Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is my first House fan fiction, tell me if i should continue this or not, tell me whatcha think. I don't own any of the characters on House, thats an obvious. And also a forewarning(if you are a first time reader of my fan fics, ive done many 24 fan fics as well as star wars, and a few pirates of the caribbean) anyways forewarning you that i tend to hurt my favorite character of said show alot...and youll figure out quickly who i like the most, its extremely obvious...anyways tell me whatcha think and enjoy!

House hobbled into the examination room, thinking it would be an in and out deal. A patient complaining of shortness of breathe, and an bad cough. He felt slightly erie of this man, who seemed to be in his mid-40s. Not many people intimidated House, but this one did. House pushed the feeling to the back of his head for the time being and checked the man out. What a great faker...He thought to himself, seeing everything with the man was fine as he leaned on his cane.

"There seems to be nothing wrong with you Mr. ..." He glanced down at the chart. "...Locke." He finished his sentence then looked back up at the man.

"I knew that" Mr. Locke replied sharply.

"And you came here just for kicks?" House asked. No Response.

"You just wasted alot of your cash, and my time Mr. Locke" House scoffed.

Suddenly it happened. The man grabbed House by the neck and pushed him backwards, knocking House of his balance and making him fall backwards onto the floor. His cane was released from his hand and skidded across the floor a little bit, just out of House's reach.

"What the Fuck!" House cursed under his breathe looking at the man now looming over him.

"I came here for you. Dr. House" Mr. Locke hissed, his tone was pure venom. House just glared back at him, trying to keep up his normal act, hiding the fear.

"What do you want from me?" House hissed as he tried to sit up. Mr. Locke put his foot on House's chest, pushing him back down.

Mr. Locke bent down to House's face, staring him cold in face, then whispered. "I want you to suffer like my daughter did"

"You could have always sued me?" House choked out, his chest was constricting from the pressure and breathing became more difficult.

"Money isnt going to bring my daughter back" The man hissed straightening up again, taking his foot off House and moving towards the door, locking it.

House got to a crawling position as fast as he could. Mr. Locke turned to see House scrambling for his cane. The man moved past House easily, grabbing the cane, which was just within reach of House's grip. House groaned angerly, glaring at the man who had his cane.

"Beating me up wont bring your daughter back either!" House stated.

"No it wont. But it will give me some justification. You did kill her in fact. Beating you up should be fair, shouldn't it?" Mr. Locke justified his own reasoning.

Hes insane...House thought to himself. Scrambling for a thought, a plan, a plot to gain the upper hand of this situation. His leg hissed in dull pain which would likely increase slowly. He gritted his teeth, feeling helpless.

"I killed no one..." He answered back. The man growled in obvious rage, swinging the cane, bringing it down on House's back. House yelped in the sudden pain, falling face first into the floor, as his arms went out from under him along with his legs.

"My daughter came in a month ago, with shortness of breathe. You dismissed it as nothing and released her! She came back the day later in an ambulence with stage 4 lung cancer, she died that night! Your misdiagnosis, ended my daughter's life! She could have been alive today if you had just saw that earlier!" The man was yelling now, slamming the cane down, again and again into the middle of House's back. Each time House hissed in agony as he tried to move away, but the pain was unbareable. He couldn't do anything until the man stopped.

Within a few times the Man stopped, just standing over the fallen House, smiling sickly at the damage he had caused House. The pain he was in was obvious. House opened his eyes slowly, slowly getting into a crawling position, dragging himself basically with his arms, his legs seemed disfunctional at the time. He reached for the door but couldn't get his legs to cooporate with the intructions to get to his knees. He stopped, gasping, breathing was painful now. The man watched with sick amusement with Houses' futile attempts to call for help.

"Theres nothing you can do" Mr. Locke announced, sitting on the edge of the examining table.

House hissed in frustration, reaching his hand into his pocket, remembering about his cell phone. He could dial anything without looking at it. He decided to try and stay secretive as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, and pushed himself up with his arms and leaned himself against the wall, just glaring at the man with his pained eyes. He stuck his hand pocket again, grabbing his cellphone quickly, he memorized his call list thankfully. He decided he would try Cuddy first, while glaring at the man, he texted messenged her, with the simple '911' that should be enough. He then tried Wilson, and the ducklings.

"You think you call for you buddies and they will come and get you. Sorry Dr. House, but by the time they get to you it will already be too late" Mr. Locke said, knowing what House had done with his hand in his pocket and didn't do anything about it, what was the point, this wouldn't take much longer anyhow.

"Your running out of options, Dr. House" He said then. House glanced around the room then spotted the nurses' call button right behind the man. But how to get to it was the question.

"Time to end things, Dr. House" Mr. Locke stood up and moved over to House. Mr. Locke pulled out a knife and knelt down to House's level.

"By the time they find you, youll already be dead" Mr. Locke announced.

"O goody then, I was getting worried" House hissed. Locke took this to offense, glared at him and he basically just down right stabbed the knife right into House's adobmen. House gasped in pain falling forward, which incidently pushed the knife further into his stomach. Locke took pleasure in seeing House in the purest form of agony. He decided to make it worse by twisting the knife. House yelped in unbareable pain then everything went dark.