Hung(over)

By Jules

A/N: This is a little on the dramatic side, but I couldn't help myself. Enjoy. Thanks for the feedback!

Part 3

"Hey…" Amber's sing-song voice bounced back and forth on either side of him, trying to get his attention. "Hey!"

"Ignoring you." House plunged forward, trying to make his way to Wilson's office without anyone noticing he had a new "friend."

"You can't ignore me. You don't make the rules." She was in front of him, walking backwards.

"Hogwash." House spun around and hobbled back towards the elevator. He pressed the door close button repeatedly as she stalked him slowly. The door shut in her face.

He leaned back against the cool metal, relief washing over him.

When the door opened on the second floor, Amber was there again, smiling and blocking his way. "You know nothing you do is going to change her mind, right? No matter how great the pity fuck was, a woman like that will never end up with a loser like you."

House snapped his fingers and closed his eyes.

"I command you to evaporate."

Two interns turned around and stared at him.

Amber giggled, lacing her arm through his as he fumbled towards the balcony. "It's a joke, really. You think any of her minions will believe you? I'm not even sure she believes it happened. That was some pretty serious denial going on back there."

"Oh, she believes it," House shouted at the air as Taub and Thirteen exited the elevator.

Taub looked at his boss, who he hadn't seen in thirty-six hours, talking frantically to thin air. "Go get Wilson. And Foreman. Go."

Thirteen disappeared into the elevator.

Amber's eyes glittered with dark light, and she pushed herself up on the railing. "Yeah? How you gonna make sure?"

House's breathing quickened, and he looked in her sparkling, vampiric eyes.

She smiled. "Do it."

House banged his cane against the railing, pushing his unsteady feet against the bars. "Attention! Attention everyone! I slept with Lisa Cuddy!" He bellowed across the lobby. Cuddy turned around and stared at him, her mouth agape. Everyone was staring at her now. Silence fell over the lobby until a few snickers came from the first year med students. House panicked; Amber was right. They didn't believe him and neither did she. He stepped higher on the railing and threw his cane into the sea of med students below. "You hear that, Rosenbaum? She is off the market! Mine!"

"House!" Cuddy yelled. Suddenly, she didn't care what he was saying. It was in his eyes; he was still hallucinating. Cuddy dropped her files and ran the length of the lobby, pushing confused interns and suspicious residents out of her way. She didn't realize she was crying until the elevator door shut behind her and she could see her own reflection.

"What's wrong with him?" asked a first year med student.

"He must be high." Nurse Brenda rolled her eyes and went back to her paperwork.

"House, get off the railing." Taub approached him cautiously.

"Not until they believe me." House took another step higher, his frail legs wobbling unsteadily.

Wilson ran down the staircase with Thirteen, his eyes wide as he saw his best friend leaning over the railing.

The elevators opened and Cuddy ran out.

"House, stop! Please," she cried.

"I'm not crazy! You can't deny me."

"Heh. Maybe if you jump, she'll admit it to the world." Suddenly, Amber flipped over the railing.

"AMBER! I've got you—"

House flung his hand after her, his full weight going forward, and they were spinning together as their hands reached for each other, the engine roared in his ears, and he couldn't see anything but her face and her hand and the blood as the windows crashed and they flipped over together, falling slowly into whiteness.

"House!" Cuddy screamed, reaching futilely for him as he began his decent. "Wilson, grab him! God—"

All hands flung forward.