"Ok…any ideas? Oh come on, don't tell me you went through all those years of medical school and all you can come up with is that pitiful shrug." House said eyeing Chase.

Foreman rolled his eyes and replied, "We could easily think of something to explain the symptoms, but you claim to have ruled those things out already."

"Yeah and if those thing are ruled out than it must be something else…hard concept, huh?"

"How have you ruled them out? We haven't tested the patient yet and we don't have a history…even you aren't that good." Foreman sputtered.

"Says you…I actually have a history, I've also seen the patient." House waited a few seconds to let the shock fade away.

"Uh…what room is the patient in, I could-" Cameron started, shaking off the surprise of House actually voluntarily visiting a patient.

"Nope, you couldn't actually. The patient isn't in the hospital."

"Well, then technically she isn't a patient." Said Wilson butting in.

"…Yet" House muttered.

"I highly doubt she'd just let you admit her, if you haven't cared to notice she doesn't exactly like hospitals." Wilson explained, slightly lowering his head.

"Well then if the patient won't go to the hospital, the hospital will have to go to the patient." House waggled his eyebrows and limped from the room. The rest of the team exchanged glances, sighed and followed after him, clueless as to where they were going.

Believe, believe in me, believe
That life can change, that you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different tonight

Angela sat on her floor and hummed along, she never sang, but if the mood struck her she hummed. The reason she didn't sing wasn't because she was embarrassed, she was completely alone after all, but she strongly felt that the artists should be the ones to sing their songs. It disturbed her in a way to hear people singing out of tune, too loudly to a classic song, imitation isn't always a form of flattery. At the moment she was against the wall propped up with a few pillows copying and answering math equations from her textbook. Distractions helped her focus, so therefore along with integers came music. And then somehow the doorbell was thrown in the mix.

Believe, believe in me, believe
Believe in the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there's not a chance tonight

"Oh hi, are you trying to stalk me? 'Cause if you are you're really bad at it, a good stalker doesn't ring the bell." Angie was surprised at just how many doctors it took to stalk a kid.

"I'll be sure to remember that for next time, now let me in." House demanded.

"Let yourself in." Angie said, stepping aside from the door and sitting on the couch positioned on the far side of the room. House took a seat on the couch across from Angie and Cameron sat next to him. The three other doctors were left to stand. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say, you're all not here for a satisfying game of yatzee."

"No, somehow I think the fact that you'd cheat would leave me unsatisfied." Chase muttered, from his spot against the wall.

"Ok, well, fist of all, I never cheated, I still maintain that it was purely strategy and secondly you're just pissed because you lost. Finally, if you're not here to play amusing board games with me, than why are you here?"

We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight

"We're here to whisk you off to the luxurious Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital for a check up." House said wistfully, attempting to make a hospital stay sound appealing to a teenage girl. Apparently he failed.

"No. No, you're not, I'm fine, I'm not sick."

"Oh not this again." House groaned impatiently, "You're sick. Healthy people don't cough themselves unconscious."

"Then obviously I must be healthy because neither do I. I took my medicine and I'm fine, I haven't coughed in days and I feel just…normal" Angie almost sounded disappointed at the realization.

"We're getting married." Cameron spoke up, out of the blue.

"The cough medicine didn't erase my memory dear." Angie raised her brows and spoke slowly.

"No, I mean we're getting married, we've chosen the date. The ceremony will be on Friday." She explained with a bright smile. House sat quietly seeming disinterested.

"That seems a little early, you guys anxious to tie the knot?" Wilson remarked, sort of frowning.

"No! Somebody's just eager to get it over with before somebody's born." House blurted, looking accusingly at Cameron.

"Oh Gregory how are we ever to know what you're talking about when you speak in code like that? And actions have consequences, you proposed, now you're getting married, that's usually the way these things go."

"Yeah, I know, I just wanted to put it off a little longer, maybe flee the country, now the first time that I meet my in-laws I'll be marrying their pregnant daughter." House sighed.

"That'll make for a memorable first impression." Wilson said.

Angela began inexplicably laughing and when she saw the weird looks she was getting she explained her outburst, "I just got this mental image of you two getting married and an angry man holding a shotgun to your back."

"That is not funny." Cameron stated, although she looked fairly amused herself.

"You got to admit it's at least a little funny." Angie smiled back wickedly. "You guys have a busy day ahead of yourselves, you need to get tuxedos and…stuff. So get out of my house and be on your way." Angie got up to get everyone out.

"Alright, bye, I'll see you later…and if I hear one ill peep out of you you're headed straight to the hospital and believe me young lady you're gonna get it." House pointed his finger at his niece and did his best to sound intimidating.

Just before shutting the door on him Angie said, "Hey, would I lie to you?"

A/N: The song in italics was Tonight, Tonight by The Smashing Pumpkins. Thanks for reading and please review!