Chapter 11: Consequences (Long Week)

Discalimer: Do you honestly think I own anything? I don't, unless it is Emily and other fictional characters in this story, who are not present on the show.

A/N: WARNING: Trouble is ahead!!! This chapter is dedicated to Rory and Logan gilmore fan because she wanted to see Emily acting out some more. Yep! So without further adu…

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Over the weekend, Emily was happy. She didn't think about school, Justin, or their dance. Then Monday hit and everything came back. She had been successful in not talking to Justin during school, which was a relief, but school was just as crappy.

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Emily was tired. There was no other way to say it. She sat down at the table in the diagnostic office and pulled out her Pre-Cal book. When Emily noticed there was still coffee in the coffee machine; she got up, grabbed a cup, poured herself some, took a sip, and sat down back down.

Chase came into the room and gave House the results from the L.P. "White blood cell count is still low. If the B.P. drops anymore, her kidneys are boxed." As casually, as she could, Emily picked up her coffee mug. Chase took it from her and took a sip. "Thanks love." He took the mug over to the sink and dropped out its contents.

"You're evil." Emily said.

"Never said I was nice. Why are you drinking coffee?"

"I'm trying to stay awake."

"You want to stay awake. Therefore, you are going to risk getting sick? That's great logic Em."

"I never claimed to be a genius."

"How was school?"

"Fine. I wasn't dropped once so I'm not as sore. Yay." Emily said with sarcasm.

"Okay."

"You were dropped?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah. Apparently, straight boys make the worst dance partners."

"Then what are gay guys?"

"Perfect. They don't try to get into your pants and they are grossed out when they accidentally don't lift you from the thigh. Now, there are some straight guys that are good dancers, just not the ones who have never done lifts." She turned to her dad. "Thus, is the reason I adore David."

"I didn't want to know about guys wanting to get into your pants. Remind me to lock you up in a tower, until your are thirty."

"Dad, nothing can be as awkward as the conversation we had when I—"

"Yes, I remember it. We don't need to relive that. Thank you." Chase turned his attention back to House. "I think the patient has MS."

House smiled. "So, what was this very uncomfortable conversation about?"

"None of your business." Chase said. He hoped that would get House to change topics. Sadly, Chase had worked with House long enough to know it wouldn't work.

"Shush Wombat, it's the Joey's turn to answer."

"At least you got the country right this time." Emily looked at her dad then House. "Like my dad said, it's none of your business."

"Party popper."

Emily smiled. "Hey, I have to keep you in the black about something."

"Oh, the mysterious type. Guys like that. Chase, you are going to have a lot of trouble with her. You should lock her up in a tower now."

"Need any help with that Chase?" Foreman asked, partially laughing on the inside at the humor in the conversation.

"No. I think I could handle that myself." Chase said. "That or I'll send her to a nunnery."

"You couldn't do that." Emily said.

"Why not?"

"Cause you'd never forgive yourself. I'd be there a week at most, then you'd come and get me."

"Okay, that's true. I guess I'll just have to come up another plan then."

"Don't worry, Emily. If your dad locks you up, I'll come and rescue you. Girls have to stick together." Cameron said.

"Sorry, to cut the conversation short, but we do have a patient to save." House said, finally getting back to the patient. "Any ideas?"

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After, throwing around theories House sent Chase, Cameron, and Foreman out with duties. House tried to get Emily to confess, but she didn't crumble. For a tired girl, she didn't crack easy.

When the ducklings came back in the room, Chase instantly noticed Emily. She wasn't working on her homework anymore. Well, it would be better to say that Emily fell asleep while she was working on her homework.

"Chase, go home." House said.

"Okay…wait. What?"

"You're kid is asleep and from the test results. It looks like the case is solved. We'll keep her for twenty-four hour observation. Then she can go home. Night."

Chase walked over to Emily and patted her on the shoulder. "Emily, hon. It's time to wake up."

Emily instantly sat up and looked around. "How long was I out for?"

"Twenty minutes." House said.

"Come on. Let's go home." Chase said as he closed Emily's Pre-Cal book.

"Okay." In a dazed state, Emily packed up her stuff, and headed out the door with her father. "Night everyone."

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Tuesday, things went completely wrong to say the least. Justin and Emily still weren't talking, so silence consumed the room when they were warming up. They only sound was Emily going up on pointe.

When they danced together everything flowed together in moves, but there was no passion to it. There was no real emotion in their dance. It was just moves put together. There was nothing special about the dance at all.

Emily called her dad and said that she was going straight home. She was tired. Emily went home, sat down at the kitchen table, and started to do her homework. An hour into her homework, there was a knock at the door. Emily opened the door and met the person on the other side of the door with a blank stare.

"Uh, hi." Justin said.

"Hi?"

"Can I come in?"

"I guess…" Emily opened the door and let Justin in.

Justin walked into the living room and stood there for a few seconds. He looked around the apartment. "Nice apartment."

"Thanks." Emily looked at Justin and was confused. "How did you know where I lived here?"

