Sorry this took a day to get in! Swimming has been exhausting! I really enjoy writing this and I don't want to give up on this story, so please review with criticism, that-a-boys, or just general comments!

The knocking at House's door persisted but House still didn't feel like getting up.

Shut the hell up!

He allowed this obstruction of his peace and music continue for about 3 minutes before finally giving in and shouting at the door, "What do you want?"

"This is Mrs. Hardee from next door," came an annoyingly squeaky voice. "My husband and I would appreciate it if you would turn down your music; my husband and I are trying to have a romantic lunch... it's our anniversary."

"Anniversary, really? I'll promise to turn down my music if you'll promise to take birth control, and use condoms, and what ever else you can this time. God knows you don't need any more kids… or abortions. And another thing- please keep your extra-curricular activities down to a noise minimum. Why do you think I play my music so loud? God knows what it must do to your existing kids."

House knew he could have done better than that, but at the moment his mind wasn't clear enough to think of anything more. He felt like puking.

Mrs. Hardee left House's door with a loud noise of annoyance and House decided to sit up and crawl to the stereo to turn down his music.

Someone deserves to be enjoying themselves. I can still hear it at this level anyways. While I'm up I should drink something non-alcoholic…

He attempted to stand up but swayed and immediately fell back to the floor.

Son of a bitch, every time I try and do something good for myself there is something there to stop me… may I should take this as a sign…what's this?

A bottle that wasn't his Vicodin had just fallen from his pocket. It took him a second to recognize it as the bottle of amphetamines he had pocketed while treating Stacy's husband.

Without thinking about it he opened the bottle and popped a few of the pills, then wandered off into his bathroom for a pill binge.

As House sat on his couch slowly loosing consciences he could hear a Kansas song playing. Weather he could actually hear it or if it was just a figment of his imagination could be disputed, but regardless it was there.

Carry on my wayward son

House was beginning to hear voices.

There'll be peace when you are done

I don't know how I can help you, House knew that voice… who was it?


Lay your weary head to rest

If there is anything you want me to say to them, I'd l be glad to… He was going under- but who was that talking? He was pretty sure he had heard these words before…

Don't you cry no more.

But honestly I don't know what to do. It was too much, he couldn't hold on any longer.The last thing he heard before he passed out was a knocking at his door.

Chase and Foreman were working on a case at the hospital when Cuddy found them. She was in a towering temper and they had tried their very best to hid from her. Apparently their efforts were in vain.

"Where the hell is everyone!" Cuddy shouted. Several people outside looked up quizzically and then headed the other way once they saw what was going on.

"How should we know?" answered Chase defensively.

Forman flinched. Bravo Aussie. Calming people down was not Chase's forte. It wasn't Forman's either but at least he could do it.

"What Chase meant to say was, we don't know, Cuddy, Cameron was here earlier but I haven't seen or heard from House all day. Wilson left a little while ago though." Forman said this in his best, most calm voice.

It took a minute for what he had said to dawn on him.

"Well if you see or hear from any of them send them straight to me!" Cuddy said. She still had a slightly insane air about her.

Forman turned to Chase after Cuddy left. He looked at Chase with a meaningful expression but got only a blank one in return.

Forman Sighed resigned.

"Come on idiot, were going to House's place."

I decided to throw in the other ducklings. I mean come on, what's House without a full team? Please, I beg of you, review!