AN: She's still unconscious! AH! Don't worry… she wakes up three sentences in. Hope you all enjoy! Review! They make me warm and fuzzy inside.

Oh, and I've read this story (as in the one I wrote, not one that I read and then jacked the idea from cuz that's not how it went down… it started as a dream) I don't know how many times and the words are kinda starting to run together, so if anyone would like to be a beta, and make sure that everything makes sense and whatnot, I would love them forever and ever, amen.

Part 9

I was on my third magazine when I sensed rather than saw her move. I checked my watch. Hmm… longer than I expected. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" I greeted her all too cheerfully.

She groaned. "What…?" Damn, even when she looks like death warmed over, she's still beautiful. I'm screwed. Oh, right, she wants to know what happened. Answer her dumb-ass!

"You passed out on your way off the platform last night. We admitted you, to be safe."

She scrubbed her hand over her face. "So, what's up?"

"Medical history. I need yours," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as opposed to relieved that she finally woke up.

"Don't have one."

I looked at her, disbelievingly and popped a Vicodin in my mouth, dry swallowing it. "I'm sorry, I went deaf for a moment. What?"

"I don't have a medical history. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada," Angela said, averting her eyes to the opposite wall, not meeting my eyes.

"And why not?" I asked. I did not like being lied to, and here she was doing it again.

"I'm adopted and my parents died last year in a boating accident. They never gave me my biological medical records."

"Oh, right, boating accident." I remembered the night she told me about them. " Alright, give me what you know."

"Had my tonsils out at 5, I'm up to date on all my shots, and other than that, I've only been in hospitals to visit people," she rattled off.

"Any allergies?"

"None that I know of."

"What medication do you take?"

"None."

"What are your medical complaints?"

"Well, you know that I fainted at the benefit. I'm actually still a bit woozy and I think my head is trying to split in two. My stomach is unhappy, too," she told me. She didn't look too well, she was pale, and her usually expressive eyes had lost their sparkle. WHY AM I NOTICING THINGS LIKE SPARK-LESS EYES?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??

Just then, Cameron came in with a medical file in her hand. "Oh, House, what are you doing in here?"

"I'm getting a medical history, what does it look like?"

"YOU are getting a medical history?"

"Cuddy's orders. Go find Thing 1 and Thing2 and have them bring my white board in here. We need to do a differential."

Cameron looked confused. "In here? But it's not customary to do a differential in front of the patient…"

"Also, Cuddy's orders. And the patient is also a resident here, so this will be a learning experience for her. Now, go."

"But, isn't she the girl who you played with last night? She can't be a resident…"

"Oh, I assure you, she can be. She's just that good. Leave." Turning back to Angela, I asked, "Anything else?"

"Umm… no… blackouts, I guess. I never know, because it normally happens when I'm watching TV or something."

I sat on the chair and made myself comfortable. The blackouts worried me. She hadn't been in the hospital that long, and she hadn't watched TV at all, so her fugue states were a pre-existing condition. I wanted to ask her about it, but she looked like she couldn't take much more questioning.

"What are you doing?" she asked pretending to be perturbed. Cuddy was probably looking in the window.

"Getting comfy. We're going to be the bestest buddies ever!!"

"Oh, Gawd, no!!!" Angela said, sarcastically.

Even though I wouldn't ask her a million medical questions, I had no problem flirting with her. I usually didn't go for the younger women… who am I kidding? I always go for women… if they're younger, it's just a bonus. But there was something about this particular women that had my chest tightening… along with other body parts…

I was trying not to enjoy our sarcastic banter, or at least appear to not like the turn our conversation had gone, but I couldn't help myself. Her charm was contagious, even to crotchety old Gregory House. But she had lied to me, and that was one of the few things I couldn't tolerate. That and cutting out a piece of my thigh.

Cameron returned and opened the glass, allowing Chase, Foreman, and herself in. Chase and Foreman made their way in burdened by the weight of the whiteboard from the office. "Alright. What's wrong with you again?"

"Fainted after singing in the lobby at the benefit, dizziness, splitting headache, upset stomach, blackouts," Angela answered, suddenly very interested in the hospital blanket keeping her warm.

I wrote those down. "Were the lights hot when you fainted?"

"Duh. Dr. House, you were there, you know that they weren't. It was an open lobby. I didn't over heat," Angela said. "If anything, I had the chills."

"So, you overheated," I said as I erased 'fainting spells' from the white board.

"House, it was an open lobby and she just said that she had the chills," Cameron argued.

"Who says flu? Anyone?" I asked.

"No fever," Foreman shot it down.

"STD?"

"No fever."

"And, I haven't had sex… well, you know."

I looked at her. My eyes travel down her body and then back up. "… Right…" I said, knowing the truth. My blood boiled in anger at her lie. "Alcohol? Drugs?"

"I don't drink! I don't have sex, and I don't do drugs!"

"Do the tests anyway. Someone might have dropped something into your drink. Don't forget the MRI. Check the liver for sclerosis." I looked at Angela, expecting a trumped up argument.

"You're not going to find decreased liver function. I don't drink."

"Just making sure. Don't worry, I'm sure if you can't pay for these tests, you can hock the beautiful gold flute Cuddy gave you," I said. It came out meaner than I had planned it to, but dammit! I was mad!

She looked as if I had slapped her and I immediately regretted my words. "No sclerosis," I told the team. "Forget the MRI and the drug tests." I shooed them away and looked at her curiously, "You don't have sex, you don't do drugs, AND you don't drink? What kind of college grad are you?" I asked. "I had a patient who was a super-model who did all that stuff… turned out to be a guy… funny story about that."

"Not all people do that."

Cuddy walked in just then. "Is House in here?" She spotted me. "Good," she said and left.

I looked back at Angela to find her furiously picking at the blanket. I reached over and stilled her hands.

"What the fuck, House?" she demanded. She had never sworn in front of me…

"Not anymore. By the way, good job acting it up for the Ducklings."

"You're impossible! One minute you're flirting with me, and actually acting human and the next you're cold as ice and insulting! What the hell is with you?"

"I had Cameron do a vaginal exam when you were unconscious. You have had sex. You lied to me, and that is one thing that pisses me off."

She started to say something, but stopped suddenly her eyes starting to bug out. The heart monitor is beeping wildly. Angela's eyes rolled backwards and her lids fluttered shut. She was choking… on nothing. I jumped up and raced over to her as fast as my leg would let me.

"Call a code!!!!"