You walk into the small room, tripping over the mess accumulated from over a year. Senshia whipes some soda off her keyboard. "Well this can't be good for the danmed thing. Oh hello, kiddies. Like the last chapter? If you didn't, then what the fuck are you doing here in Chapter Two?" She takes a big gulp from the can in her hand and you can see the words 'Full Throttle' on the side and you ask for a sip. "No effing way. This is mine. What are you doing? Read the damn story." She shoos you away with her giant Japanese Geisha fan.

Chapter Two

You don't want another Enron? Here's the law: If you have a company, and it can't explain, in one sentence... what it does... it's illegal!
- Lewis Black

House sighed and looked at his watch. "Cuddy said eleven a.m. Where is that little Irish brat?" He asked to no one. He was sitting in a PT room, playing his PSP half asses. He was almost looking forward to the visit from this little angry girl.

The door opened and a flood of voices filled the room.

"Well if you would just let me help you -"

"Mom! I got it. Let the frick go! House." The red-headed young woman barked. "Tell her to get out, please."

He looked over at her. Indiana had thick, red hair with the Wilson trademarked brown eyes that make any person squirm. She was on the short side for a twenty year old but you could tell that she could hold her own against almost anyone. Now, however, she was supporting herself against anything other than her mother.

The mother, Sarah Charleston, was also very short, almost shorter than her daughter. Her copper hair was cropped short and her eyes were vivid green. She was thin and spoke with a slight Irish accent.

"Well, Ms. Charleston. It's marvelous to see you again but I must insist you leave the room. Indiana is quite old enough to not have her mommy in the room." House said, smiling sarcastically.

She huffed, gave her daughter one last look before departing to the waiting room. She walked over to the nurse's station. "Could I get a page for Docter James Wilson, please?"

Back in the PT room, Indiana took a seat in the chair opposite House. "Thank the Lord Almighty she's out of here. She's been on my case sinse I left this wretched place. Indie, honey. Can I help you? and You really should get crutches, dear. It's driving me off the wall."

"Stupid idea to ask how you've been?"

"No." She said.

"Hinted sarcasm?"

"Emphisized sarcasm, actually. So. You're my new physical trainer?"

He nodded. "Yep. I heard you knocked out Dr. Karrey."

"Gunna yell at me for it?"

"Nope." He answered, getting up and walking over to the closet. "I was going to thank you. You did something I've been wanting to do sinse the shmuck got here."

She smirked. "Whatchya doin'?"

He pulled out a pair of crutches.

"Oh fuck you." She got up and started toward the door.

"Ah ah ah!" He quickly limped to block her path. "Do you want to walk again?"

She glared at him.

"Well you need to start somewhere. I had to do the same thing, and I didn't like it either. That's why you're here, right? That's why I'm here. Because you felt that the other trainers didn't understand. Well I do."

She glared again before heading back to her seat.

"Wait. I gotta get these at the right setting."

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Wilson stared at the woman for a second. "Okay. So you pull this girl out of my brother's life, yell at me for hours while Indie's in the hospital and then accuse me of instilling a want to see her father in her. Then you want me to take care of her for you?"

Sarah sighed. "Please, James. She likes you. She likes House. And I know you're living at his place for a while. It's just a week. I have to fly to New York for this business trip and I need her to continue physio with House. Please, James. Just a week. She'll study here until her physio and then she'll study some more afterward."

"And when she doesn't study?"

"She has her little games and her laptop. I'm begging of you."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for her." He clarified.

She let out a sigh of relief.

-One hour later.-

House rubbed his temples. Now he knew why a physical trainer would want to kill themselves. That was the longest and most painful hour in his life. Indiana was a stubborn little maggot sometimes.

"Tests negative for Cirrhosis and Hep C." Foreman and Chase walked in.

Cameron came in about two seconds later. "It's not Diabetes."

"How's the vitals?"

"Fine. His condition isn't bad. Just odd. Why?"

"Going to lunch. Page me if anything happens. Come up with new ideas and get some tests." he tossed Foreman the marker. "You are the keeper. Use your posistion well."

He limped over to Wilson's office and knocked. "Lunch time. Feed me." He called in. No answer. He toussled the handle for a second. "Locked."

The door to Dr. Lisa Cuddy's office slammed open. She jumped. "House. What is it?"

"Where's Wilson?"

"Left early. Why?"

"What for?"

She sighed. "Not sure. He said family issues. And then he left. What? Didn't bring any money for lunch?" She asked, smirking.

"Can you spare a few bucks?" He asked, giving her his 'look-at-me-I'm-an-adorable-little-cripple' look.

She opened her purse and gave him a twenty. "Don't forget Clinic duty!" She called after him.

"Clinic what?" He called back and was gone.

