Ho-hum, another chapter. Author's notes at the end! Enjoy!

The group silently inhabited the room without acknowledging each another. The same thing was lurking in everyone's mind: what was going to happen to them next.

House was standing up leaned against the wall, looking at the others across the room. Occasionally, someone would look over to House, but then they would quickly turn away after a few seconds. However, Wilson continued to stare at his best friend. He could see the determination in House's eyes, but also he could see the helplessness that was hidden behind his stern blue eyes. He knew that this pained House, as it did all of them, and that he could do nothing about their predicament.

"House…," Wilson said slowly.

House looked down at the floor. "What?"

"There's nothing we can do," Wilson said. "We just have to-,"

"No," House plainly said.

"Wilson's right. There isn't anything we can do at the moment," Cuddy said. "The best thing that there is for us to do is to wait."

House shook his head. "There has to be a way." Again, the others had fallen silent, except Cameron, who was softly crying in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest.

House sighed and placed his forehead against the concrete wall. "Why do you have to cry?"

Cameron sniffed and looked up at House with her swollen red eyes. "Really? We only have to choose which one of us will die, and you wonder why I'm upset. I don't want to die…"

"None of us are going to die," House said plainly.

Chase looked at the crying Cameron and then to House who was standing across the room. "If you keep saying that, it's not going to make it true," Chase said.

House glanced over to Chase with a blank stare. "You're killing my hope, you know that?"

"Well that's not good enough." Chase stood up and walked over to House with clenched fists. "You have to do something!" he yelled.

"Why me?" House asked aloud, although he had been asking himself the same question since this whole experience started.

"Because…you said you can. And I thought that you could. But I guess…" Chase's voice trailed off.

"What?" House said, leaning in closer to Chase, who was now only a foot away.

"I guess that you can't. Bill has totally disabled you. And you're too upset and you just won't admit it, because this is all your fault and you can't do anything to stop it from happening."

The other saw what was going to happen before it did, but they were not fast enough to stop it. House lunged forward towards Chase throwing a fist him. But Chase dodged and smacked House in the face. House staggered back a few steps, but then swung at Chase again, this time making contact with his nose. Chase stepped back, holding his nose. He then looked at his hand and saw that it was covered in blood.

Wilson and Foreman ran over to stop House and Chase from fighting. Wilson grabbed House's arms and Foreman went over to Chase to see if Chase was okay.

"And now you're taking out all your anger on me," Chase said.

House went to attack Chase again, but Wilson grabbed House's shoulders attempting to hold him back. However, House managed to struggle out of Wilson's grip and he tackled Chase to the floor. Chase squirmed and flung his fists at House, but House pinned Chase to the floor.

"Take it back!" House yelled in Chase's face.

Chase didn't answer; he was struggling to get away from House.

"Take back what you said!"

"No." Chase tried kicking House, but failed.

House slammed Chase against the floor. "Now!"

Chase was shaking in fear. "Okay, I take it back!"

House let go of Chase looked down at the younger doctor. Chase stood up and backed away from House and stood between Cameron and Cuddy. A few seconds ago, he had been brave in confronting House, but now he looked in fear at him. Cameron tried to look at Chase's nose, but he swatted her hand away.

Wilson offered a hand to House so he could stand, but House didn't take it. He was still looking at the floor where Chase had been.

"House? Come on," Wilson said nudging House slightly on the shoulder. House still didn't budge. "It's okay. Chase is fine, right?"

"Sure," Chase said as he wiped the blood away from his nose.

"See? Now get up."

House still sat on the ground. Worried, Wilson knelt down beside him. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

House shook his head.

"Then what's wrong?" Wilson asked.

Instead of answering, House leaned onto the floor, placing his hands down on the dusty floor. He brushed his hands on the floor. By now, the others were interested in House's actions also, and they stood behind Wilson looking at what House was doing to the floor, whatever that was.

"Look, House, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't know what I was thinking. I've been here too long and-," rambled Chase.

"Shut-up unless you want me to punch you again," House said. He continued what he was doing.

"House, are you okay? You seem to be acting a little…crazy. Crazier than what's normal for you," Cuddy said.

Startling them all, House slammed his fists on the floor, making a loud echoing noise.

"House, stop it!" Wilson said. He tugged at House's shirt. "Get up."

House pushed Wilson's hands away. "Did anyone else hear that?"

Foreman scoffed. "Yeah. We're not deaf."

"No!" House said with frustration. "Listen." He pounded on the floor again.

"I don't know…," Wilson began, but Cameron cut him off.

"I heard it too. It sounds…hollow." Cameron knelt down next to House, putting her hands on the floor beside House's.

"Hollow?" Chase asked. "How can the floor be hollow?"

"It means that…there's nothing under there," Cameron said.

House smiled. "Or it could mean that there's something under there. Listen." He hit an area next to him, and then he hit the area in front of him for comparison. "Did you get it that time?"

