Author's Note: Again, I have no idea where this is going, who the father is, and what I plan to do with this story. I'm not even sure if I like it, but it's probably because I really need to go write an angst-y one-shot. So, yes, again, thanks for the reviews. And Rob Thomas' new CD does rock .
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The Mourning Bride, William Congreve
House looked at the neatly made bed and found that he had the sudden urge to run to the nearest PA system and announce to the world that Elizabeth Williamson was pregnant.
He refrained, though, because his patient was missing, and, if someone took her, he'd be in deep shit. And he didn't like being in deep shit, no matter how often he seemed to find himself residing in it.
"Wilson was with me, Cameron and Foreman at the school, Chase wouldn't dare help her, and…"
His audible musings drowned off as he realized where the girl had to be.
He left the room and proceeded down the hallway, taking a few lefts and a right. He arrived in front of a glass door with white-painted letters on it. The door read: Dr. Lisa Cuddy.
"Cuddy!" He said boisterously as he pushed open the door to his superior's office. He found her working sitting on the couch in her office and playing a crad game with a certain missing patient.
"Emily Williamson, nice to see you. You should probably get back to bed, considering your delicate "condition". What are you two playing? Rummy? Oh, rummy is not good for a baby."
Cuddy's mouth opened to retort, but it was Emily who stood up, smiled gently, and responded first.
"Oh, yes, that's right. My legs with atrophy but it's all about my child. Who's the father, Dr. House? Am I the second coming of the Virgin Mary? I must caution you, though. I'm so confused about my religion that I don't think I'm equipped for this job. Let me digress. While you were out gallivanting with your pretty friend, Dr. Cuddy here saw me lying in my bed all by lonesome and just had to come and get me. I mean, honestly, I was so bored. Romeo and Juliet was okay, but I finished it and I'm done with all the work assigned. My dear friend and I here are playing rummy, but we would really like to play Texas Hold 'Em. We need another player, and were looking for Dr. Wilson, who, Dr. Cuddy assured me, is much more pleasant than you are. But you'll do just as well. What do you say? Up for a game of whup-ass?"
Cuddy was laughing behind her hand and could tell House was going to erupt. Emily had really given it to him, and he really deserved it.
"Get back to your bed. If Dr. Cuddy wanted to play cards with you, she should have done it in your room. I just want to present this situation to you. You're pregnant and I'm assuming that you're lying about not knowing the father. If you aren't lying to me, then I'm assuming you were raped. Which you probably deserve at this point considering you flirt with anything you can. Keep up lying to me. You can't hide everything."
The hiss ricocheted around the room. Cuddy moved towards Emily to try to comfort her after House's stinging comment. Emily flung her arms away and started to walk out of the room, right past House. As she passed him, she stopped right in front of him.
"At least I can take comfort in the fact that when I go to bed at night, I know I wasn't a complete bastard the whole day," she snarled and did something that House probably should have known was coming.
With a swift kick, she managed to knock the cane out of House's hand and watched as the cane fell to the floor. House stumbled for a mere second before grabbing onto the couch.
"Let me know when you figure out who the father is. I'll be eagerly awaiting your expert diagnosis," she said as she stalked out of the room.
"I have to say you had it coming," Cuddy told him.
House reached down for his cane and readjusted his usual, arrogant stance.
"Stay away from my patients."
"Release patients if they're not actually sick."
He walked towards the door, and Cuddy knew that he seemed like he had been beaten by her, but she knew he could not leave without the last word.
He reached the door and started to open it.
"Don't play cards with my patients."
The door opened and closed and House was gone. Cuddy made a mental note to watch over his treatment of a certain vice-chairman's niece.
Emily sat in her room, gazing out the window. Yes, the visitors had been few (one, she conceded to herself), but she didn't blame her friends. She was sarcastic and mean, but she adored every one of them, and thought they adored her.
"When you're in trouble, you really find out who your friends are," she murmured to herself.
Mr. Anderson had come to visit. It was nice of him, really. She had been the meanest to him, but it was all a joke and they both knew that. It was a mutually agreeable situation. They both wanted attention and, although neither would admit, both liked when the other would shower them with that gift.
She had pissed House off, but it wasn't her problem. She was pregnant, and, while she refused to betray her fear, she was shattering inside. She was fourteen and pregnant. She was destined for an Ivy League school, but no one wanted a girl and her child in college. Society didn't agree with that. And, even though Mrs. Keller always preached that they were the future and they had to change the stigmas that permeated society, she just didn't have the strength anymore. Words kept floating through her head. Pregnant. Baby. Pregnant. Baby. Pregnant.
Of course, she knew the answer to the question that House kept asking and she wasn't planning on revealing the solution. If he were so set on digging, she'd let him do the hard work and find the answer. By that time, she'd be out of the hospital, baby-free, and back to work on her GPA.
She added to the linear list of things to-do before and after her stay at the hospital one more item.
Make House happy.
And, she believed that happiness lay with a certain female doctor.
She smiled as she snuggled under the covers to catch up on some sleep. Her nefarious plans kept her mind off her the unsettling fact that consumed her.
She was pregnant.
Author's Note: Which female doctor?