A/N: Yay! The first time I have started writing my next chapter the day after I posted the last one. Go me!
Hope you enjoy and thank you to all of those that reviewed. Keep it up! Also, a shout out to all those who helped me with ideas for this chapter (you'd be surprised how long it takes to think of a good word for inspiration for a story…) although the biggest shout out to soccerchick13 for helping me choose between my top 3 ideas.
Lastly, please remember that each chapter is a one-shot so none of these stories are related. Especially this upcoming chapter; it is in no way linked to any of my other chapters.
Disclaimer: House is not mine….although sometimes, when I'm bored in social class (no offense to all you social studies lovers out there...) I like to pretend it is.
P.S: This chapter is under the supernatural category (mildly though, and it's more funny than anything)
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Thump. Step. Thump. Step. Thump. Step.
House rounded the glass corner as he sang a nice tune by Pink Floyd.
"We don't need no education! ...Hey teacher! Leave those kids alone."
A nurse looked at him strangely as he brushed passed her.
"Hey, what you looking at?" questioned House suavely. "Oh crap! I forgot my keys to my motorcycle in my office!" He spun around and made a mad dash – or the best dash a cripple could do – towards the elevator. Soft, drab music filled the confined space as the elevator rose two floors. The doors opened in time with the slight 'ding'.
House made his way down to his office when he noticed a dark figure sitting in his chair. He couldn't make out who it was from where he was at the moment, but as he got closer, he thought the form resembled Stacy. Once outside his office, staring through the glass walls, he was positive it was Stacy. Although he could only see the back of her, as she was turned around.
What the hell is she doing here? I just told her I don't want her. Can she not get the hint? She's the one who even left me in the first place. She only came back because a cripple has got to be better than a person in a wheelchair. At least in her mind anyways. I guess if I was her, I'd choose me too. But I might be a little bias on this whole situation. Argh. She isn't moving. Well, time to go put her in her place…again.
He swung open the door, with a bit of unnecessary force so she could hear him come in. A loud, raspy hiss came from Stacy.
"I'm assuming you didn't get your coffee this morning?" sarcastically sniped House.
Slowly Stacy turned her head so it was completely turned around as if she was an owl. This is not normal… Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but it seemed like she could still see every move he made. She grabbed the empty coffee cup off of House's desk, which he hadn't noticed there before, and chucked it at his head. With a thunk, it bounced off and fell to the floor.
"Okay, so you got your coffee," he said while scrunching up his face in thought. "Time of month?"
She turned her head back to its normal position and got out of her chair. She quickly rushed over to House who was trying to make a quick escape. He was too late. Stacy had already locked the door. She growled and walked up to House. House was too quick for her; she went to grab his arm, but he moved it in time. This seemed to aggravate Stacy because now her eyes were turning a deep shade of crimson.
Side-stepping, House was trying to make his way to the other side of the room, where there was another door, but Stacy with her newfound powers, got there first and locked it.
"Stacy, dear," House said only slightly belittlingly, "I know you want me, but I don't like overly psychotic women."
After a moment of thought he added a smile.
"GRRRAAAH!" She threw her arms in the air and ran around the office three times, all the while making ape noises.
FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK!
FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK! FLASHBACK!
"Hello Stacy," said the lunch lady as she grabbed the Cesar salad with her tongs. "It's nice to see you back here….why are you back here anyways?"
Stacy took her tray and hesitantly said, "Well…I don't know…"
"Yes you do. Come on, you can trust me." She bashed her long eyelashes.
Stacy took a deep breath and then leant in a little closer so no one could overhear.
"Okay, my husband Mark and I are having a fight again and so I came back here to see a certain person to "cheer me up", if you know what I mean," Stacy explained.
The lunch lady gasped and put her hand to her mouth. She glared at Stacy until she left to join the sea of hungry hospital staff.
"I can't believe she would do something like this!" the lunch lady said to herself quietly. "Actually I can, but that's not the point now is it. No. Okay, let's make her pay for wanting to harm my favorite doctor in this hospital."
