Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Home of Dr. Gregory House.

Dr. House was little less than a medical legend to some, with his sarcasm and attitude combined with his experience and knowledge. He often showed up to work more than fifteen minutes late, and refused the cases that he did not find "interesting". Recently House's team had undergone a large makeover, as members Dr. Chase was fired and Dr. Foreman and Dr. Cameron resigned. After a large interview of 40 possible new victims for House, he hired three. Dr. Chris Taub, a slightly balding but insightful and helpful doctor; Dr. Lawrence Kutner, a dark-skinned doctor who was willing to take risks; and the one who mystified House with her past, "Thriteen."

Dr. House walked in the door, using his cane to balance his bad leg while he held his motorcycle helmet under his other arm. He didn't stop until he reached his office, where he kicked back in his chair, propped his feet up on his desk, and stared at the empty white board he always wrote on while with his team. Dr. James Wilson, probably House's only friend within the hospital, knocked and entered. "You realize how late you are, don't you?" He asked. When House failed to answer, or make a nasty comment about his colorful tie, he asked, "Is everything okay?"

"For a minute there I thought I actually missed Cutthroat Bitch"--a doctor interviewing among the 40 that he nicknamed--"But I realized it was just gas."

"Cuddy sent me--"

"Did she ever get her thong back?"

Wilson ignored the question. "She asked me to get you. She said you had a case that would fit your standards of "interesting". She wants to see you immediately."

House pulled his bad leg from off the table. "I should wait for my new team to get here, but what the hell? It's there fault for being late, anyway." He leaned on his cane and exited his clear, glass-walled office. "What kind of case?"

"She didn't say."

"I bet she didn't. I--" Dr. House watched as a group of doctors surrounded an incoming patient that just came in from an ambulance. People were running over just to take a look. House did not delay, and he rushed over to satisfy his curiosity. "Watch out, cripple coming though! Move it, you heartless, little--" he stopped as soon as he saw the patient on the rolling bed. "Holy crap." House quickly turned to face Wilson. "What the hell is Spider-Man doing here?"

"Wow..."

House turned to see Wilson staring at the unmoving body of the super hero, stunned.

"You wanna break into his room and steal his pillowcase? It'll go for a lot on EBay."

"He saved my aunt a year ago. She was almost hit by a stolen car."

"You go buy him a thank-you card. I'm going to find Cuddy. I want the 'hero'." And House sped down and around the corner, using his cane to push off. His mind was jumbled with all sorts of possibilites why Spider-Man was here and what happened. He opened the door to Cuddy's office, intruding on her phone call. He reached, grabbed the phone out of her hand, and hung up on whoever was on the other line.

"House! That was--"

"I want Spider-Man."

"What?"

"He just arrived here on a stretcher. I want him."

"House," Cuddy said, her dark brown, curly hair bouncing as she stood. "You already have your case."

"Yes, but I want that one."

"He's already under someone else's care. Just work on the case you've been assigned." She handed House the case-folder. "I need to go see whoever's in charge of Spider-Man." And, heels clacking on the floor, she raced out. House, not satisfied at all with how the conversation ended, followed at a distance.

After chasing her around the floor, she stopped to speak with a doctor. The doctor placed a folder on the counter and followed Cuddy down the hall where they could talk more privately. House, grinning, placed his own case folder down on the counter beside it. He placed both hands on each folder, did a quick swap, and picked up the case folder. He walked away on his cane, looking down at the case folder open before him. Spider-Man. Bingo.

House returned to his office, where his new team was waiting for him. House threw the folder on the table. "Okay, Angels. Move. We need to find this patient and move him where no one else can get to him."

Kutner gasped. "Spider-Man? He's here?"

House nodded. "I don't care what's wrong with him. He's got freaky mutant powers, that's all I care about. Find him and--"

"We could move him to the Quarantine Wing. Pick an isolated, private room to put him in. It'll be better for the patient anyway--a lot less attention there than a regular room," said Thirteen.

House nodded. "What are you waiting for? Go!" House exclaimed. He followed his team out, telling them to cover him up so no one would notice the hospital's new celebrity. House, wanting to know what happened, went downstairs to see the news playing on the television monitors staioned near the waiting areas. Suddenly a girl rushed inside the hospital. Her eyes were trying not to let out the tears they were holding. Her nose was almost as red as her hair. House watched as the girl went to the reception desk. The woman attending pointed to House. House rolled his eyes as the teenage girl approached him.

"You know, that receptionist has herpes. I diagnosed her, that's why she sent you--"

"Please...where is he?"

"Where is who? Specifics would help. Big hospital."

"You know who. Where is he?" The girl asked.

"He would be..."

The girl whispered, "Spider-Man. Where is he?"

House narrowed his eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"Just tell me."

House pondered for a moment, his eyes fixed on the red-haired girl. He analyzed her, looking up and down. He was silent, his mind pouring out all its contents. After a long moment he said, "You know who he is, don't you?"

The girl's eyes widened, but she didn't reply. "Why would you?--please, just tell me where he is. I came all this way as soon as I heard."

"He's out like a light in the Quarantine Wing. Or, he should be. If not...my team's slower than my last one. Come, follow me--not so fast, kid! Cripple! Hello!?" House said with practiced sarcasm. The girl trailed Dr. House carefully, her eyes fixed directly in front of her. House entered the elevator, allowed her inside, and pressed a button with his cane. The doors closed, and the two were taken up by the machine. The girl didn't say anything.

"How long have you known?" He asked her.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The doors opened. "Sure you don't," he said, and headed down to the wing.

A/N: Thanks so much for all the positive, motivating reviews! It means so much! I have never written for Dr. House, so it's a challenge for me--he's such an amazing character. But I'm giving it my all!