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Chapter 10

If there was one thing of which he was firmly convinced, it was that If the Beethoven's Ninth couldn't wake him up, there was anything else. He was in the elevator with eyes closed and the second movement at full volume in his ears.

The doors opened and a full active Foreman started to update him with the news about Edward...probably...Because reading lips at three in the morning it's not so easy. He saw something similar to "sleeping hours" as the double basses made their entrance in his hears.

"But are you listening to me?" Foreman asked annoyed.

House took off his headphones and the neurologist heard the volume of his music.

"Well, since he's sleeping, monitor him with and do an ECG" House ordered, going to his office with Foreman with him.

"You know that you could be crashing against something or killing someone, listening to music so high while you're on your bike?" Foreman asked.

House widened his eyes as they entered the conference room and he swallowed a Vicodin "Beethoven has never hurt anyone".

Chase smiled amused while Cameron was sitting at the table. They stared at each other for a moment and he grinned again. She breathed deeply.

"Where are the scans?" House asked.

"In your office" Foreman replied.

House walked away, taking off his jacket and showing off a blue and white striped pajama top and black pants. Chase and Foreman observed him, chuckling.

"You look at my ass again and you'll understand how Tritter felt that afternoon".

House looked at the scans of the kid's chest. Then he connected his i-Pod to speakers and his team jumped for the high volume of the orchestra. House turned to his desk and took a pen "So, let's see if I can remember how a normal heart looks like..." he drew a heart on the scans "A swollen one has this shape" he drew another "Now, not to be picky, but the kid's one is not the same to either of them!".

The heart of Edward was among the House's two. He turned to her, looking angry "But what the hell were you thinking when you were doing the biopsy?".

Cameron stared at him stunned "You...you said to begin the therapy. I told you I was not 100% sure of the results!".

"Good excuse! Really!" he turned to the scans again "He's neither fish nor fowl. Where's the total body scan?".

Chase put it next to the scans and House stared at it. He tilted his head to the right and to the left.

"What do you want to do?" Chase asked.

"Silence" House ordered.

"Well, in the meantime we can continue to monitor him" Foreman proposed.

They stood up to leave but House's voice stopped them.

"Did you know that Beethoven was deaf when he composed the 'Ode to Joy'? Completely deaf, they say that when the piece was performed for the first time, the emphasis was so intense when the composer began to conduct the orchestra, with movements so beautiful that the women in the room fainted, some people cried and he was shocked by this. Just because they had never heard sing Freddy".

The three doctors looked at each other without understanding.

"Edward's heart is shocked as Beethoven. It reacts to external stimuli such as people reacted to the piece. Just that he knows the voice of Freddy" House explained.

"So what?" Chase asked.

"His heart is different from ours. It has a hole".

"Edward has a hole in his heart?" Foreman asked confused.

House continued to stare at the total body scan, biting his lower lip.

Cameron moved to observe it closely and he didn't expect it. He looked at her curiously.

"It's not a bad idea" Cameron agreed after a while.

"I know, it's mine".

She smiled, still looking at the scan "But we can't still not see the typical form of the tetralogy of Fallot".

"We have a heart of Fallot?" Chase asked amazed.

Foreman and Chase moved closer to look at the scan as House kept looking at her. She turned to him and smiled.

"We need a specialist's opinion. Well, they will never agree with your assumptions at 3:00am" Foreman scoffed.

House and Cameron continued to look at each other. He was grinning while she smiled challenging.

"Find the idiot chief of Cardiology and take it to him" House ordered.

Chase chuckled, taking the scan and going out.

Foreman followed him.

She stood there, hands on hips as if she was challenging him.

"The article is yours, try not to get fooled again" House said.

Cameron raised an eyebrow satisfied and turned to leave.

He reached for his beloved i-Pod.

"By the way, nice pajamas" she smiled.

House barely had time to turn around, seeing her going away with a satisfied smile on her lips.

House was putting on his jacket to go away. He yawned while pondering that maybe he could still sleep for a few hours.

His team returned and he looked at them annoyed, throwing his backpack on the desk.

"Damnit! I have the right to benefit from my hours of sleep too! It was better if I ended up in prison, at least there they don't bother you while you sleep" House whined.

"We can't reach the chief of Cardiology" Foreman informed him.

House yawned widely.

Chase, Foreman and Cameron stared at him and he smirked "Keep trying, it worked with me".

House went out and they followed him. He quickened his pace, putting the headphones back on.

"If we haven't his consent, we can't start the therapy" Foreman tried again.

"You have my consent, you've simply to keep him stable until tomorrow for the operation" House called the elevator and pushed Play on his i-Pod "And the next time you'll wake me up at this hour, let me at least find a topless Tahitian with a Martini in front of my door" House got into the elevator, staring at his team "Pray that I'll get home before the end of the third movement" he said before the doors closed.

House left the hospital.

How the heck he had thought of going out with only his pajamas and the tracksuit on?

It was very cold for being in October, and the idea of getting on the bike wasn't so attractive. He put his keys in the ignition but the noise that came out after pressing the clutch was not the best. It didn't seem to start.

"Oh come on, damn it! I want to sleep!" he tried again but nothing. It was too cold for her too.

He fixed his cane on the bike and got on. He spent a few minutes tapping his fingers on the tank as he stared straight ahead, the flutes were playing happily in the dark background.

The violins increased their pace as he saw her coming toward him with her arms crossed over her chest. She was still wearing her white coat.

He made another attempt with his bike, nothing.

'Bastard, come on, come on! Why I'm here?' he thought.

Violins, bass and drums played in unison.

"Don't tell me that he's collapsing again! It's not poss-".

He stayed frozen, motionless, her hands on his face, eyes wide open, shocked, stunned, over his mouth there was a sweet heat. Again that sweet taste, the same that he had thought about for two hours before falling asleep.

Her lips seemed so delicate as she followed the profile of his.

He wasn't sure if it was the cool air of October, the Beethoven's Ninth, her warm hands that blocked the cold air, but he enveloped her with his arms around her waist, bringing her to him.

It was irrational, because in the laboratory he had had full control of the situation.

But now...now, dammit. He wanted to pull her on the bike with him, he wanted to feel more of her skin. Just her hands on his face weren't enough. And then there was that tongue that kept looking for his, bring him even closer to those lips.

Almost colliding.

Almost violently.

Almost hurtingly.

Then that last taste of their lips, as if to say goodbye.

The music stopped abruptly.

But Beethoven was silent for quite a while already.

"Ok" she whispered.

House looked at her going away like an idiot, still with his lips parted, almost waiting for her to return.

Mechanically, like a robot, he put on his helmet and pushed the clutch again, hearing the mighty roar of his bike. That reminded him that "God, I'm freezing".

TBC...