Chapter Two

Sawyer: -shudder- Me and HP...don't... get along so well. So no, very much not a cross over.

Gestalt: Cool. Insanely happy you like it. Like your name too, but then, I'm a psych student, so that explains a bit.

morrie: Will do.

Chez: -hands tissues- Don't cry!

CRae: Special K, lol. Is that what they call it these days -grin-

Hope y'all like it my pretties!

'So have you seen any other hallucinations?' They were still in the diagnostics lounge, both Chase and House with slight scowls on their faces.

'Apart from Dr. Foreman? I saw Wilson too, just before.'

'Wilson did come into your office just before.'

'Just before just before, another Wilson was in. And I know it wasn't the real Wilson you see, because his hand was on fire.'

'His hand?'

'Either there's an echo in here, there's accompanying auditory hallucinations, or you're just being thick.'

'Have you been getting enough sleep?' Asked Cameron concernedly, her wings rustling slightly and briefly distracting House.

'Or too many drugs?' Added Chase darkly. House dug in his pocket and tossed the Vicodin bottle to him. Chase caught it, barely, and shook it. There was no rattle. Raising an eyebrow at House, he opened it, only to discover that it was too full to rattle.

'That doesn't mean anything. You've got Vicodin stashes all over the place.'

'True. But one of the plus sides to being an addict means one learns not to overdose enough to start seeing things.'

'Other drugs then? Been drinking?'

'On the job? How could you even think that Skippy? Been sneaking some booze in the clinic? They say alcoholism runs in families you know.'

'Pot?' Snapped Chase, glaring at him.

'You tell me.'

'Not pot,' conceded the Australian.

'Why not pot?' Asked Cameron, slightly lost.

'Because Bouncy there knows all about the effects of pot, doesn't he?'

Chase shrugged slightly, not denying it. Then he frowned, thinking about it. 'You don't normally badger me with nicknames…' he said slowly.

'That would be because right now you've got a rather large pair of kangaroo ears sticking out of the top of your head.'

House snickered as Chase's hand flew to his head, barely disturbing the ears as he ran it through his blond locks. Cameron looked curious now, as well as worried.

'Anything else?' She asked, testing the waters. A white rabbit took that moment to go dashing across the table, pausing at the end to wiggle its nose at him as its fur slowly stained pink. House couldn't help but stare at it, forgetting the question. Chase and Cameron exchanged a look.

'House!'

'Huh?' He looked at her, rare confusion on his features.

'Do you have any idea what's causing this?' Asked Cameron gently.

'Causing what?' That was Cuddy's voice, as the woman in question appeared in the doorway. House looked to Chase and Cameron before answering, just to check she was really there. Cuddy saw the look, and narrowed her eyes; it now confirmed that there was indeed something to find out.

House opened his mouth, about to give her a snappy and misdirecting response, before he noticed that in contrast to Cameron's wings, Cuddy had a neat pair of horns, not to mention her eyes, which had turned a lovely shade of brimstone red.

'Guh…' he offered dumbly. Cuddy frowned.

'That's possibly the first ever time I've seen you without a smartarse comment. Something's wrong.'

'House is hallucinating,' Chase informed her bluntly, seeming to enjoy revealing this slightly more than was fair, in House's opinion.

'Really?' Asked Cuddy, perversely interested as she looked closely at the diagnostician.

'It's bringing up all sorts of fun subconscious beliefs,' House confirmed. 'Like, for instance, why you're now wearing the devil costume.'

That got a giggle out of Cameron. 'Well if this is getting you to show appropriate respect, it can't be so bad,' shot back Cuddy.

'Whatever you say, oh dark master. I'm sure you've got something small, cute and furry you should be sacrificing right about now.' House paused thoughtfully. 'How about you do us all a favour and let it be Chase?' He indicated the kangaroo, uh, Australian, with a jerk of his head. Cuddy looked at him strangely, not getting the joke. Chase's face was imitating storm clouds.

'I don't have time for this. Will you two work out whatever it is he's been sniffing and set him back to normal please?' She didn't wait for a response, just turned and stalked off down the corridor. House nearly doubled up as he tried to restrain his laughter. When he'd managed to control himself enough to straighten, Cameron and Chase were staring at him, looking slightly traumatised. They rarely saw him smile, let alone laugh.

'She's got a tail,' snorted House in explanation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking up again. Chase was inexplicably looking to be restraining a smile, but that could have just been an averted sneeze.

Cameron got them back on track, snatching up a whiteboard marker from the table and lobbing it to House. It turned into a small whizzing bird in the air, and having moved to catch it without thinking, he nearly dropped it again. Cautiously, he opened his hands, to find a normal pen innocently trapped between his fingers. He stared at it for a couple of seconds, then shook himself and pulled the lid off, limping over to the whiteboard to start the diagnostic process. Unseen behind him, Cameron and Chase exchanged another look.

'Hallucinations,' said House as he wrote it.

'Are the auditory as well as visual?' Asked Cameron.

'Yeah. Wilson was talking to me.' House thought about it and narrowed his eyes. 'Trying to pretend that spontaneous combustion was normal, the bastard,' he muttered darkly. Chase and Cameron decided to ignore that one.

'Anything else? That's not much to go on.' Chase asked, but House was staring at the ceiling, and the only response the Aussie got was a 'whoa.'

The whole ceiling had turned into a swirling star scape, showing brilliant spinning galaxies in the black velvet of space.

'House!'

These hallucinations were looking to be a tricky thing to solve, since they had conveniently stolen the concentration of the one person who was best at this. Chase and Cameron shared a nervous look, which only made them more nervous when House didn't notice. If he wasn't calling them on their nervous looks, then this was serious.

To be continued…(have I mentioned that this fic is essentially going to be a House/Wilson friendship, without much Wilson in it until the last chapter?)