Author's Note: WHAT'S GOING ON? Oh, dedicated to WeRTheFutureScaredYet because they rock and they dedicated their latest chapter to me. Reason I have not updated yet: you all suck. I kid, I kid. School. French and Algebra. Blah.

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"La la la laaa." House sang loudly.

In a monotone, steady voice Wilson said clearly, "No."

"No what?"

"SINGING. We discussed this. Not to long ago. Actually. Remember?"

"Ah. Let me think. Was it when you started attacking me your right shoe or your left shoe?"

"The left one."

"Of course. How could I forget?"

"You couldn't."

"Well, if we win, I get to sing."

"Win what?"

"THE FINAL SHOWDOWN." House raised a fist in the air and yelled this in a dramatic fashion. It struck Foreman that House would make a wonderful actor in one of those Shakespeare plays that the psych ward put on when House was placed in the psych ward.

"What?" Chase attempted to catch up but bumped into Cameron which made her drop the elephant. Chase, being an altogether good person with lovely hair, stopped to help her and consequently did not pay attention to House's answer. Foreman had no one to help and he still didn't listen.

"The final showdown, I said." House responded in a 'duh' voice.

"I think he meant what as in 'what the hell do you mean by that' not 'what did you say again'." Wilson said also in a 'duh' voice. Like a competition. An incredibly pointless competition.

Foreman rubbed his head. Stupid wall. Stupid House. Stupid elephant. Stupid Chase. Foreman had really no reason to call Chase stupid, but then he didn't really need one. It was common knowledge among the doctors that Chase was just the ditzy 'pretty boy', and many wondered why House kept the Australian in his employ because, as they all gossiped, House didn't seem to swing that way, what with the Cameron issue and all, but you never knew with that man.

Honestly, Foreman himself thought that House wanted to get hairstyle tips from Chase but Chase was keeping the advice hostage until he got tenure here. Yeah, Foreman had a lot of time on his hands to think about these things. Also, was Cameron anorexic? He figured she might be because he couldn't remember her eating anything. This was of course because Foreman avoided Cameron at all costs, like a sane person with average eyesight and hearing would...Was Chase anorexic? Foreman couldn't get how he kept that figure...not like was looking. Or anything. Okay, Foreman told himself, you need a hobby. Besides watching Chase and Foreman and House and Wilson and Cameron. Wilson, too, had nice hair. Foreman wondered if House only hung out with Wilson because of the hair. Foreman only hung out with Chase because of the hair. Ha. Just kidding. He didn't hang out with Chase; he avoided Chase because it was Chase and people ignored Chase and therefore by association Foreman would be ignored. He knew; it had happened. The point was... if he did, it would be because of the hair. Because. Really. Come on. It was great hair. He began to wonder what it felt like...

"Black Ranger..." It was Cameron, looking at him worriedly.

"Yes, Yellow Ranger?" He asked, jolted out his reverie, thank God just in time.

"Well. You should watch where you're going; there might be another wall in front of you." She said, looking genuinely concerned.

Foreman made a note to self: stay. away. from. Cameron. Seriously. The girl was a bit too nice. And annoying.

"I believe I've learned my lesson." He replied dryly.

Cameron smiled and nodded.

Yes. Far away.

And suddenly House steered them down another corridor. A small one. Small in width, that is. It seemed very long. Now they were walking in a line. House at front, then Wilson, followed by Chase and Cameron, with Foreman bringing up the rear and being extremely grumpy about it. He could not see anything ahead of him besides Cameron and Chase and some of Wilson. He could not see House. This was not good.

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Queen Bansheera imagined she'd need a weapon of some sort. A hurtful weapon. Dangerous and painful.

However, when she glared at a secretary and the secretary broke down in tears she figured her evil eyes would do the trick.

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House, as most people knew, was a curious person who got bored easily. He got angry easily and was prone to annoying people just to amuse himself. People knew this. Some more then others. Those others why the some stayed around House. The some would protest that he payed their paychecks while the others would continue to believe that those some were completely and utterly insane. House agreed.

