Chapter 3
Now, the actual story begins about 15 years ago. House was...
"Wait Daddy..." said Abby, "Are you House?"
"My God!" said Alysa, "The little one has finally linked a name to a person." House almost laughed. Alomst. Seeing this, Auddy began to laugh.
House was working in the hospital one day when his boss forced him into something he both loved and hated. At the time, House was a great fan of paint ball. He'd play it day and night with his best friend Wilson...
"Zat Uncle Jimmy, Daddy?" asked Abby.
"Be quiet or I won't finish the story!" House threatened as he nodded. Alysa laughed.
Anyways, House loved to play paint ball. Well, House's boss Dr. Cuddy believed House wasn't as "involved" in the hospital's activites as he should be and practically forced him into their upcoming tournament in hopes he might actually care about someone or something. Big mistake.
"I'm not going to that dmn tournament!" screamed House.
"Why?" asked Cuddy who still hadn't adjusted to House's attitued, "You like paint ball and you really do need to be more involved you know."
"No."
"You're going. It's final."
House shot up and walked to his office. How bad could it be? It was paint ball! Well, what was the best day of his life would later cause trouble for everyone.
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"I'm here. You happy?" said House grumpily as he walked around the field.
"Thank you," said Cuddy smiling (she still didn't get it, did she?).
"So..." said House, "Who we playing?"
Cuddy smiled. "PPTH Annual Paint Ball Tournament. Doctors vs. Lawyers."