A/N: Well, once again, the world is saved by PrincessCat…And for that (pardon the rhyme); she is a permanent member of my creative team!

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WARNING: Because there is a fight scene in this chapter, expect explicit language. I also apologize ahead of time if I make any offensive remarks.

Chapter Eight
Fight

Lisa gave Claire her prettiest smile. "I'm sure you understand."

"No, actually, I don't understand. I don't understand how you could make a commitment – one that you knew was going to take up a lot of your time – and then go off and throw it away like a used syringe."

"Well, you'll just have to understand…And I can call Security to help you with your comprehension, if you like."

In one smooth motion, Claire came to her feet, grabbed Lisa's collar and yanked her halfway across the mahogany desk between them. "You apparently can't comprehend my situation, you little bitch. The whole fucking theatre is booked for the entire two week run! Every damn seat…Standing room only, little whore! I don't have your gigantic doctor's salary to keep me going – if this show doesn't go on, I'm ruined!"

Cuddy couldn't think of a good reply, so she did the next best thing.

"Ooof!"

She punched Havilland.

Outside Dr. Cuddy's Office
About 3 Minutes Later

"What are you staring at?"

Eric and Rob had been walking down the hall, discussing a case, when Rob stopped short and stared through the window beside him. Slightly nudging Dr. Chase out of the way, Dr. Foreman moved closer.

"It's Claire…"

"And Cuddy…"

"And they're fighting…"

"We should call someone."

Eyes still attached to the window, Rob reached down to the cell phone that was dangling from his belt and fingered the speed-dial number that would make Allison's pager buzz. The two men were so fascinated – and so turned on – by the bitch fight in front of them, that they didn't try to break up the fight. Nor did they move an inch when not only did Allison arrive to attempt to break up the fight, but ended up joining in.

The smiles of the guys got wider when the bitch fight became three-way, and they had to struggle not to laugh in delight.

"Maybe we should call someone else."

Not even bothering to nod, Eric reached for his phone and mechanically punched in the number that would summon House, while Rob secretly called Wilson to back them up.

"And no one called the cafeteria to get oil."

A rhythmic tapping sound accompanied four feet and the presence of two more bodies. Realizing the two young doctors weren't going to answer, House continued,

"Of course not. Couldn't pry yourselves away from the beautiful women."

Being the only man with enough willpower to do anything, House nudged Wilson.

"Go prepare a trauma room. At least one of them is going to end up with a broken bone or two, and I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few lacerations to patch up, as well."

"Huh? Oh…Right."

Greg watched as Jim sauntered away, just to make sure he did not intend to sneak back to continue adding to the lake of drool already at their feet. When he was satisfied, House focused on the two nitwits beside him and decided the best way to get their attention was a blow across the knees from his cane.

"Ow!"

"Time to stop gaping like a pair of love-sick idiots and go in there and break up the fight."

Without even waiting for their nodded assent, House barged through the door.

"I'd hate to break a pretty woman's heart, but Wrestlemania is over for today."

Laying his cane aside, Greg gamely waded into the melee. After a moment, he saw an opening and yanked Claire's arm as hard as he could. Taking their cue, Rob and Eric stepped in and tried their best to separate the three women. Everything was a mess of hands and hair and warm bodies for quite a length of time, so no one really knew how it came to be that House had Havilland by the forearms and was looking into her eyes so intensely that it was clear that they were about to kiss.

Seconds away from leaning in for the big moment, Greg noticed out of the corner of his eye that everyone was staring at the two of them pretty intensely – no one more so than Rob. Pasting his old frown back on his face, House leaned over instead and gave Havilland a chaste, fatherly peck on the forehead before pushing her toward Chase.

"Take these three battling beauties to the ER. Doctor Wilson is waiting to look them over and patch them up if need be."

Leaving the bewildered group staring, House limped out of Cuddy's office and out of sight.

A/N: Sorry…I don't board 'ships! (LOL)

Not to worry…the show will eventually go on. I promise!