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Chapter 35
House got into the elevator and found Wilson there, submerged by some folders.
"Where were you at lunch?" Wilson asked.
"He called me a fifty!" House whined, not answering his question.
The oncologist looked back at the doors without pressing him to explain.
"How many years will you give me? Forty? Forty-two at most?".
"I've received some tests of your patient, again. She has a wonderful perichondrium...It's very clear, I have to tell you" Wilson avoided his question too and showed him the tests.
House took them "You oncologists, you see black and think of a tumor, she says her ears hurts and you look at her ear" House snorted.
"Why, If a woman tells me that her ear hurts, I have to examine her knee?" Wilson said sarcastically.
The diagnostician stepped out without answering.
"It's always nice and rewarding to talk to you" Wilson yelled after him.
Cuddy was placing some books in the library when House entered her office.
"I have to borrow your computer for five minutes" he informed her.
She turned to him who was already seated in her chair "What now, they have thrown you out from all the porn sites?" and turned off her computer as he looked at her sideways.
"They'd close in five minutes without me, I'm a member ad onorem" he winked at her.
She didn't move, waiting for him to get up.
"What do you want?" House asked.
"There is my name on the door. Get up" she said seriously.
House stood up against his will, taking a pill as she sat on her chair.
"I see you're making some progress, I'm happy for you" she said, smirking.
"I'm a good boy, I deserve a prize" he said with a childish tone.
"According to what logic?".
"My father gave me fins and mask when I stopped to use the shotgun against the Tollen's son".
Cuddy looked at him shocked "The real question here is: why did they give you a shotgun?".
"Do you know the boss of the T-Birds?".
"Are you talking about Grease?" Cuddy asked, confused.
He stared at her while she rolled her eyes.
"Instead of wasting your energy to invent these phrases, why don't you go doing some of your clinic hours! Why I need a dictionary of synonyms when I talk with you?".
House grinned, amused "But you must admit that the connection was-".
"Whatever, what do you want? What do you have to tell me about Dr. Keaton?".
He leaned against the desk while she stared at him "I want his personal record and I want to have access to his CV".
Cuddy laughed "Do you also want a reserve of Vicodin or do you prefer a reserve of morphine?".
"No, Vicodin will be enough".
She became serious "House, I won't give you his personal file, it's like stealing. It's a data that only our Board can access".
"Bullshit, the folders of my three ducklings have been a satisfactory reading for more than a weekend".
"I'm glad to know after three years that you hackered my computer. Just...Don't do it again" and she returned to her files while the diagnostician didn't move.
"Hey, If Cameron goes to New York, I have to know who I'm sending her to or I'll have her on my conscience".
"Very kind, I can write on my notebook that you have a conscience? Do you really think that I know you so little?".
House smiled almost mischievously, continuing to stare at her "Oh no, you know me better than any other woman within a mile...".
She smiled back "Then why do you want his file?".
"He has mine! He also knew what color was the tie that I had during the discussion of my thesis!" he argued.
"You had a tie on?" she asked curiously.
House shook his head "This is not the point. If you say that it is illegal, well, spank him!".
Cuddy smiled, amused "Sure Gregory, I'm goint to take one golden star off your classmate from the board because he played tricks on you" she mocked him.
"I'm not kidding! I want to play on equal terms!".
"I'm not kidding either, out!" she said seriously.
House made a face, leaving the office and seeing Wilson getting into an exam room. He went to him and entered the room.
"House!".
"Who is he?" the patient on the table asked and looked puzzled at the diagnostician.
"Come with me" House said to Wilson.
"I'm working" Wilson said and glared at him, indicating the patient behind him.
"I see him, but come with me anyway".
"Do you know him?" the patient asked.
"Excuse us, but we love each other so much and I just cannot stay away from him" House told the patient, smirking, and dragged Wilson out and closed the door.
"House! Are you out of your mind?".
"I'll give you $100 If you distract Cuddy for five minutes" House proposed.
"No way!" Wilson shook his head.
"$200!".
Wilson looked at him shocked, he was incredibly serious. In fact, House pulled out some money from his wallet.
"Go get you a milkshake, House".
"I don't want a milkshake! I want his file, a phial of Vicodin and the phone off the hook for a week!".
"Yes...Ok, let me see: I don't want to live in a hotel, I don't want to tell a six year old girl that she will probably die and, since you have talked about the Vicodin, I want a beautiful woman with a cold beer waiting for me in my office. Bye House" and went back into the room, leaving the diagnostician in the middle of the corridor.
"Annie" Foreman said, approaching House with Chase.
House looked at him curiously.
"Our patient now suffers from vertigo, she complains of a strong discomfort in the ears, they were bleeding" Foreman reported.
"Wilson thinks it is-" Chase started.
"Wilson doesn't understand anything. He is an oncologist, he's not a..." he stopped abruptly, staring into space "It's a tumor...".
"But you said that-" Chase started.
"She'd have ulcers in her mouth" House continued.
"Lupus?" Foreman asked.
House rolled his eyes "It's never Lupus. She'd have ulcers also in her genitals" he walked to the nurses' station and spotted Cameron entering the ER. He followed her.
"You are going to the ER?" Foreman asked confused but House didn't even turn around.
TBC...