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Anyways, here goes the.…no. UM…Here starts the…damn, no…that doesn't sound right either! Okay. Now the chapter is --- God Dammit! Oh.…I don't give a noodle!
Oh, and there is an excerpt from chapter 9 in here.
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The out-of-spirit House wandered down to the clinic lost in thought….yellow coloration of the eyes and skin…vomiting…muscle pain….recently was stuck in the rainforest without protection….fever….
Suddenly House put two and two together. Yellow coloration + rainforest (a.k.a. mosquito haven) + fever… Yellow Fever! His daughter had Yellow Fever!!!!!
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There was a normal looking teenager standing in the middle of the clinic, dragged along by her mother who thought she was crazy.
She looked up and saw a man making faces right in front of another person. He was flicking them off and was about a fleas whisker apart from innocent peoples faces.
See…THIS was why her mother thought she was crazy! But she really could see spirits!!! She walked over to the man with the cane who was now openly staring down a woman's shirt.
"I have the strangest feeling I'm being watched…" the woman muttered to herself uneasily and put on her coat. She looked up at the psychic and glared at her.
"What?! It's not me! It's him!" she said, pointing to what looked like an empty space of air which was where a smirking House was currently standing. But he did look slightly alarmed that she could see him though. So he decided to ask her about it.
"So…you can see me?"
"Yes. Are you dead?" she asked out of the corner of her mouth, the lady gave her a strange look and scurried away.
"No. Me? Dead? Pshaw! I'm currently having surgery and they are removing piece of metal from my head."
"Ouch. How'd you get metal in your head?"
"Got on the wrong side of someone…Anywho….my daughters stalker thought I was a serious threat, and…bashed my head in."
"Gosh, he sounds stupid."
"Yeah, he is. Anyway, I have a favor to ask you."
"Oh, please don't get all Ghost Whisperer on me!!!!"
"Not sorry to disappoint, but I am. Go to floor four."
"Yes, master."
"And don't you forget it."
They climbed onto an elevator and went to floor four. They saw Foreman, Cameron, and Chase talking worriedly.
The girl (her name is Paige just so you know, and she has brown hair, brown eyes, and she's pretty crazy yet funny and a good person to hang out with) burst into the conference room.
"You don't have a gun do you? Cause House is in surgery." drawled Cameron.
To the underlings, it looked like she was talking to the wall. "Your name is House? What the hell kind of name is that?"
"Well, it's my name!" House replied indignantly.
"Whatever…Anyways….I've been asked to pass a message along from House."
"You…do know he's in surgery right?" asked Chase.
"Yes! He told me! Anyways, he says that his dau- Marina has Yellow Fever."
"Um…and you do know that the Psych Ward is on the second floor, right?" asked Cameron, though she was intrigued at how she knew about Marina. All of them were skeptical that she could see and talk to House while he was in surgery. "We'll ask you three questions about House…if he 'tells' you the correct answer then we'll take you seriously. Okay…number one: Why does he have to use a cane?"
Paige looked at House. He smirked at her. "Do you want me to tell you?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
"Ahh…right. What will you give me if I tell you?"
"Umm…a muffin?" she tried desperately.
To the underlings, it looked like she was talking to thin air. "A muffin? The reason he walks with a cane is because of a muffin?!?"
"No!" Paige cried desperately. But she knew all hope was lost. Yup, they thought she was crazy.
"Right…I'm calling security." muttered Chase.
"No!" she repeated, because House had just told her the info very slowly and it was ANNOYING! "He had an infarction in his right thigh and he suffers from chronic pain because his ex and…someone named Cuddy went against his wishes and did a surgery that removed his dead muscle."
They looked at each other. "Okay…next question. Who is House's best friend?"
After several minutes of watching Paige talk to nothing, the underlings heard her say "His best friends are Kimmy…no…Jimmy, and Vicodin. He says his best friends are Jimmy and Vicodin."
"And the final question: What, according to him, snags chicks better than a puppy?"
Paige snorted, he'd already told her that. "His cane."
"Okay! I'm freaked out but I'll believe you!!! Okay, what's the message?"
"He says: His daughter has Yellow Fever….Crap. I wasn't supposed to say that? Okay. Marina has Yellow Fever." she was sniggering at the expression on House's face.
The ducklings sat up straighter. "A DAUGHTER?!?!?!" they all screamed. "Wait…and she has Yellow Fever?!?! It all makes sense! The visiting, the hugging, the protectiveness, the symptoms…Okay, wow. Lets go give her bed rest and just wow. Yes! We don't have to do any snooping!"
Paige laughed openly. "Great meeting you House. Anything else, just come to me. My mom thinks I need to go to the Psych Ward. So I'll probably be there." She waved and walked out.
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Amanda wasn't feeling well.
Over the past year she had been having some problems. This is what they were: trouble sleeping, fatigue, frequent bowel movements, irritability, weight loss without dieting, heat sensitivity, increased sweating, muscular weakness, lighter menstrual flow, rapid heart beat, and hand tremors. Now it was all catching up to her.
