You help Senshia tape the bottom on the keyboard back into place. "Thanks. Sorry about that. Frustrated." You tell her it's no problem. She sighes and realizes that there is nothing to eat... again. "Aw fuck."
-This will be my last OC in this story! I promise!

Chapter 4

I'd rather go ice fishing, which is the dumbest thing a man can do. You're sitting essentially in an out house. You've cut a hole in the ice, and you're fishing for fish that you shouldn't eat, 'cause any fish that is down there is fucking stupid.
- Lewis Black

"You treated your niece?!" Cuddy's shriek could have been heard all the way in diagnostics where House's team was probably wondering where their boss was.

"I knew you couldn't get away with it." House teased, smirking at Wilson.

"Shut it, House." She snapped. "You're letting her live with you. What did Ms. Charleston think about all this?!" She paced the room as her two employees sat in the chairs opposite her desk. They actually looked like two troublemakers in middle school, being scolded by their large-chested principal.

"With all due respect, doctor." Indiana spoke up from the couch. "Ma asked Wilson if he could take care of me. You see. My father and her had a huge issue and when they split, she cut me from the whole Wilson family. We don't even keep kosher anymore. Regardless. I'm sure he was just trying to help her. I mean, it's not like I can take care of myself right now. I don't even get to go to school. I have Kitty e-mail me notes."

Cuddy looked over at her. "You don't feel uncomfortable with this?"

Indiana shook her head.

The dean sighed. "Listen. House can continue PT with her. But James. You can't be her oncologist anymore. Policy won't allow it and niether will I. You pick a doctor under you to monitor her condition. Am I understood?"

They both nodded.

"And, Miss Charleston. How do you plan on spending your time here?" She asked the redhead.

"School work."

"Laptops aren't allowed."

House spoke up. "She can use my computer. We have the extra in the department if we need it."

"Fine. But no trouble. Am I understood?" She eyed all three of them with great suspicion.

Glancing at each other and giving Cuddy their best innocent smiles, the three of them said "Yes, mommy." almost simultaneously.

Cuddy sighed and looked at Wilson. "Those two are a bad influence on you."

"Aw. Does that mean we can't hang out anymore?" House asked, getting to his feet.

As they walked out, Cuddy buried her face in her hands. "Man it's gonna get chaotic in this place."

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"She's nice." Indie smiled evilly as they walked off the elevator. She followed House as Wilson parted to his office.

"You two behave."

They looked around, feigning confusion. "You talking to us?" House asked.

"We're as innocent as a kitten." She smiled. Wilson opened his door and was gone. "With really sharp claws." She finished as soon as he was out of ear shot.

House chuckled as he walked into the conference room. The four ducklings sat there. "I'm just saying, if you had to..." Chase looked up, trailing off. "Oh. You're here."

"Yes I'm here. With a stowaway."

Indiana waved at them.

"Do I wanna..." Ien stopped as he turned to see the girl standing behind them. "Charlie?"

"Hiya, Ien." She beamed.

House looked at them. "Know each other? And what's with the name Charlie?"

"I roomed with his family when I spent that semester in Ireland. And he got Charlie from my last name. Duh."

"So this is the sex, drugs and alcohol you told me about?" He asked.

"Sex? No. Alcohol?" Ien asked. "Well. Yea. The alcohol was all my fault. Honestly. She was a kid in Ireland as an exchange student. What else could ya do in the world's drinking capital?"

Chase sighed. "Why is she here? Her physio's in the afternoon."

"Well. She's staying with me this week. Mom called in a favor. Always a pleasure doing business with the devil." House shuddered thinking about the dreaded Ms. Charleston.

"Why you?" Foreman asked.

"Wilson's my uncle."

"Ew." Ien said. "He's Jewish."

"And your ex-boyfriend's catholic." She snapped back.

Ien feigned hurt. "Don't tease him. He's very sensitive."

House coughed into his coffee. "You're gay?"

"Problem?" He asked.

"No. No. Just something else to harass you about." He stated.

"So we have to live with the spawn of Satan for a week?" Chase asked.

"I get to live with her. You only have to deal with her while she's at work." House pointed out.

"Aw poor baby. Live with her for a few months." Ien said, shuddering at the memories.

"Number one!" She said in her own defense. "I'm standing right here. Second: we had a lot of fun times back in the old country, Ien. Admit it. Me, you, your brother and Logan had a grand old time so shut it."

Cameron sighed. She really didn't want to deal with Indiana. "Why aren't you in Wilson's office?"

