thanks for all your wonderful reviews! sorry this one is so short, i really really wanted to write more, but i have to go to bed, and i just HAD to post another chapter. And about Cameron - i never intended to make her so.. er, OOC, but i suppose this is probably what she would be like if she actually WERE in this situation.You never know.
ta-daah! a slight plotline appears! in this chapter, House begins to grow suspicious. and what happens when house becomes involved everybody? well, read and find out. besides, i always wanted to include house, because there really is no limit with him.
Cameron stepped inside the elevator next to some random patient the next morning. She had almost forgotten the Boredom Battle, until she watched the doors slide shut. An impish grin creeping over her face, she waited patiently for the gentle buzz to stop, and the doors to open again. When they did, she gasped dramatically, and turned to the random patient, eyes wide. He stared at her.
She quickly turned back to face the door as another random patient walked in. They reached the next floor, and with a gentle 'ding' the doors slid open.
"Oh!" Cameron gasped, pointing at the door in amazement. This time House got in. He took no notice of her, until they reached the next floor, and she let out a sound like a deflating balloon. She blushed when he raised an eyebrow in her direction, and didn't utter a peep for the rest of the trip.
Meanwhile Chase, who was desperately trying to raise his tally, was frantically wheeling chairs out into the corridor as soon as someone's back was turned. He didn't seem to care that the entire nurse's station had devoted their time to replacing all the stolen chairs, and placing bets on how long it would take for him to notice.
Foreman appeared completely relaxed as he strode through the hospital entrance. That is, until he began smacking his forehead and screaming "Shut up, Shut up, SHUT UP!"
A brief consultation in the conference room, and the ducklings agreed that Foreman was now leading on eight points, and Chase and Cameron were tied on six. It didn't seem to matter to them that the hospital staff and patients thought they were insane. All Chase wanted was to win the Battle and prove that he DID have the balls, all Foreman wanted was respect, and Cameron… well, all Cameron wanted to do was pinch House's ass again.
Speaking of whom, the scruffy cripple was sitting in his office at that very moment wondering what the hell had gotten into his staff. Or, more specifically, Cameron. He couldn't see anything exciting about an elevator. Or his butt, for that matter. And it appeared the neurologist had started hearing voices, not a good sign. And why did his chair feel different?
Something fishy was going on. Yep, something is DEFINETLY going on, he thought to himself as he watched Chase and Foreman zoom past, followed by Cameron, who gave him a wink.
dun dun dun... next one will be up soon. i actually have it all planned out in my head. it started out as a bit of fun, and its actually becoming a fic. tell me what you think!