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Cameron and Foreman sat in the MRI's safe room, scanning the results on the screen. "Just guess and check, that's it? No random guesses for him?" He asked.

"Doesn't seem very House-like, huh?" She said. "Maybe it was that little Indiana brat."

He chuckled. "Don't like her?"

"She's rotten to the core, that one. Normally, I like to see the best in others but she makes it impossible."

"Yet you think House isn't a hopless cause? So. What do you think of House hiring another person?"

She shrugged. "Don't know. But I don't see the need."

"Worried it's gunna be a hottie to take House's affections?"

She scoffed. "Hardly."

"Well. There aren't any tumors." He sighed.

Cameron stared at the images for a moment. "But there's scarring."

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House looked at his watch. "One o'clock. Where is the little-"

"Twerp?" An Irish accent interrupted him.

House looked up and saw Ien McArtur standing in the doorway. He had shoulder-length black hair and vivid blue eyes. Not like House's own blue. This was a deep blue, very close to the blue on the American flag. He was also on the short side. "Good afternoon. You are just in time. I assume Dr. Cuddy already gave you a lab coat and a name tag."

"She did."

"Good. Now you need to meet-"

"Dr. House. It's not a tumor." Cameron walked in with Foreman. She looked at the newcomer and held out her hand. "I'm Allison Cameron."

"Damien McArtur. Pleasure."

"Eric Foreman." The farker man also shook his hand. "So you're the new lab tech?"

"Aye. I thought there were three of you."

Chase barged in, holding the files. "Well this is a boring history."

"Hi, Rob."

Chase stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at Ien. "Hi."

House looked from one to the other. "Know each other?"

"Yea." Ien smiled. "Roomed together at college."

"But Chase is Australian." Foreman pointed out.

"Yes but the late Dr. Chase was rich enough to send his son to a university in London." The Irish doctor answered.

"Damnit!" Everyone looked at House. "I owe Wilson fifty bucks."

"What?"

"We had a bet. He noticed you guys were from the same college. He said you knew each other. I said you didn't. Damn you."

"Oh real nice, House." Cameron scolded. "Betting on him before his first day."

"Wanted to get a good start. What?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Okay mom. I'll be nicer. Not."

"So were you guys friends?" Foreman asked.

"Don't we have a pacient to get to?" Chase asked.

Ien rolled his eyes. "Avoid the subject. Yea. That'll work."

"His name is Carl Manning." The Australian continued in an agitated voice. "He has no family history of cancer or major allergies. His -"

"Wait." House interrupted him. "Why are you avoiding the subject?"

"Can we please focus on our jobs, not my personal life? His parents are-"

House snatched the history from him. "Why are you avoiding the subject?" He repeated.

Chase sighed. "I'm not telling."

"Fine. Miccy, here, will tell us." He slung an arm around Ien's shoulers. "Won'tcha, buddy?"

Ien smirked at Chase before pulling the file out of House's grasp and looked over it for a moment. "Did you check for an allergy that might not be genetic?"

"No way. It's a damn conspiracy. Come on!"

Ien laughed. "You just met me for the second time. You've had Rob employed here for a while. Let him tell you. God forbid I ruin his reputation here."

"Oh how gracious of you." Chase scoffed.

Ien glared intently at him for a moment. "It was your issue to begin with. Don't you take Daddy's anger out on me."

"Oooh. Tension. I love it." House rubbed his hands together. "So. Chase. You take little leprechaun with you and show him around. Cameron. See if you can get anymore info out of our lovely liver-scarred guy. Foreman. Wanna do my Clinic hours? Pa-wease?" He put on his face and batted his eyes.

"Do your own hours. I'm grabbing lunch."

House groaned and grabbed his cane.

"Let's just get this over with." Chase said, sighing. "This is the Clinic. You have a certain amount of hours you have to do here. Dr. Cuddy, Dean of the hospital, will be on your case if you don't-"

"I should be the angry one here." Ien said, cutting him off.

"Can we just get this over with, Ien?" Chase ased.

Ien stared at the blond for a moment. "Yea, sure."

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"Dr. House checks out, five pm. Write that down."

"It's not even quarter of five, House." Cuddy said.

"I have to get home and see what's up with Wilson. It's killing me." He said, limping away.

The ride home was fairly warmer than the ride to work. The sun was out, heating up the leather seat of the motorcycle. He arrived at the apartment to see Wilson's car parked outside. And from the sidewalk. House saw the oncologist bustling about.

"Wilson. Why weren't you at lunch? What was the big-" He stopped dead to see wavy red hair on one of the bean bags that took the place of his couch.

Indiana looked over her shoulder, pausing her game. "Your high score on this thing sucks ass."

Senshia shoved another handfull of home-made snack mix into her mouth and looks at you. "Well? Like it?" She holds her energy drink can upside-down as a few drops fall from the rim. "Damn. I'm all out."