She was outside her daughters room when she fell asleep. She dreamed wonderful dreams, she dreamed memories.Dream/Memories/Flashback:
It was 1966 and she was 7 years old, standing on her front porch and watching her now neighbors move in. A little boy who looked about the same age bounded up to her. "Hi, my name's Greg. Is there anything interesting to do around here?"
"Hi, my name's Amanda. I'll show you around." she smiled and led him off.
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She was 12 years old, and her best friend was by her side. Gregory House . A smile on his face with his legs stretched out. She felt total bliss.
"Hey, Manda." Greg said. "Wanna race?"
"What's the point? You'll just beat me." she laughed.
"I know. That is the point." he smirked.
"Oh fine!" she said huffily, but they both knew she was enjoying herself.
"1, 2, 3, GO!"
The two ran across the field, Greg, of course, winning. She collapsed on the ground next to him, panting and laughing.
"Hey, Manda. Look!" There was a tiny calico kitten mooning around.
"Oh! I hope it's not abandoned or anything!"
"Look! It's cut!" Greg stripped off a piece of shirt and wrapped the kitten's leg in it, applying pressure.
"Wow, Greg. You should be a doctor when you grow up."
Greg snorted. "Yeah right! As if I'll ever be a doctor! No, I wanna be…..something where I can learn things everyday. Ya know?"
"Maybe. Anyways, about the cat…what do we want to do with it? Keep it, leave it? Beg and plead with our moms?"
"Well, you should plead with your mom. My mom's allergic to cats. And dogs. And peanuts. And -"
"Okay! I don't wanna hear everything your mom is allergic to!"
"Ha ha! Okay. You should keep the cat and I'll just be it's….Uncle."
"Whatever, That would mean you would be my brother if I'm the mom."
"Well maybe I'm it's the dad's brother. And the dad split on the cat so the helpful Uncle steps in to graciously help his sister-in-law. That could be it."
"Well, yeah, but let's not do that. I want you to be my brother anyway. It might be pretend, but you're my best friend, and are as good as my brother, ya know? Just…different homes, parents, genes…"
Greg smiled. "And you my sister. So…you say the reason why were not brother and sister is because of different homes, parents, and genes? Wow! You should be a detective or something….We must go! Quick! Bulldoze our homes and build one big one! Be quick and get our parents to elope or something! And let's get to the hospital right now! Maybe then I can give you my blood or something. So if we did all of that then you would say we were brother and sister?"
"Oh…Stop being so smart." she giggled. "But…maybe it's better that way. Maybe if you really were my brother then we probably wouldn't be friends, ya know? Anyways, I love you. Like a brother. Like a friend."
"Same here. Now…let's stash the cat in your basement and see how long it takes for someone to discover it."
"Sure, let's go."
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Amanda was 14 years old. With Greg by her side. They were both standing, both being interrogated by their parents. Apparently, Amanda's dad was allergic to cats.
"What were you thinking?" cried her mother.
"She wasn't." cut in Greg's dad. "This was Greg's doing. You are such a trouble-maker!"
Greg kept his face clear, but Manda had that guilty look on her face. Her mother picked up the argument.
"Your father has had lung problems for two years! The doctors said it was allergies! He had to get so many shots for testing! We found out he was allergic to cats well that was nothing new! How could you do this?!"
"Look! I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
"You come here young lady!" yelled her father, pulling her towards him.
"STOP!" yelled Greg. "She didn't do anything! It was all me! Stop pulling her arm, man!"
Her father let go of Amanda who ran over to Greg. He picked up her arm and inspected it. "It's fine." he told her.
She nodded numbly.
"Well I don't want my daughter hanging around with some ruffian. They probably make-out behind the bleachers or something."
Greg and Amanda gave each other horrified looks. "Hey! We're just friends!"
"Kids these days. Back in my day -" started John.
"Back in your day everything was one cent! But this isn't your day! It's 1973! Not the 1800's!" Greg interrupted in anger.
"You watch your smart-mouth boy." warned John.
"John, I don't want my daughter hanging out with that hooligan you call a son."
Greg and Amanda looked at each other fearfully. They inched closer together as the parents argued for comfort. "Don't worry, if the worst happens I can always sneak around." he whispered to her. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that." she muttered back.
"Nor do I. The miserable they are, the more likely they'll follow orders. So I don't want your daughter hanging around my son."
"I don't want your son hanging out with my daughter."
"No!" yelled Greg and Amanda simultaneously. "Were brothers and sisters! You wouldn't separate siblings would you?"
"You two are just kids!!!"
"The only thing that separates us is our parents, our homes, and our genes!" said Greg, making Amanda smile.
"Yes. The thing that separates you. Exactly." said Amanda's father coldly.
"I hate you!" she screamed, and ran up the stairs, but she stopped at the top to survey what would be going on in her absence.
"You bastards. Look what you've done to her. Well, at least you'll have to deal with the horrible, horrible consequences!" said Greg angrily.
"Oh? Which are?"
"You'll see."
