A/N: I am SO sorry I haven't updated in so long! I've had this chapter in my notebook for AGES, but I just typed it up today. Sorry!

The next chapter should be easy, as it is me finally explaining what the heck is going on, and I will try to get it up before school starts. After school starts, I will probably take longer updating. (I'm actually going to have to pay attention in school this year… like all the time… bleh.)

Anyway, here is the Gen Project Chapter 4!

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Cuddy regarded the new arrivals impassively. "All right, House. What is this?"

House smiled blankly at her and came in, Chase following a step behind. Chase gave a smile that was more of a grimace and sat by Cameron as always.

Wilson took a breath. "It's not—"

"Terrafen, yes, we know," House interrupted. "You've said that?"

"So you just ignore Foreman and come in here and talk about how whatever case you've got isn't connected to the Gen Project?" Cuddy snapped incredulously.

House mock-gasped. "She said the G word," he said in hushed tones.

Chase rolled his eyes skyward. "And this time, we're talking about how it is connected."

There was a five-second silence following this announcement. House broke it by saying, "That's a scary thought. Also revolutionary. Scary, too."

"House—" Cameron began.

"I'm not being sarcastic," House said innocently, raising his hands. "If it is connected to the Gen Project, then the AI in Foreman's head will take over and come kill us. So. What's the diagnosis, someone who knows?"

"It's Terrafen," Chase said immediately.

"We already ruled that out!" House half-shouted. "Terrafen doesn't work that way! If it did, you would've died years ago!"

"Terrafen fights anything abnormal. She has spina bifida, remember?" House shut up; Chase continued. "Once the Terrafen takes care of the cancer, it targets her nervous system. When she runs out of Terrafen, she's left with a tunnel system instead of a nervous system."

"And she's not rich enough to get more," House added, stunned comprehension dawning on his face.

"Exactly. So she goes for the next best thing—Bennettine."

"What's that?" Cuddy asked. Wilson spread his hands innocently.

"Before Wilson got the commission that brought about Terrafen," House said, speaking as quickly as he always did when he was explaining things, "a wealthy man named Bennett commissioned an invincible daughter. This girl would heal so fast you might as well not have hurt her. She died less than a year after waking up from multiple heart attacks caused by tissues blocking her arteries. In other words, she regenerated too fast. A couple whitecoats—scientists, for the goody-two-shoes-who-doesn't-know-lab-slang—" Cameron smiled sarcastically at him "—made a drug using enzymes in her body. They called it Bennettine after the father. And it worked. In diluted form and low, controlled doses, it sped up cellular regeneration enough to hold off a gen's cellular breakdown for about a day."

"Then what was the point of Terrafen?" Cuddy asked.

Chase picked up the explanation. "Very low doses were safe. If the dosage was just ten mg off, the user died the same way as Claire."

Cameron frowned. "That's… not good."

"Of course it's good," House said in a voice absolutely saturated with sarcasm, "why wouldn't it be? Anyway, the problem with Bennettine was the reason they got Wilson."

Cuddy stood. "Well. I'll go tell the government that we have this covered. You make that true."

"That's… not so simple," Chase said, stopping Cuddy. "There's no antidote for Bennettine."

Cuddy whirled, shock and horror painted on her face. "WHAT?" she shrieked. "Why the hell not?"

"Think about it like from their point of view," House said, with the air of someone explaining that two and two makes four. "Gens were expendable; Wilson was easy to find. It was better for them to just get a new miracle drug than to try and work with Bennettine."

"Spoken like a true whitecoat," Cameron spat out. "That woman is dying, and all you can say is how it was better for them?!"

House regarded her impassively. "There's nothing else to say."

"There is." The five doctors turned to the door to see Foreman wearing a blank look and holding a gun. Chase stood; House pushed back away from the table, as though putting a bit more distance between himself and Foreman would save him. Wilson moved towards Foreman, but backed away quickly with his hands up as the other man turned the gun on him.

Foreman looked at House. "You broke our agreement," he said simply. "Die."

He fired.

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A/N: No, I did not forget. Here are the results of The Gen Project Who's Who:

Sora Blade707, as the only one to play, wins! (You did get half of them right, btw.)

The correct answers are:

The gen: Chase

The maker: House

The goody-two-shoes: Cameron

The Medicine Man: Wilson

The government-imposed supervisor: Cuddy

The mole: Foreman

Anyway, thanks for reading! Please drop a review on the way out, and I will try to update sooner!