DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HOUSE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER, SO DON'T SUE ME, BUT I WISH I OWNED CHASE…
A/N: HEY PPLZ, THIS IS MY FIRST HOUSE FANFIC, SO GO EASY ON ME. REVEIWS ARE MOST WELCOME, AS IS CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, FLAMES WILL BE SNUFFED ENTIRELY. THANK YOU, PLZ COME AGAIN.
SUMMARY: HOUSE AND HIS DIAGNOSTIC TEAM ARE WELL KNOWN, AND ARE GOOD AT THEIR JOBS. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THE TEAM BECOMES THE VICTIM?
BRAIN DEFECT.
PROLOUGE
Dr. Chase was bored. So incredibly bored. But he wasn't the only one. The feeling was mutual as he and his two colleges, Dr. Cameron and Dr. Foreman sat in diagnostics waiting for their boss, Gregory House, who was late, again.
Dr. Foreman turned the page of the newspaper he was reading, and shifted his legs, so they were resting on the tabletop, and Allison Cameron sighed.
Boring.
Chase consulted his watch and tossed a tennis ball into the air and Dr. Foreman tossed the paper aside, finally sick of reading about the horse that got hit by a semi.
"Where the hell is House!" it was more of a demand than an inquiry.
"Oh hush my little duckling, daddy's here," Gregory House said with mock reassurance as he hobbled through the door.
Eric Foreman rolled his eyes as the older doctor brushed past, toward the bench, and to his savior, coffee.
"You're late House," Robert said in a bored tone.
House gave Chase an amused look.
"Well done Robbie! Our little baby knows how to tell the time! You get a gold star!"
Foreman coughed.
"Where have you been anyway, House?" Cameron asked in a soft voice.
"I'm hiding from mommy, she's very angry at the moment. God knows why," he muttered as he took a sip of the hot liquid.
Allison smiled as the woman in the doorway, that House somehow failed to notice, crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her shoes silently.
"Ahem,"
The sudden noise startled the Nephrologist, and he jumped, spilling coffee down his front.
"That was my best shir—Dr. Cuddy! You're looking radiant today! New outfit, Shoes? Oh! Have you lost weight?"
The woman rolled her eyes and paid no mind to the man's compliments, knowing them to be a part of his snide humor.
"Dr. House, you were due in the clinic over an hour ago! Where have you been?" she asked.
"I was late, the traffics a bitch!" he complained.
Cuddy cocked an eyebrow. She obviously didn't believe him.
"Okay, okay. I slept in. happy?" he caved.
Lisa Cuddy shook her head. "No, I'm not. I want you to get own to the clinic, now, or your ass will be on the sidewalk!" She threatened, looking fierce.
"Aww, but mom I don't wanna!" he whined, sounding very much like a two year old, which was his goal.
She rolled her eyes again. "You owe me six clinic hours! Six! Tomorrow, first thing, I want you in the clinic!"
"Okay, can you close the door on your way out?" Lisa glared at him but did as he asked, and as she turned her back to him, he crossed his eyes and poked his tongue out at her.
"House, you can be so unbelievably immature," Cameron muttered.
House tutted. "So young and naïve, when will you children learn?"
Chase yawned loudly, his eyelids drooping.
"I'm sorry Dr. Chase, are we boring you?"
"No, I'm just a little tired" the Australian doctor yawned again.
House poked the boy with his cane. "Late night?"
Chase nodded an affirmative. "I guess,"
Suddenly thirsty, Chase stood and walked slowly over to the bench. Loosing balance, he gripped the counter, and moved his hand fumbling about, as a blind person would feel for their cane.
"Dr. Chase, are you alright?" Allison asked, standing up.
The blonde Aussie closed his eyes and took a deep breath as a tendril of blood snaked out from his nostril and pooled above his lip.
"Chase?" Dr. Foreman stood also.
Robert's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tilted sideways, knocking various items off the countertop, before landing on the ground, unconscious.
CHAPTER ONE: ADDMITTED
"Dr. Chase? Robert…"
The voice that came was gentle, fading in and out, like a badly tuned radio. Robert remained still, willing the noise to go away.
