Authors Note: Thank you so much for the reviews everyone! When I first started I wasn't sure if I'd get to chapter three, but I've had a lot of weird ideas so I'm going to keep going until I hit writer's block or until you stop reviewing, whichever comes first.
I don't own 'House' or any of its characters
(Or Scotty from star trek)
She stepped up to the counter and slapped down the prescription signed by Dr. James Wilson.
"Fill me up Scotty."
"Alright it'll just be a few minutes"
"Ok, but I'd hurry if I were you Greg gets pretty bitchy when he's off his meds."
"Greg House, Dr. Gregory House?"
"Yes...well what does the prescription say, mister pharmacist."
"Ok I'm hurrying!"
"Yeah… I knew his name alone could strike fear in the hearts of people everywhere, but really, this is just ridiculous."
In no time at all Angela was skipping off to exam room one with an unopened bottle of Vicodin and some skittles. Back in the room Greg was playing his gameboy with the sound off in order to not attract so much attention to himself. He thought his masterful hiding scheme was ruined when he heard a knock at the door. He pulled the door open, grabbed Angie by the collar of her sweater and snatched her inside without saying a word.
"Crazy, old man!" Angie shrieked adjusting her crumpled sweater.
"Uh huh, never hear d that one before", House grunted waving off his niece's cry, still enthralled in his game, "I gotta beat this monkey! He really has it coming to him; he kidnapped my monkey girlfriend!"
"Oh my, how terrible! Well, speaking of girlfriends, I caught up with yours at the pharmacy."
House looked up briefly, mildly interested, "You ran into Stacey?"
"No, the girl who you don't know is your girlfriend yet, and I didn't run into her it was more like I walked up to her…in line." She replied slowly staring down at her ipod.
"You mean Cameron? What did she want at the pharmacy?"
"Yeah, Cameron, and I don't know want she wanted. Probably something to do with pharmaceuticals."
House said nothing and returned to the big bad monkey. In the time she returned to the exam room and the time Cuddy caught them, Angela had covered the area of Greg's pants next to his thigh in band-aids, sorted her skittles into colors, mixed them up again, sorted them into colors, ate them, and listened to eleven tracks on her. House had beaten the big bad monkey, peeled off the band-aids on his leg, recovered his monkey girlfriend, and had a few Vicodin. When she, noticed the waiting room population wasn't decreasing, Cuddy stormed the exam room.
"House!" She yelled in fury.
"Cuddy!" He screamed back, very amused.
"So you brought your niece here, to what, show her how productive and professional you are? Cuddy was not very amused; she dropped a thin file on his lap, and pointed an accusing finger in his face, "Work."
"But…"
"No buts House!
This was too good for Angie to pass up, "No butts…so no prostate exams? …Damn!" she snapped her fingers at the last word.
"Oh god! Why would you want me to perform a prostate exam?"
"For the funny pictures…duh!" Angie had to ensure her future, and blackmail had a better success rate than bribery.
Dr. Cuddy shook her head and left with a single thought lingering in her head, this is going to be a long day.
"So what did you get?"
He opened the file and got what he thought he would get, the beginning of a headache. He shrugged it off, nothing drugs and sarcasm can't fix later on, "A very concerned mommy."
House stepped out of the room leaving Angela for a moment, to gather his next patient as much as he knew he wanted to avoid her.
"Sally Richards and her dear offspring, exam room one."
Sally, little baby Gretchen and the good doctor entered the room, and the second everyone else was seated and settled Ms. Richards burst.
"You've got to help me! My girl, my baby girl is ill, terribly ill! She has a high fever, a running nose, and a harsh cough. PLEASE!" the mom rapidly screeched.
Angela was rather stunned, she had heard a lot about the 'very concerned mommy' before but this was surprising. "Wow…that was quite loud."
The frantic mom began to pant and House was worried she may pass out, "Look, Sally, everything will be fine just sit and breathe." He calmly reassured her, setting a hand on her shoulder. Sally lowered herself onto the table and slowly inhaled and exhaled.
House studied Gretchen, who was lying still in her mother's arms, and checked her temperature.
"Mrs. Richards, I believe your girl has an incurable illness, but it is treatable."
"What-what is it? Tell me!"
"The common cold." He smiled and handed her a prescription.
She sighed and grinned, thankfully took the prescription and left leaving Gregory and Angela.
"Skittles were a stupid idea…I'm hungry!" Angie pouted to no one in particular.
"Yeah", House scoffed, "Your really whiny too."
"Oh you know you love me! And you know your hungry too, so lets get us fed!"
"Yes m'am."
The two made their way to the fairly crowded cafeteria, gathered some lunch and took a seat. And when the Houses were sitting down to eat, across the room the three ducklings and Wilson were finishing their lunch.
"I don't get it." Chase said simply looking at the odd couple across the room.
"Get what?" asked Wilson looking up from his tray.
" The way he is with her, he's different."
"Well that's because he actually likes her."
"Yeah riiight! House likes no one."
"No really," Wilson protested trying to get his point across, "He loves her, they think alike and she reminds him of his sister, he cared a lot about her."
Something about this caught Cameron's attention and confused her. "Wait, cared? As in past tens-"
She was cut off by Angie, "Hey party people, how's the hospital been treatin' you today?"
"Oh fine, and you? How do you like the hospital life?"
"I like hospitals just fine, it's being in them that I hate."
"When were you ever a patient in a hospital?"
"A few years ago…our car had a bit of…an accident." Angela replied sheepishly, staring down, suddenly becoming fascinated with her big black boots.
"Yeah that's it blame the car!" came her uncle's voice from behind her.
"Well who am I to blame then?" she snapped back frustrated.
"Blame the fuc-" House couldn't finish his angry rant before Angela slapped her hand over his mouth.
"Now now Gregory, lets not get all worked up!" Angie said finally pulling her hand away satisfied he wouldn't finish.
"Blame the fucking drunk trucker! Your lucky to be alive!" House screamed in a rage. The entire room turned to look at him, giving the two of them their undivided attention.
Never being the one to enjoy the center staged Angie sighed exasperated, "Oh lord. So much for subtle." She said finally taking a seat, next to Wilson.