Odd Facts and Mice

Cavechick: I've fixed everything in the beginning of this chapter, and I'll watch out for that later too. Thanks a lot! Ha I'm sure you'll get enough of this eventually, but for now I don't plan on stopping, I have some great ideas for chapter seven. Oh and if you even think about coming at me with pudding, I shall get you with my cheese! Hehe showed you!

house-of-insanity: At the risk of sounding nerdy your confidence really helps me write and feel confident in myself to do so. Wow I'm a dork. And I agree, I kind of think House and Cameron would be a bit weird, but Stacey is married and it would be much weirder with Cuddy, in my opinion.

Randa05: Yeah lighten the drama, that or make it much worse! Either way Angela is going to sing next chapter, so you're all definitely in for a laugh!

I do not own 'House' or any of these characters, other than Angela.

I do not own the 'Life is like a box of chocolates…' saying from Forest Gump.

"Hunny, we're trapped in an elevator with a sleeping Australian and a drugged up cripple, how much daring are you planning to accomplish?" Angie said, like she was talking to a child.

"Ok ok, just truths then." Decided Cameron.

"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!" House called out to the girls sounding very cranky, so naturally, when he was through complaining, he swallowed two Vicodin.

"That's it Sherlock, you caught us. Now play or else!" Cameron stated firmly.

"Or what, you'll tell on me?" Greg said mocking Cameron happily.

"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.

"Truth, I like the sound of that." House grinned rubbing his hands together maniacally.

"You certainly don't like the alternative." Cameron smiled towards him.

No one spoke, as if in those brief few seconds they for got how. Nobody knew just what to say now and how to begin. Their conversations began in the end of their other conversations and to just come up with a question in which you demanded the truth was harder than it seemed. No one wanted to waste a turn in this game, they could ask anything their imaginations conjured up and receive nothing but the truth. They started slow with simple, easy questions and worked up to things you couldn't bare think about yourself let alone ask someone else.

"Ok fine…maybe it's a bit like pulling teeth, I'll go then. Cameron, what's your middle name?" Angie asked sounding so very bored.

"Megan. What's yours?" Cameron asked back, in a much lighter mood now.

"Janelle. Now Gregory, just what are your vault combinations?" Angela Janelle questioned her uncle, with a fake-stern glare.

"In the interest of honesty, I have no vaults or any vault for that matter. Alright Angela, why were you in detention last month?" Greg was now very glad he decided to participate.

"Uh…well, I was in the office waiting for the secretary to show up, and do her secretarial duties and take my dentist's note, but no one was there. No one, not in the main office, principals office, it was the middle of third period and no one was around. So…I was bored, and wanted to have a little fun, so I snuck into the principal's office, got my ipod and began to blare ''Paint it, Black' over the school's intercom system. The entire population of the school was annoyed, and Mr. Cooper was mad, he gave me detention for a week."

Cameron and House just stared for a while then broke out into laughter. They appeared to be too busy laughing to notice Angela had removed her left boot and tossed it up in the air. She passed it to her right hand, closed her left eye, stuck her tongue out in the corner of her mouth a little bit and fired.

"Aaahh! AAAHH! Stop the mice…the…the mice!" Robert Chase screamed as the big black boot connected with his chest, dragging him back to reality.

"No mice here Bob, but its very nice of you to join us. We're playing truth and its my turn, so what's your middle name?"

"Huh? What? Huh? Jacob, my middle name is Jacob." Said Chase fully awake now, but still very groggy.

"Ok Jake, your turn, ask someone something." Angela prodded urging him to participate too.

"Fine, Angie, tell me something about your mother."

"Alright, my mom sometimes used to say that life was like a box of chocolates: its all good and sweet at first, but eventually everything turns to crap in the end." Angela told everyone trying to hold back a chuckle. "Goody it's my turn, tell me Cameron why do you like my uncle?"

Cameron coughed back, not believing what she was asked, "I've already told him that."

"I know that, you told him and he told me, but I need to hear this myself."

"I like how he does things because they're right, and he-" Cameron began to explain nervously.

Angela was upset, she was messing up her question, that wasn't very nice, "No! No-no not what he does, things about him, why you like him more than a colleague, why him and… not Bob, for example."

"Umm…he's kind and sweet, without trying to be, he's loyal and determined and he's very smart and funny and unpredictable." She answered smiling inwardly, trying to look anywhere but at House. "He's House, he's hard to explain."

"Alright…I was just wondering." Angie said quietly, looking ready to fall asleep.

"Hey! Hey, if I don't get to sleep neither do you!" Chase yelled tossing Angie's boot into her lap.

"Oh right, I threw that at you! That was awesome! Huh, no wonder my foot was cold. Ok, now Cameron it's your turn."

Cameron, very relieved that her little confession was over, set out to embarrass someone else, "Ok, you sa-".

Cameron couldn't finish; the elevator jerked roughly interrupting her, and stealing everyone's attention. It jerked again and dropped harshly; Chase let out a yelp, Cameron let out a little whimper, Greg reached for Angie's elbow in his left hand and his cane in the other and Angela was silent. The elevator stopped and the doors glided open with a ding to show Cuddy, Foreman and two middle-aged men in blue uniforms.

A/N: If you guys think this is a cliffhanger, really sorry! Next chapter may be delayed, but it will be up in a few days, depending on reviews. Luv, Lola