He looked up at Amanda on the stairs and gave her a soldier salute. She gave a watery laugh and gave one back. It was their signal for 'everything may suck now, but it least it probably wont last'. It was what they gave the other one when they were in a bad situation. Like when Greg had to move to Egypt that one year. He came back, but it still sucked.
"I'll be back!" he yelled. "This isn't the last you're going to hear of Gregory House!"
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Amanda was 19 years old. With Greg by her side.
"Oh…I'm going to miss you so much! And wow! I can't believe your going to medical school, that's awesome. I can't even believe I'm going to college. It just seems like so long ago we were stashing cats in my basement or annoying Ms. What's-her-face."
"Ahh. Your memory is as good as always, Manda."
"Well do you remember her name?"
"Ahhh….No."
"See?"
"Yes, I can see. Your right in front of me, and were both trying to hail a taxi on the side of the road. And…your crying."
"I'm sorry! I just can't help it! I'm going to miss you so much…It'll be like that time when our parents forbid us to see each other and you snuck in anyway. Except worse. Because security's too tight for you to sneak in and you'll be too far away…" she choked back a sob.
They embraced, she breathed into his chest, got his jacket wet with tears. "I'll just miss you so much, and now I want that taxi to drive very, very slowly. And you need to keep in touch. Over e-mail. And you need to send pictures! And tell me everything!" she cried.
"Of course I will. And you can for me."
"Of course."
She kissed him on the cheek; the taxi pulled up, and Amanda got in. Still crying.
"Think fast!" Greg yelled, and threw her a box. "Open it when you get to the campus." he yelled after the taxi.
She watched through the back window of the car and saw Greg salute. She gave a watery smile. Everything sucked, but it probably wouldn't last awhile.
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Amanda made it to the campus, and opened the box in her dorm. "Oh Greg…" she breathed when she saw it. It was a photo album with shots dating back to when the were 7. He put some of them in a strip, and he humorously captioned them. There were even a few of Ms. What's-her-face, her captions read silly things like "Get out of my weeds!" or "I'll hit you with my purse!" because she actually had hit Greg with her purse before. And it was filled with cat food. But mostly they were pictures depicting their friendship. Amanda would treasure it forever.
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Amanda was 33, with Greg by her side. She had just made the biggest mistake of her life. She had gotten drunk and slept with her best friend. "Oh…shit! What do I do?" She gathered her things and fled, but before she left, she kissed his cheek. "I love you." she whispered through her tears. She gulped a few times and fled through the door.
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Nine months later Amanda was in California. Giving birth to her baby girl. She named her Marina…
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Amanda was 43 and she had snuck into the PPTH. She was horrified at this Greg. Who went by House. House was mean. Greg was caring.
She saw him get betrayed by his lover, she watched him in terrible pain. She saw him fight for his leg. She longed to go to him, but her ten year old daughter needed her. So she had to walk back to the clinic and watch the doctor inspect a burned finger.
"That's what happens when you stick your finger in the candle…"
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She came home from work, 47 years old. And couldn't find her daughter anywhere. She called the police, but in a few days there was a phone call from the police saying that Marina had called Bella about her whereabouts, not her own mother…And she had felt so hurt…
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A few days later her daughter was in the hospital…
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Greg forgave her. Even though he had turned bitter and mean, didn't trust anyone, insecure, afraid of being hurt again…
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Amanda was visiting her daughter after Greg had told her that he was her father.
"Hi, honey!" she exclaimed, pretending that she didn't feel like a hole was being bored into her head by her daughters stare-glare.
"Get out."
But Amanda continued on, flustered. "And, oh, your, uh…looking good! Has Bella come to see you? Do they know what you….?" the question died in her throat, her daughter seemingly staring unblinkingly at her.
"Get out, please."
"Okay, just tell me what I did wrong." she said flatly, giving up the game.
"Why don't you tell me, mommy dearest?"
"Well, if I knew what the problem was I wouldn't have asked you."
"Okay, mommy dearest, you want to hear the GODDAMN PROBLEM?" her voice rose with every word, and the Team could hear it from the hallway. They inched forward to investigate. "WELL. I NEVER HAD A FATHER, YOU KNOW? AND I FOUND OUT YOU KNEW ALL ALONG WHO HE IS, WHERE HE LIVES, WHERE HE WORKS, HIS CONTACT INFO…THE LIST COULD GO ON AND ON! AND YOU ASK ME WHATS WRONG! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" a few tears ran down her cheeks.
"I-I let me explain."
"NO! I'M DONE LISTENING TO YOUR EXCUSES! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I'M MOVING IN WITH HIM! AND NOTHING YOU CAN DO WILL STOP ME! GET OUT NOW!" she hollered, then added as an afterthought, "Bitch!"
Her mother backed slowly away from the room, close to tears herself. The last thing she saw was Marina throwing herself onto her pillow, sobbing, before a nurse ushered her out of the room, muttering under her breath about "disturbing the patient".
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Her dream stopped playing, and she spent a good time reflecting on her life. Amanda got up, and walked down the hallway. It was only then that she realized she had left her body behind. She gasped. "No!"
She was dead.
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