Leading his line of employees and/or friends down the short hallway that apparently had no other use, he stopped suddenly with two thoughts 'they're following me like ducklings', and of course, 'I've always wanted to do this'.

'This' was the aforementioned action of stopping quickly and enjoying the results that followed.

Which were, admittedly, hilarious.

Wilson was right behind House so he, in shock, kept on walking and fell into House, toppling both of them over. Chase tripped over Wilson and fell forward. Cameron tried to avoid the steadily growing pile of bodies but failed and tipped over on them.

Foreman was quick about it and stopped before falling. But alas, to no avail, because someone--he suspected it was Chase or House-- grabbed his ankle and pulled him down.

And so that was how they ended up in a heap on the floor.

"We are in a heap on the floor." Wilson stated, his voice muffled because he was being pushed into House's knee because Cameron was on his elbow.

"mhhghhh, ghhfkk." Chase replied. Chase was in a worse position then Wilson. That was saying something. Foreman had fallen on top of Chase and now Chase was shoved up against the ground with Foreman on top of him.

Cameron put her feet on top of Foreman. "What was that, Chase?" She was on top of the pile, rather comfortably, even if she had her co-workers' limbs and torsos underneath her. She didn't care.

"Uhngg." Chase spat out angrily, and tried to untangle himself from House and Foreman. This earned him a laugh from Cameron and a "that's my stomach, you idiot" from House.

Giggling, Cameron used Wilson as armrest.

"This is very uncomfortable." Wilson felt implied to say this, as he was being used as an armrest.

"And awkward!" House quipped delightfully and managed to grope around for his to thump Chase with it.

Chase responded with another elbow in House's stomach.

"Ergh. You're fired, Chase." House grunted and thumped him again. "You don't know how long I've wanted to say that. You're fired. You, too, Foreman."

Chase attempted to reply but Foreman beat him to it. "Why me?" Happily he was able to speak freely as there was not a Wilson or a House shoved into him. Well, there was, technically, but not in such a position that he couldn't talk. Oh the simple joys in life.

"Because this is your fault."

"WHAT? No, it's not; you're the one who stopped."

"Oh, right. It's my fault..."

"...WHAT?"

"How can you have the same reaction to two opposite statements?"

"...never mind."

"You're rehired."

"What about Chase?"

"What ABOUT Chase?"

"Good point."

This was another point at which Wilson felt compelled to interrupt and suggest something. "Uh. How about...we get up."

A pause.

"Hnn sgghhhfss agh ffeederllghday."

"Make some sense, Chase, gosh." Cameron, laughing, stood up, and then held a hand out to Foreman to help him up. He rejected her and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Nyaah."

"I could use some help, Cameron darling." House remarked sardonically and Cameron brilliantly ignored him.

Chase grunted once more and he got up and then started cussing out House, who also in a stroke of brilliance, ignored him and poked Wilson till he got up.

"I hate you." Chase said, his face flushed.

"I love you, too, Chase-y Wase-y." House shot back in a lovey-dovey voice.

Chase opened his mouth to insult and be angry at House more but Wilson interjected with, "Let's go. Cameron, get the elephant."

"LINDA!"

"Okay, get Linda, Cameron, and we'll be off to...uh...where are we going, House?"

"Wherever the road takes us, compatriots!"

"We're...in a hallway. Not a road."

"It was figure of speech, Chaseumms sweetie."

"Don't call me that."

"Chassums my love?"

"...does this mean I can sue House for sexual harassment now? Wilson?"

"Sadly, no."

"Bloody hell."

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After politely trashing House's office and, as an afterthought, Wilson's office, Cuddy sadly...no, that's not the word. Angrily? Furiously? Madly? Viciously? Violently? Wildly? Cruelly? Relentlessly? Powerfully? Stormily? Savagely? Intensely? Severely? Passionately? Good enough...pursued her search for her archenemies. After that, she really had no idea. Seriously, though, who wanted to know?

Venomously! YES! That's it. TRIUMPH!

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AN: Hey, I got a bike at a yard sale, and I named it Frances. So I can say in French, 'Francois trey bien'. Or something like that. J' amore Francois. Yeah.

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By the way, those were rhetorical questions. Do not answer them.

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