"You've got to be crazy," Cuddy demanded, "Are you seriously auctioning my son?"
"Ma'am, we have no choice. Mr. Menchovik's coach has placed a bid for custody of him. We have no choice," The social worker said, behind her desk,
"But this is violation to my rights as a parent!" She pleaded.
"Ma'am, I'm afraid this trial is inevitable. Besides, if you think you're good enough of a parent, then you should win this, right?" She asked, one eyebrow raised.
Cuddy was outraged. In a huff, she stormed out the door to go to her lawyer's office.
House paced in his office, twirling his cane absentmindedly. A knock at his door brought him back to reality. His boss, Lisa Cuddy, stood outside the glass. He sighed and waved her in. She entered, and collapsed in a chair.
"House, I don't know what to do," She half sobbed, tears threatening to betray her,
"Well why are you asking me?" House demanded.
"You're the last person I want to ask, House," She choked, "But I don't know who else would know what to do!"
"So, what you're trying to say is, that you look up to me?" He mocked, his eyes glinting,
"House, not today," Cuddy growled,
"Rigghhttt," He sighed, elongating the word,
"What do I do?" She asked,
"You never told me the problem?" He shot back,
"HOUSE!"
"Alright, alright, so what did the social worker say?"
"She said that she had no choice for a trial at Family Court," She sobbed, "And I just don't know what to do. House- House, I'm going to lose him!"
"Calm down," he mumbled, "I'll find something out to help, but in return, for me-"
"You're seriously asking me for a favor?" she said, bewildered.
"Yep,"
"Fine, what to you want?" she sighed,
"Fifty hours off clinic duty," He grinned a rare grin,
"Fine," she spat back, "Just- Just help me."
"So who's the guy that you're against?"
"Williamson," She cried, "Coach Williamson,"
"Alright," He said, "I'll see what I can do."
Bad news, guys and girls. I have pneumonia and bronchitis. Soo I won't be updating for a week or two. I'm really sorry right now, but I feel like (shit) right now, and I have a migraine. I'm really sorry. By the way, I'm stalling right now with the plot- care to help? I could really use suggestions for what to write next time. Just review or Private Message me.
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