She held a finger up to the next person in line, signaling them to wait for a second. Quickly and efficiently, she grabbed the cup of coffee that Stacy had left on the serving counter and went to the back room. Immediately she located her backpack she brought to work this morning and pulled out a plugged beaker. Inside, a red, bubbling liquid sloshed around. Hastily, she pulled the plug out of the neck of the beaker and poured it into Stacy's coffee.
She half jogged to the table where Stacy was sitting.
"Stacy! You forgot your coffee." The lunch lady handed the Styrofoam cup to Stacy.
"Thanks." Stacy grabbed the cup and took a large gulp.
END OF FLASHBACK! END OF FLASHBACK! END OF FLASHBACK! END OF FLASHBACK! END OF FLASHBACK! END OF FLASHBACK! END OF FLASHBACK!
Wilson was just getting ready to leave for home. He had an extra two patients at the present time, which meant only one thing, a heck of a lot more paperwork. Wilson was enjoying the quiet stroll through the wide hallway, when he heard a loud ape noise coming from House's office. He glanced inside and immediately noticed Stacy running around like a monkey, House standing in the corner trying not to get hit, and the fact that Stacy looked possessed.
He knocked softly on the glass to get House's attention. House slowly moved his head towards Wilson, but didn't take his eyes off of Stacy until the last possible moment. He noticed his best friend right away and swiftly moved and opened the locked door.
Wilson wrinkled his face in confusion and asked, "Why didn't you just come open the door instead of cowering in the corner?"
"Firstly, I was not cowering and secondly, it's amusing watching her." After a short pause, he added, "Good thing I didn't marry her, huh?"
Wilson sniggered.
"Stacy! What's wrong with you?" Wilson shouted.
At this comment, Stacy abruptly stopped her ape antics and spun her head around to look at the two men standing in the doorway. Eyes aglow, she lunged towards House; her mouth wide open like a tiger about to kill its prey. Finally, her mouth connected with House's arm.
"Ow! Get off of me! Wilson, why are you just standing there with your mouth hanging open? Get her off of me!" House commanded.
Indeed Wilson's mouth was hanging open. He couldn't believe his eyes. Did he really just see Stacy, who is usually fairly calm, attack House and bite him?
At last Wilson realized that this was actually happening, and grabbed Stacy's waist to pull her off of House. She slugged him in the gut.
Winded, he sat down and leaned against the wall.
House, infuriated yet astounded that Stacy had just in fact sucker punched his best friend, slapped Stacy's face.
Her eyes began to return to their normal shade of brown and her color returned.
As if nothing had happened, she questioned, "There you are Greg! I've been looking all over for you. Mark is out of town at a conference and we've had an argument so I was wondering-"
House cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"You just ran around my office with glowing red eyes like and ape, then physically attacked me and then to top that all off you sucker punched Jimmy over there. And unless you were going to ask me to be your marriage counselor, the answer is no."
"No I didn't."
This made House laugh.
"Oh okay Stacy, sure you didn't."
"I didn't! I came up here to ask you something, and now you're here and I started to ask you and then you began to accuse me of things I would never do," Stacy whined.
House motioned towards Wilson, "I have a witness."
"Even if you do have a witness, no one is going to believe you two."
Wilson spoke up, "She has a point House. If, say, Cameron and Chase came and told me that Foreman just did what Stacy did, I wouldn't believe them. I'd give them directions to the third floor."
"So we're just going to keep quiet about this and never mention it to anyone?" House inquired.
Wilson confirmed, "We're just going to keep quiet."
"Okay, Cuddy wouldn't believe this anyways."
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
A/N: So that's that. Another chapter in about a week! Woot woot! Sorry it has been this long, I found a good book and my family had a hard time prying it out of my hands.
I finally finished it today, you should read it (Velocity by Dean Koontz), although I wouldn't suggest it for those under the age of 12-ish..it's kind of gruesome.
Remember to review…even though I am getting more and more reviews for each chapter, still only 5 reviews and 149 hits for the last chapter! Does anyone else see something wrong with this?
Have a great day!
.moo.