Housepital of Horror: Part 2

A/N: Hello, all! Yes, it is now the point in time where Sammy does some…interesting things to her friends/doctors. Aren't you all so excited? I, for one, am. Yes, well that's pretty much what she does in this fun chapter. Hope you enjoy! By the way, reviews are highly appreciated, even if they are critical. Ttfn!

Disclaimer: Hmmm, I don't own House, hmmm, nor anything else, hmmm.

Warning: If you only have an extremely vague idea of Adult Content (or no idea at all), ask your parent(s), guardian(s), or parole officer(s) if you are allowed to read this. If you know exactly what that means, then read away! Unless, of course, you are not allowed to by your parent(s), guardian(s), or parole officer(s), then don't!

Recap: Sammy, Cuddy, and Cameron trick the "men" into watching Rent, the musical. They are preparing to play games (with no evidence of cards, board-games, or other game-playing materials). One can only imagine what these disturbed fictional characters are going to play. Unless, of course you read this story!

"So, who wants to play…strip poker?" shouted a gleeful House.

"No!" replied a chorus of voices, except Sammy who was smirking in a corner.

"Drinking games?"

"No!" again chorused the irritated group of doctors. Except Sammy, she had something different in mind. "Yes!" she shouted firmly after everyone had yelled at House, all the while receiving some disappointed looks from a few people.

"Sammy!" said Cuddy, one of the few who had given her a look. "I would expect better of you!"

House almost laughed as he said, "I know that you are always partying with those sperm-donors, but we can't stop now for that girl, ummm…Sandy, was it?" This stopped an already irritable Cuddy in her tracks. "House! So maybe I'm a little overworked…that doesn't mean that we can't go to work tomorrow! We'll have no Dean of Medicine and you and your entire team will be gone! We can't operate like that!"

"Cuddy," said Sammy in her most polite and impassive tone, "I'll offer you a deal; everybody in this room will be at work tomorrow on time, and you let us play games late into the night. Deal?"

Cuddy bit her lip, surveying everyone, "Deal."

"Great," said House, "On to the drinking games! Spin the bottle with a twist; whoever the bottle lands on takes a shot of whatever the person spinning it says to!"

And so, the games went on until everyone (but Sammy of course, she had quietly retreated into a corner during these games) was slightly tipsy, their tongues loosened to just the right amount. Sammy chose a short interval during which Cuddy had to use the bathroom to start her havoc.

"House, I have a bet for you," she called out firmly. The older diagnostician slightly stumbled toward her. "What's that?"

"I bet that I can get Cuddy to sleep in my room tonight."

"Huh, yeah okay. And pigs fly on Mars. Sure, do you have money?"

"Nope, we aren't betting with money this evening. If I win the bet, you have to dance with Cuddy during three slow songs at the next hospital charity event; I believe it's a dance, guests' choice of songs."

"Fine but if I win you have to feign a crush on Chase."

"Ugh, Chase? Well, fine I guess," Sammy said with a look of disgust on her face. House smirked evilly at her.

"If that's all, then we are going back to the drinking games."

"Fine."

"Fine," House mimicked. But this time, Sammy got to work half-way through the first one by yawning loudly and causing a chain-reaction by everyone else in the room. A few minutes later, she stretched and cracked her neck, pretending to be very sleepy. A few people did the same. Sammy took this moment at 1:00 a.m. to pop in a movie and call off the drinking games. She spread out the blankets and pillows on the floor and moved the furniture out of the way and asked the doctors to take a seat and relax. House was trying to convince Cuddy to sleep at his place that night, under the assumption that she drank too much that night. Cuddy merely flitted away his replies, being too tired to care. Plus, as she put it, House is already too drunk to be driving anyway.

After the movie, it seemed that everyone had fallen asleep in quite amusing positions. Cameron was curled up into a cute little ball, and Chase was right next to her with his arm around her shoulders. Cuddy was sleeping delicately on her side, House not far off and slightly propped up on a pillow by the bed. His arm almost touched her side in a limp and tired sort of way. Wilson and Foreman were sleeping in chairs, leaning against each others' heads comically, both snoring softly. Sammy took this sleeping-time to finally pass out in her bed. She was, after all, quite exhausted.

The next morning Sammy woke up at around 6:00 in the morning. Everyone else was sound asleep, so she decided to wake up House first. She tapped him gently on the shoulder and he grunted grumpily. "Wake up, sleepy-head, it's time for work," she stated in a falsely sweet tone of voice.

"Grgg-um-phmmmf," was his muttered reply.

"Come on, Greg you have patients to torture, nurses to scare, and doctors to tease. Hurry up before I wake anybody else up!"

"Fine," he snarled angrily, "and it's House. Call me Greg again and your precious Gameboy will be suspiciously found in your toilet."

"Whatever, just get out of my room." This made House get up, his mind finally back on track. Of course, no one thinks that House sleeps and now, his secret may be revealed! He high-tailed it out of there so fast that no one could have possibly seen him leave. Sammy went around waking everybody else up, her smile getting bigger and bigger at the looks on the poor doctors' faces. Finally, she got everyone out of the room and dozed back off, waiting to get a good morning's sleep.

A/N: Thank you for reading, if you have and I may be starting another fic or two along the side. Also, sorry for taking so long on this chapter and I lied twice; I live in New York City.