House would do what he always did, ignore her page. She prayed that he would ignore her page, for his sake.
"So what do you want from him?" Cuddy asked trying to keep her voice from quivering in fear.
"I want him to see my daughter." The man said, "I tried to go through normal channels but he ignored my letters, doctors request for consults, and even phone calls."
Cuddy noticed the man, who was well dressed, and not the type of man you expected to hold you at gunpoint. He was not use to not getting his way, and when he didn't he brought in his hired gun. The guy who had smacked Cuddy was in her private bathroom, probably listening and waiting for House. They had not locked the door yet so the misanthrope could barge in like he normally did. They must have done her homework, Cuddy thought bitterly.
"I could get him…" She didn't get to finish before the man interrupted her.
"You can't get Gregory House to do anything he doesn't want to do." The man snapped looking at his watch, "What is taking him so long?"
"He probably is in with a patient." Cuddy tried to see how much homework the man had done.
The man rolled his eyes, "I know everything about you and him, he doesn't go see patients. Now do I have to send my friend to visit your dear Dr. Wilson?" The man asked, the threat very clear.
"I can page him again." Cuddy said grabbing her phone and dialing the pager by heart trying not to sound desperate as she told House to get to her office now or he would be without a job. She wasn't lying. If these men killed her, the next dean of medicine would kick House out of the hospital. The board would be all too happy to get rid of House, and even Wilson wouldn't save the mans job.
