I do not own 'House' or any of is characters; I do own the character Angela.
They exchanged glances, but without exchanging a word agreed to get on. The doors shut all the way this time and the elevator, moved up. The elevator steadily rose than jerked and stopped, nothing happened, no lights, no noise and the doors were very still. Everything and everyone was still and silent.
"Uh-oh"
"Yeah, more like big-fat-stuck-in-a-metal-box-with-two-lunatics Uh-Oh!" Chase snapped back at Cameron regarding her simple 'uh-oh'.
"Sheesh and you said I was melodramatic!" House cried already annoyed at being here with these people, he looked down at Angela seeing her pressing the buttons repeatedly to no success.
"I'm not a lunatic…and besides, as a doctor you should know that the crazies are genetic." Angie called back to Chase quietly, she doubted anyone heard her; she was too preoccupied with the buttons. She pressed and cursed, pressed and cursed, the buttons neither lit up nor made that funny dinging sound they usually did.
"No one has a cell phone or anything?" Angie asked much louder this time, so everyone could hear. The elevator's silence answered her question. " Swell!"
"Ok kiddies here's how it breaks down: no one has a reason to look for us, and anyone wanting to use this elevator will either use a different one, or take the scenic route with the stairs."
Being the eternal optimist Cameron tried to debate House, "No-no, someone will-"
"No, someone won't! We can't do anything from in here, and no one's going to do anything out there." House patiently told everyone, jabbing a finger towards the door the signal just where 'out there' was. "We'll probably be in here for at least a few hours."
"I have to pee." Angie whined smiling in the corner, with flawless timing as usual.
About twenty minutes passed and the little group had migrated to the floor. Angie sat cross-legged on the left side of the doors in the corner, Cameron also cross-legged sat on the right side of the doors in the corner, Chase sat with his legs together, knees pointing up, and House sat uneasy. House sat with his bad leg perfectly straight and propped up with his crumpled up blazer and his other leg bent towards him. He leaned back and relaxed, waiting for the pills to take affect.
"Angela, could I ask you a question?"
"You probably could, you just did."
"Well…if your mother is House's sister, than wouldn't your last name be whatever your father's last name is, and not 'House'."
"You'd think so, Bob, wouldn't you," Angie sighed, "but no, you see my parents divorce was finalized a month before I was born and my mom switched back to her maiden name, and I'm now a 'House', neat huh?"
"Sure…so, your mom is…but your dad's fine…"
"Yes Bob, mommy is dead and daddy is fit as a whistle…however fit whistles are…just how fit is a whistle anyway?" Angie said trying to help clarify things for Chase, just to confuse herself in the process.
"Ok than why are you here? Why aren't you at work with your father instead of your uncle?"
All eyes were on Angie for the third time that day and she could do nothing but glare at Chase and give him the if-you-don't-shut-it-now-your-getting-a-boot-in-the-balls look she had perfected over the years. Chase didn't quite pick up on this and looked like he was still anxiously expecting an answer.
"My-my dad's work doesn't allow…visitors."
"Oh, I see." Chase said dropping the subject, but still not really seeing it for what it was.
The wee little elevator room was filled with tension, and Cameron decided that since the room was already tense she might as well get her question out now. The question had plagued her mind since she had met Angela House this morning.
"House", her voice timidly addressed the man across from her, on the left side of the doors, "why didn't you take Angie? Why didn't you take Angie with you to the monster truck thing?"
"She wouldn't have wanted to come." He stated fairly, not lecturing her about her feelings or commenting about how she was still thinking about him.
"Monster trucks are stupid!" Angela bitterly exclaimed, "They're big and smelly and dumb and attract big, smelly, dumb people that slosh their beer about and scream at the glorified collisions before them like the Neanderthals they are!"
"Ok so now you see what I mean, she never would has enjoyed herself and would have made it difficult for me to, with her incessant ranting and her dumb dad on my case."
"Dumb dad?" Chase questioned, intrigued, Angela had been rather vague about her father before, but she was the one to answer.
She giggled a bit before her answer came out, "My dad hates Greg!"
"Says I'm a bad influence." Greg admitted shyly, which is normally something he hides well, upon the rare occasion that he is shy.
Cameron and Chase let out a few snickers.
"Why in the world would he think you'd be a bad influence, House?" Chase said between bits of laughter.
"I'm not sure, he's paranoid, he thinks he's just looking out for her best interests but in a nutshell the guy's a basketcase."
"Ok all this talk about me and my family is so very boring…let's play 'I spy'!"
Fifteen minutes after a rather short run of 'I spy' Chase drifted off to sleep, curled up in his corner; and five minutes after that another idea came to the group.
"Okay we need to do something, we're going to go insane with cabin fever in here." Cameron pleaded.
"Yeah cabin fever, elevator style! You'd think being stuck in a confined space with nothing but ourselves would be exciting, but apparently even my imagination has its limits…that's depressing." Angela sighed and sunk a little lower in her seated position.
"How about 'Truth or Dare'?" Cameron offered, much to the surprise of the other two.
"Hunny, we're trapped in an elevator with a sleeping Australian and a drugged up cripple, how much daring are you planning to accomplish?"
"Ok ok, just truths then."
"And you people don't plan on asking my opinion in all of this, this pathetic game you plan on including me in? This is stupid your all in on this, your going to trick me into telling you my bank numbers or vault combinations or my secret double chocolate brownie recipe!"
"That's it Sherlock, you caught us. Now play or else!"
"Or what you'll tell on me?"
"Oh, jeez you two! Get a room! Its not pulling teeth, you ask each other questions and in turn you get the truth." Angie yelled, they were potentially destroying fun for her; this game had a lot of potential indeed.
TBC
Author's Note: Okay here you go! I hope I answered some questions about Angie you may have had; I think I'll try to start the HouseCameron I promised next chapter. You NEED to REVIEW! Give me some ideas for "truth" and I'll see if I can add them into the story! Thanks a lot for the reviews I have received, and please keep it up! Luv, Lola