"I'm not stalking you or anything. I was driving home last week and I saw you coming here."

"That sounds a little stalker like. So, what are you doing here?"

"I came to say I'm sorry. I didn't know about your mom and…I was an ass for no reason. I'm sorry."

"Okay. I accept your apology." Emily smiled, she just wanted to get rid of Justin ASAP. Even if it meant she was lying.

Justin smiled. "Great." Then unexpectedly, Justin leaned down and kissed Emily.

Emily was shocked to say the least, but she didn't pull away. It is said, that when the heart is lonely, it tries to find something to fill it. That is what Emily was doing. She was kissing Justin because for a moment it distracted her. It distracted her from how empty she felt from missing everything.

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Okay, the moment distraction turned out to be a little longer than that. Somehow, Justin and Emily ended up on the couch, kissing. The living room lights were out so the room was completly dark. However, their little moment was about to end.

Chase opened up the door, turned on the lights, and saw Emily and Justin kissing. Chase wasn't exactly happy. In fact, he was shocked.

As soon as the light went on Emily looked up. "Dad…"

Justin got up and looked at Emily. "I'll see you tomorrow." As Justin kissed Emily on the cheek, she flinched away. "Bye." He walked towards Chase. "Uh, hi."

Chase looked at the boy who was standing in front of him. "You might want to leave, before I throw you out."

"Right." Justin quickly left. He didn't need to be told twice.

When the door closed behind Justin, Emily avoided looking at her father. It is never good to be caught kissing a guy and have your father walk in.

Chase had had a long day. He did not need this to be happening. He didn't need to find his daughter, basically making out on the couch. This was definitely one of the more awkward moments in their father and daughter relationship.

"You should go to your room. We'll, talk about this in the morning."

Emily was getting off easy, she knew that. Then why in the world did she feel the need to push it? "Why don't we just talk about it now?"

"I had a long day, I'm tired, and I'm still trying to comprehend what I just walk in on?"

"It was nothing."

"Right. That's why his tongue was half way down your throat. Now, I believe I sent you to your room."

"So, sending me to my room is going to fix everything? It's not going to go away over night."

"You seriously want to do this now? Fine, you are grounded for a month. Now go to your room!"

"Dad, can I at least—"

"Emily Elizabeth Chase! Your room, now!"

Emily stared at her dad for few moments. He never yelled and hardly raised his voice. Emily went to her room and collapsed on her bed. This was not a good day.

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Wednesday…Justin looked at Emily while they were doing warm-ups. She wasn't talk to him. The room was consumed with silence. It was if she was still mad about what he had said.

"Are you ever going to talk to me again?" Justin asked. "Or are you just going to keep giving me the silent treatment?"

"What do you want me to say?" Emily didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the wall ahead of her.

"Look, last night was…" He wanted to say good, but it didn't feel right.

Emily turned around and said. "A mistake. It's not going to happen again. So, don't get your hopes up."

"You don't have feelings for me at all?"

"Exactly."

"Then what the heck was last night?"

"It's called trying to find a distraction. You just happened to make the first move." Justin gave her a blank stare. "I don't like you in that way. You might be cute, but you are not my type. I used you and for that I am sorry. I can't change the fact that I already like someone else."

"Your boyfriend, a guy who lives halfway across the world. I hate to tell you, but I think you two need to talk."

"Justin, get over me. Go out with someone who likes you, cause I don't. I don't know what is going to happen between Michael and myself, but hopefully everything will turn out for the best." Justin was shocked. He just got reject by Emily. That didn't bother him. It bothered him that she had used him. Now, that just sucked!

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Emily sat down and started to do her homework. She was grounded. After talking to Justin, Emily's day got a little better. Justin didn't talk to her for the rest of the day and that didn't bother her. Now, she just had to talk to Michael. That was going to be hard.

"Hi Emily. How was your day?" Cameron said in an extremely cheery voice.

"Uh, not as good as yours."

"Don't you have homework?" Chase said as he walked into the room.

Emily looked at her dad. "Yeah." She turned her attention back to her homework. Cameron and Foreman looked at Chase confused. They would talk to him later.

While the Ducklings were running gels, Cameron and Foreman decided to talk to Chase.

"So, what happened?" Cameron asked.

"Nothing."

"Then what was up with that conversation with Emily today?"

Chase turned and looked at Cameron. Chase wasn't in a good mood and he didn't want to talk about Emily's incident. He was Emily's father; he didn't need to Cameron and Foreman's help and he did not need them budding in. "Did I miss something? Do you suddenly have kids that Foreman and I don't know about, Cameron?"

"No."

"Okay. Since we have that straightened out. When you have kids, then we can talk."

In Cameron's defense, Foreman spoke up. "She was just showing concern. There wasn't any reason to snap at her. What did Emily do?"

"Don't worry about it." Foreman and Cameron only stared at Chase more intently. "Doing that isn't going to work. So, why don't you two try dropping the subject?"