"Well. This office is nice and shiny. I absolutely love feeling like a fish." She snapped back, wiggling around to mimick a fish.

"Just like House." Foreman mumbled under his breath.

"Wait." Chase looked up at his boss in confusion. "Does Cuddy know that you're housing a patient?"

"Does Cuddy know that I stole her panties?" He replied. "Okay. Anyways. Indie. Computer's in there. The password's ElPeloDelChase."

She raised an eyebrow. "The hair of Chase?"

"I get bored. Remind me to change it later."

Chase shook his head, trying to reason what he heard. "Why is your password about my hair?"

"It's shiny and nice to look at."

Foreman chuckled.

"Glad you encourage this." Cameron said in her monotonous tone she uses when annoyed.

He just shrugged.

Ien shook his head, smiling. "Lighten up."

"Yea, Cameron." House said. "Lighten up. I mean, come on. You had sex with Chase. You can't tell me that his hair isn't nice to look at."

The Australian sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You had sex with him?" Ien asked. "Sorry."

Chase's eyes narrowed as he glared at the Irishman.

House looked from one to the other. "Oh ho snap!" He cackled in glee. "This is gunna be fun. Something huge must have happened in order to get that look from Chase."

All of a sudden, three beepers went off.

"Go see what's wrong." House said, nodding in dismissal. "And bring Leprechaun with you."

When they were gone, he limped over to his office where Indiana was typing away feverishly. "Whatchya working on?"

"A paper for psych." She replied bluntly, not looking at him.

"Specifics?" He asked, sitting down in the yellow chair.

"I'm supposed to analyze a traumatic experience and how it would affect the mind."

"Gunna use your little cancer episode?"

"Can't. It cannot be first person. But worry not. My best friend is going to use it for her paper. Speaking of which, is it okay if she stops here for her paper? We can go anywhere where it's okay."

He shrugged. "I don't mind. As long as you don't get in the way. What's your major?"

"Human relations and psychology. I want to be a part of the nature vs. nurture argument. She wants to be a psychologist."

"Ah."

"I would ask you if you should go see if your patient's okay, but that's a stupid question." She smirked.

He chuckled as he stared at her fingers flying across the keyboard. "When is she showing up?"

"Dunno. I said anytime between five minutes ago and an hour from now. She'll show up in the office. We GPA each other."

"What's it like, going to Princeton?" He asked.

"I hate school. Not as much as I hated high school. But I still hate it. If it weren't for my Japanese class, I might have killed myself." She chuckled. "Maybe I can escape that wretched woman and spend a semester there."

"You hate your mom that much?" He asked.

"Would you hate your mother if she cut the cord from half of your family?"

He sat and stared at her for a moment. She had never shown any type of pain from that comment. Come to think of it, she never showed pain at all. When Wilson picked her up the night before during the popcorn ordeal, she should have been in excruciating pain. But not even a wince. "How much does your leg hurt?"

"Out of the blue." She said, not stopping her typing. "Why?"

"Just answer the question."

She stopped typing but didn't look away from the screen. "Only a little."

"Strange. My leg kills and I'm on Vicoden half the time."

She glared at him. "I'm fine. I don't need your help."

"Come to think of it, you aren't on any pain medication, are you?"

"Shut up, House."

"So it really doesn't hurt or you're somehow ignoring the pain."

"I said SHUT UP!" She yelled and stood to her feet. She bypassed her crutches and limped over to the door but stopped. A young woman stood in the conference room. She was on the weighty side with long, blond curls. She smiled when she saw Indiana.

"Indi-chan!" She yelped and ran over to her friend.

"Kitty!" She hugged the blond and smiled a bit. "How are you?"

"Oh the same as always. And so are you, by the sounds of it. I could hear you yell from down the hallway." She giggled and looked over at House who had gotten up to follow Indiana. "Who are you?"

"Doctor House. I'm Indie's doctor." He nodded at him.

"You're gimpy." She stated bluntly. Then she started to twitch slightly. "Kit! Kit! Kitty!"

"She uh... she has Tourette's." The Irish girl explained. "Ignore the random outbursts."

"Kitty!" She clapped her hands together and bounced up and down.

"And she refuses medication."

"We have bad news." Foreman said, walking in. He stopped to look at Indiana's friend. "Who's this?"

"Indie's buddy. Ignore her. What's wrong?" House said.

"The patient is vomiting blood."

Senshia sniffles a bit. "God I hate being sick. Anyways. You like it? By the way, Kitty is based on my happy little beta-reader. And she's actually like that. Scary? Yes." She blows her nose in a Kleenex. "Gah!"