Okay readers, new chapter is up. I know from your comments that you all love Sylvia. She leaves this chapter, but I promise you she will return. I was thinking of leaving her out of the rest of it, but she was such a popular character that I couldn't do that to you guys. So rest assured! Read, enjoy and review, review, review!

"She what?" Exclaimed Cameron. House handed her the coke he had bought her.

"Well that changes everything!" Commented Wilson.

"Wait, what did he do again?" Asked Chase. "I couldn't have heard that right."

"Oh you heard right, Robert." Assured Sylvia. "Greg, you aren't just making this stuff up are you? I remember when you messed me all up for weeks by telling me the wrong story for the episode I missed."

"I'm sorry about that, Mom." Said House. He didn't sound very sorry.

"No you're not." Said Sylvia as she smiled at him.

"Unless Cuddy told me wrong, that is exactly what happened, I swear." Answered House. "I still can't believe it myself."

"I don't believe it!" Said a stunned Chase. They all just stood there looking at each other and grinning like idiots. House stood looking at them for a minute and then grew irritated with their constant and pointless presence. He had expected them to leave by now and they were getting boring.

"Well?" Said House impatiently. Cameron and Chase looked confused, Wilson left immediately and Sylvia grabbed her coat from off the back of a chair. She tugged on House's coat sleeve, causing him to lean down, and she kissed him goodbye.

"I'll see you at home, Greg." She said as she walked towards the door. "You're making dinner!" She called as she exited and walked out of sight. Chase and Cameron stared some more.

"You can cook?" Asked Cameron finally. House turned his attention to them and glared slightly.

"Tell no one." He ordered. "I'm not getting roped into making anyone a good luck soufflé."

"You can make a soufflé?" Exclaimed Cameron, clearly amazed and very impressed. House glared at her.

"Out now." And then he glared at Chase. They both stared at him, gave each other a look and slowly made their way out of the office. House smiled, satisfied with himself and with the solitary room he had created. He made his way to his desk, sat down in his chair and turned his attention to his iPod. What to play? He had a great electric guitar version of Bach's 'Toccata and Fugue', which he happily selected. Moments later his office was filled with the fast paced, unconventional melody. He was in heaven, leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, hand swaying in time to the music and he was humming lightly. Then suddenly it ended. He paused a moment in confusion, then opened his eyes to view a disgruntled Cuddy, arms crossed and eyes glaring. Welcome to Hell.

"What happened to your team?" Asked Cuddy in mock cheer. She was only leading up to the real issue. House smirked and shrugged.

"I sent my minions out to do my bidding." Said House as he reached for his yo-yo. "From ducklings to evil henchmen in two seconds, my personal best." Cuddy rolled her eyes. She'd never understand why he called them ducklings.

"Why aren't you in the clinic, Dr. House." Emphasis on 'doctor'. "You are a doctor, aren't you? You do practice medicine?" House almost shrugged again, but restrained himself.

"I like to think that I know enough about medicine to not say that I'm practicing on people." He looked up at Cuddy with a philosophical look on his face. "You know, actually you'd think that the term 'practicing medicine' would scare away the patients." Cuddy sighed loudly.

"Unfortunately for you that isn't the case. There's a waiting room full of patients, we're backed up to the max and you're sitting here doing nothing."

"I'm not doing nothing!" Exclaimed House in mock offense. "And who's Max and why doesn't he just back up further so you have more room?" Oh yes, he was an avid student of Groucho Marx.

"Then what are you doing?" Asked Cuddy, ignoring his last question. House grinned.

"Well, I was listening to music until you came along." Cuddy dropped her arms to her sides, completely exasperated.

"I'd say that qualifies as nothing." Snapped Cuddy. House tilted his head and gave her a curious look.

"If you think music qualifies as nothing, maybe you don't spend enough time doing nothing." Commented House quietly, thoughtfully. Cuddy blinked. She could have sworn that he was actually trying to be helpful. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could he leaned forward and held out his iPod to her. "Here. I'll go to the clinic on the condition that you sit and do nothing for a while." She stared at the iPod in his hand then looked at him suspiciously. He shot her a challenging look. She sighed and snatched the iPod out of his hand.

"Fine!" She growled. "But don't check out early."

"Too late," Commented House. "I'm already checked out." Cuddy rolled her eyes, turned on her heels and headed towards the door. House watched her go, or rather watched the back of her go. "And lay off Max!" House called after her. Once she was out of sight he heard her call back to him.

"Well stop looking at my ass!"

I'd like to thank my friend Ije for inspiring me to use Max. I had asked him "Backed up to the what?" and he came up with the most banal and overused saying and between the two of us we twisted it up so much that I ended up using it, even after I said I wasn't going to. Now he doesn't have to burn my story.