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"So, uh..." Dr. Foreman consulted his chart, "Mr. Dallas, what can I do for you?"

The man was about 30 years old; a 5' 11'' Caucasian with an athletic build and light hair. His cheeks were flushed with fever, the left one drooping and paralyzed. He opened his mouth to speak and sounded as though he was talking around marbles.

"I dunno. How about prescribing some drug that will fix my face? My girlfriend was ok with the fever and such, but when I woke up this morning with my face like this, well, she couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing the guy she was dating looking like Quasimodo."

He smiled, or at least his right side did.

"Ok," said Foreman as Dr. Chase began checking the man's statistics. "So the paralysis is new, any other symptoms?"

"I dunno, joint pains, headaches, a fever"

"Any coughing?"

"No."

"How long have these symptoms persisted?"

"About three days or so, I figured it was the flu... So what's wrong with me? There's a big cycling race this weekend, and I don't want to miss it."

Dr. Foreman ignored this; patients could be ridiculous about their schedules. God forbid they take sick days.

"Anything else?"

Dr. Chase stood up from where he'd been checking the patient's heart with his stethoscope. "Yeah, increased heart rate...the guy's got tachycardia."

Foreman nodded as Chase stuck a thermometer in the guy's mouth. "How high has the fever been?"

"It's stuck around 101, 102 degrees."

"Well it's risen," said Chase, "103 degrees."

The patient looked at them. "Guess that's a 'no' then on the race?"

"You guessed right." He turned to Chase, "Think House will be interested"

"Why not?"

"Why?"

House was playing his Nintendo DS, half ignoring them, clearly irritated that they would dare invade his alien-killing time.

"Why did you waste my precious time with such a dull case as this? Are you in league with Cuddy? I did my
clinic hours today, thank you very much."

"The guy has some pretty interesting symptoms," replied a slightly defensive Foreman.

House rolled his eyes; obviously they weren't going to leave. He paused the game before they could distract him into losing a life. "Interesting? The guy isn't even worth getting out the wipe board."

Cameron, being the nice one, of course had to stand up for Foreman. "Well, it is a pretty odd combination, the facial paralysis and the flu-like symptoms"

"Flu-like symptoms? Hmmm... Perhaps it's the flu? But what do I know? Maybe there's something REALLY
WRONG with the guy, besides his..." he paused to look at Cameron, "Jabba the Hutt face."

She blushed, but matched his smirk with a glare.

"Alright then, you," he gestured to Foreman, "what do you think?"

"I think he had a small stroke. I'd like to do a CAT scan," responded Foreman."But a stroke wouldn't explain the arrhythmia or the flu-like symptoms," Chase retorted. "I don't know what's causing the symptoms yet, but I'd like to do an EKG to find out the source of the arrhythmia.""Fine. Foreman, do the CAT scan. Chase, do the EKG. I have two more levels of this game to beat, so don't bother me again unless you have a case worth my time."

"What about me?" asked Cameron, rising from her chair.

"You?" he said with a smirk, "Why don't you go wait in the Millennium Falcon? Toodlepip everyone."

He smiled slightly as he limped out.

"Millennium Falcon?" Chase asked. Cameron glared at him, turned sharply and left the room.

"What was that about?" he asked. Foreman shrugged his shoulders.

"It's House."

Ok. That's it for this chapter! Please review! There is an incentive this time. First person to catch the reference to an old Hugh Laurie roll gets mentioned in the next chapter as, (what else?), the writer of a fanfic! Pretty cool, huh? Next chapter…teasing. Trust us, it's gonna be good. Bye now!