Wilson nodded. "It does sound different."

"Yeah," Cuddy said. "But…what is it?"

"I'm thinking that for there to be a hollow sound, there has to be empty space under here. And a floor can't really have empty space unless…" House ran his hands on the ground, and then smiled. "Unless there's a trapdoor."

"Trapdoor?" Chase asked incredulity. "That's…"

"Good? And it's all thanks to you Chase. When I slammed you to the ground, I noticed that the floor sounded different," House explained.

"Uh…you're welcome?"

"No. You should be thanking me." House put his hands between a crack in the floor and he slowly lifted the trapdoor.

"How…why would Bill knowingly put us in here when there's a trapdoor," Foreman asked.

"Maybe his doesn't know. After all, it looked like it was disguised to look like the normal floor," Cameron pointed out. The trapdoor did blend in; the door was made out of concrete like the rest of the floor, and the crack that was used to open the door joined along with the crack that ran down the center of the room.

House had opened the door all the way and peered down into it. All he could see was a hole of darkness about two and a half feet wide. He looked up at the others. "Do any of you have your wallet?"

"Yeah." Wilson handed House his wallet.

"Thanks." House threw it in the darkness, and it made "plop."

"Hey!" Wilson said. "That's-"

"I know. Complain later. The good news is that the bottom isn't too far down," House said.

"That's wonderful, but I want my wallet back," Wilson said.

"You'll get it back." House looked down at the opening in the floor. "Because we're going to go down there."

"What? That's crazy!" Foreman said, throwing his hands in the air. "What if Bill does know that this is in here and it's a trap?"

"What if it's not?" House asked. No one answered him. "It's better than sitting around here, waiting for something to happen. Now who's…," House began but stopped.

The others heard the approaching footsteps too. House, with Cameron's help, quickly shut the door. The others spread out in the room, not wanting be suspicious by them all being in the area where the trapdoor was.

Bill opened the door and looked inside. "I heard a lot of noise. How are things coming along?"

"Great." House pointed to Chase. "I punched him in the face."

Bill nodded. "I'm going to let you know that you have…," Bill said and glanced down at his watch. "Two hours."

"Okay. Bye." House waved to Bill.

Bill slammed the door. No one said anything until after they heard all the locks click and for the footsteps to stop echoing in the distance.

"That…was close," Cuddy said.

"Yeah. Too close," Foreman said.

"Now like I was saying, who is going to go with me?" House said.

"Why don't we all go?" Chase said.

"No. Because if this trapdoor does lead to a trap, the people that stay here still have a chance to save us all," House explained.

"You mean survive?" Chase asked.

"However you look at it, you would live both ways. Saving or surviving." House opened the trapdoor again, and swung his legs into the hole. He slowly lowered himself into the darkness and let go. He landed on his feet, but his legs collapsed and he fell to the floor.

"House!"

"Are you okay?"

"Hey!"

House groaned and turned over, his leg throbbing in pain. He looked up and faintly seeing the outlines of the others. They seemed so far away, even though he knew that they weren't.

"I'm fine. And stop yelling, unless you want Bill to hear you." House felt around on the ground he was on. It was a dirt floor. House ran his hands across something slick amongst the dirt. House picked it up. It was Wilson's wallet.

House sat up. "Wilson."

"What?" Wilson called out above him.

House threw the wallet up to Wilson. Wilson caught it, and looked back down into the hole.

"Am I going to have to do this alone?" House asked.

Wilson sighed. "I'm going to go."

"I recommend not landing on your feet," House said.

Wilson nodded and sat on the edge of the opening, took a deep breath, and fell into the hole also.

House quickly rolled over so Wilson wouldn't fall on top of him. Wilson landed only a few inches away from House.

"Wilson, you idiot."

"Sorry."

House squinted up at the others. "Does anyone else want to come?"

"I do," said Cameron's voice.

Wilson and House heard some movement from up above. Wilson stood up and caught Cameron when she fell from the trapdoor.

"Thanks," Cameron muttered as Wilson set her down

"That's enough," House said. "The rest of you can stay there just in case."

"But…," Cuddy began.

"We're okay. Close the door," House ordered.

"Hurry," Cuddy said.

"We'll try."

"Good luck," Cuddy said.

"You too," Wilson said.

And with that, the trapdoor was shut, enclosing House, Wilson and Cameron in total darkness.

Okay, so I did not get the trapdoor idea from Harry Potter. The real story: I was at a point where I could not decide what to do with this fic (mind you this was like 2 years ago). People told me that it would "come to me." So I kind of waited for awhile, but then one day I was at my friend's house and I was running around outside and I tripped on something and fell on my face. It was a trapdoor! It was used for cattle feed...but anways, the idea come, and poof! The rest followed.

So, anyways, that was my story to all of you aspiring writers out there that are stuck at a certain point in writing with no where to go, trust me, it comes. You may trip overit like I did. XD Anyways, as always review!

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