Friends?

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own House, but I do own Sammy, her mother, and Clara. And whoever else I make up in this chapter.

A/N: This chapter is where all the main characters are introduced to Sammy and she is first diagnosed with gangrene. There is very little drama in this chapter, although House - okay. Stop right there. I refuse to reveal any more. I'm done. Goodbye.

Friends?

"House, I have a case!" Cuddy called.

"Oh, fine. But I don't wanna."

"Just – here," Cuddy had finally caught up with him in human resources, "take your case, and maybe I'll recover from the hernia you just gave me."

"Wow, I never expected a cripple to out-run a normie for so long," mocked House, his cold blue eyes gleaming with malice. Apparently, Cuddy wasn't out to take his insults, because she just stomped off in a fuss.

House slowly made his way to the conference room, enjoying the fact that he could walk in at any time. When he finally arrived, it appeared that Chase and Cameron were having a very heated argument.

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do! Tell him, Foreman!"

"Well, Chase you do make sort of a bad habit of it, I mean…"

"Oh, so now you're all against me?"

"Awww, having a love fight? Don't worry; all relationships go through this rocky stage at one point or another.

"House!" Both Cameron and Chase jumped as he suddenly appeared in the room, yelling his name out simultaneously.

"Got us a case," House said in reply. He threw the profile to the nearest duckling (Foreman, as it turned out). He caught it out-stretched in his fingers.

"Hmmm, blackening of skin, earlier frostbite, looks like dry gangrene. Has anyone started improving the circulation yet?"

"No, the stupid intern, what's her name…"

"Clara," said Cameron absently. She and Chase were still shooting daggers at each other.

"Whatever," snapped House. "She decided that she had no idea what it was, and needs someone to check up on the girl."

"I guess I'll go," grumbled Cameron. Actually, she rather sighed it. Cameron doesn't grumble.

"Hey, this argument isn't over," said Chase angrily.

"Fine, then you can just come with me!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" At this point everyone looked confusedly at House. "What, I'm curious?"

So the quadruple (Foreman decided to tag along as well) traipsed down the hallway, Cameron and Chase still arguing, House throwing in the occasional rude comment out and Foreman looking at them half-interestedly.

"So what were you two arguing about anyways?"

"Well, Chase always chews on his pencil which is so distracting, and I told him to stop because I was filling out paperwork, and he said that he hardly ever chews pencils and that he can take control of it whenever he wants."

"She has a point, Chase." Chase glared at House for a few seconds (as House looked mockingly back), then stared sheepishly at the floor. "Ah, feeling embarrassed, are we?"

"No, we are not," Chase snapped, although he was still looking at the floor. Before House could shoot out any more insults, the small group came to their patient's room. They somehow managed to squeeze in together, and made their way to the bed, where Sammy was sitting.

"Finally, I told the intern that I had gangrene, but she didn't believe – of course. The same jerk that pushes me out of the way this morning is my – what, diagnostician?" Chase, Cameron, and Foreman stared open-mouthed from House to Sammy and back to House again. "Really, you guys don't need an entire medical team just to figure out what I had!"

Cameron seemed to be the first - well second actually, House had been glaring at her the whole time – to regain consciousness.

"Hi, you must be Sammy. Could we have a look at your foot?" The whole time that she talked, Cameron seemed very hopeful to gain Sammy's trust and respect. Her eyes clearly stated "not everyone over here is horrible."

Fortunately, the smile that Sammy gave back was completely genuine as she replied, "Sure, it's nice to meet you."

"Great," Cameron breathed a sigh of relief. Sammy's sudden change of heart seemed to make Chase and Foreman snap out of it as well. Each young doctor extended their hand to Sammy as she grinned and shook in return.

"So," Chase said, glancing at Sammy's profile, "you're – fourteen, now?"

"Already, wow you must be really special," snapped House.

"So House, you must be what – 44 now? That's just sooo special for you too," Sammy threw back the insult, which hit House in the face.

"At least I'm not such a pretty-girl two face."

"No, you're only an arrogant, selfish jerk with no respect for your colleagues, superiors and patients." The ducklings sniggered in the background.

"No I'm – oh wait. And what are you three laughing at?" House whirled around at the trio of now cracking up completely.

Before Sammy could give out another insult without relent, Wilson showed up at the door. "House, I thought I heard you! Cuddy told me to tell you that you're going to clinic duty right this instant, or you'll have to see her in her office about it."

"Fine."

"You're actually going to clinic duty?"
"No, I'm going to Cuddy's office."

"Well, said Cameron, "let's take a look at that foot."

Proven true, Sammy had dry gangrene, and immediately started her treatment of improving circulation. Fortunately, no amputation was necessary.

A little while later, back at the conference room, Chase said "Well, at least we know who House is most like,"

"Who's that?" Wilson had just entered the room.

"A fourteen-year-old girl!" At this point, everyone in the room, which was Chase, Cameron, Wilson and Foreman started bursting out laughing. (House was in coma guy's room, watching General Hospital).

Fin

A/N: Hope you liked! Any questions can be directed to mua! Xoxoxox

(By the way; I do plan on torturing House with my new character – muahahahah!)