11/16/2008
Disclaimer: I don't own House, Cuddy or the Ducklings, they belong to David Shore. I don't own the song "Nobody Drinks Alone". It's sung by Keith Urban.
Rated M Please R&R
A/N: Please see previous chapters for other A/N's. AU story. My apologies for the lateness and shortness of this chapter, I've been busy with work.
Nobody Drinks Alone Chapter 4
House and rehab went together like oil and water. He did everything in his power to piss off, annoy and generally disregard everything that the staff told him to do. He would skip group and individual therapy sessions, cause trouble with the other members of the clinic and generally raise hell. After all, House thought of this as a time to mess around. In other words, typical House.
Cuddy and Wilson were kept up to date on House's antics and of course they berated him for it when they came to visit him. Not that he cared. To him, this was all a free ride. House's supervisor's warned him that if he caused one more incident that he'd be kicked out of the program. Cuddy and Wilson were informed of this too and Cuddy threatened that if House didn't shape up and fly straight that he'd be looking at 3 months worth of clinic duty, supervised by Cuddy of course. Cuddy also threatened to take away House's PSP and his other forms of entertainment. Cuddy knew how much House loved his PSP. Being Dean of Medicine always had its perks.
House knew that Cuddy wouldn't really make him do supervised clinic hours for a year, nor would she take away his PSP. He laughed in her face when she told him of the threat. Cuddy just rolled her eyes and sighed.
It wasn't long after Cuddy and Wilson visited House that Cuddy got a call at 3:00am. It was House's supervisor telling Cuddy that House had been kicked out the program. When Cuddy asked what he had done, and the supervisor told her, Cuddy wasn't the least bit surprised. She hung up the phone and went and got House. Cuddy promptly dropped House off at his apartment and told him to be at the clinic by 8:00am. Those were the only words she had spoken to him the entire trip as she drove him back to his apartment. And it was then that House knew she was pissed off at him, big time.
Wilson too was mad as hell that House had gotten kicked out of the program. House of course, made light of the situation, but Wilson wouldn't talk to his best friend. Wilson avoided House at all costs. House had never seen Wilson this mad at him before, even with all of the crap he'd pulled in the past. Wilson and Cuddy both refused to talk to him.
The next 3 months passed at a snail's pace for House. The only thing things that took up his time were cases and yes, the supervised clinic duty hours Cuddy had threatened him with. The only thing that kept his interest was Pauline his hooker. Her and countless others.
During these 3 months, Wilson and Cuddy thought that House was clean from drugs and alcohol. But they would have thought wrong. Little did they know that House had been scoring drugs from a buddy of his, named Steve. Steve was providing House with his new drug of choice, which happened to be Ketamine. It was House's drug of choice when he was shot by that crazy guy a few years back.
House of course knew all about Ketamine, it was better than morphine could ever be. It didn't take away his pain completely, but it brought the pain level down from an 8 to a 5, which was more manageable for House. In the months that House was taking Ketamine, he wondered how long it would be until Cuddy or Wilson noticed, not that he cared anyway. He was getting high again and it felt really good.
Little did House know that his drug use would catch up with him and this time the consequences would be far worse than clinic duty and rehab.