"CHASE!"
The next voice was gravelly and abrupt, and he had no doubt in his mind that the voice that had just spoken belonged to House, as his blue-green eyes fluttered open and looked around. He was in House's office, lying on his couch.
"Wha-what happened?" Robert inquired, trying to sit up. Allison placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down gently.
"You need to relax Robert, you blacked out," she said, pushing his blonde hair away from his face in an almost loving kind of way.
Chase squeezed his eyes shut as excruciating pain exploded in his skull.
He winced, bringing a hand to his eyes to wipe the tears that were sliding down his cheeks, much to his embarrassment.
Dr. House gripped the young doctor's face and looked at him with calculating blue eyes.
He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a penlight, and turning it on, shining it in Chase's eyes .
The man pulled back, and cried out as he jarred his neck. Blinking profusely, he slid further down into the leather couch, feeling cool, feminine hands grasp his sweaty ones.
"Pupils are of unequal size," House said after a moment.
Cameron looked up at House with a look of concern etched on her face.
"What do we do?" she asked, her voice wavering.
Greg thought for a moment.
"Admit him. I need to talk to Uncle Wilson."
OoOoOoOoOoO
"So you think I could help Dr. Chase?" Dr. James Wilson asked skeptically, with an eyebrow cocked, as House stood in the doorway of his office, twirling his cane in his fingers.
"I'm saying, you may be able to help. He had a nosebleed and photosensitivity. It could be neurological."
Wilson gave Greg a confused look. "House, I'm an Oncologist, not a Neurologist. Ask Foreman, I can't help you,"
House rolled his eyes.
"James, buddy ol' pal. I was asking if you could help, indirectly, by going to Cuddy, and telling her I can't do clinic hours because of my busy schedule.
James laughed.
"House, go away. I'm busy. Go see Cuddy yourself,"
House look hurt, but it was an act and this, Wilson knew.
"I come here for your support, our youngest duckling is very sick, and you don't care? Instead you send me off to the evil stepmother, so she can tell me that I can't fix my baby? Shame on you Wilson I'm not your friend anymore!"
He laughed again.
"Fuck off House, I have work to do," the Oncologist said, pulling a patients file from the drawer.
"James Wilson watch your language!"
But House returned the laugh, then limped off to Cuddy's office.
As usual, he just barged in without knocking, but by now the hospital administrator was used to that and didn't even flinch when the door slammed open, indicating the arrival of her favorite doctor of all time, House.
"What do you want Greg?" she asked in a bored tone, peering at him over the top of her glasses.
He dropped his cane to the floor and took a seat in front of her desk.
"I need you to take me off clinic duty," he said simply. Not a question, or a demand.
She smiled at him. "And why is that, House?"
He returned the smile with a sarcastic one and answered: "Much as I'd love to see little kiddies that have strange objects in crazy places, and treat snotty noses, I have a very important case that me and my team have just started on. It requires all our efforts, seeing as our patient is a very young and important man,"
Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Who might this young and important man be?" she asked, thinking the man before was again, pulling one over.
"Chase," he said simply.
Her deep blue eyes widened at this.
"Chase? Dr. Chase? Our Dr. Chase?" she asked, wondering if she heard right.
Greg nodded.
"What happened?" she inquired, taking her glasses off and setting them down on her desk.
"He blacked out, this morning. When he woke up his pupils were unequal, and he had sensitivity to light. I admitted him,"
Cuddy nodded. "Okay, you're off the hook, for now at least. Look after him, he's the best intensivist we have,"
House left.
Diagnostics, 1 hour later:
"So what do we have so far kids?" House asked, tapping the whiteboard with his cane.
"Droopy eyelids and apparent double vision," Cameron piped up.
"Nosebleed, loss of consciousness," Foreman added.
"Yes, yes, what about after he came to?" Greg inquired.
There was silence.
"Severe sudden headache, stiff neck and photosensitivity," House answered for them, as he wrote the remaining symptoms on the board. "What does that tell us?"
Foreman shrugged. "Maybe he's hung-over?"
Allison's pager went off. She stared at it for a moment then looked up.
"It doesn't matter at the moment. He's seizing"…
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