Chapter 3- House Vs. Magnus.

"He's sick!"

They were five in Cuddy's office- House, who was standing in front of Cuddy's desk, wearing a grey jacket and leaning on his cane, Cuddy, who was sitting behind her desk, looking at the group in her serious, listening look, Wilson, who stood in front of House and next to the desk, a cup of coffee in his hand, and Will and Helen, both standing closer to the door and looking at House and Cuddy seriously.

"Since when do you care?" Wilson replied, question in his brown eyes.

Knowing someone else was in the room never bothered House when he wanted to say the truth. "I don't," he said, looking at both Cuddy and Wilson. "But she does," He added, gesturing at Helen. "Unless she wants him dead," He added cynically a moment later.

Cuddy rolled her eyes slightly before turning to the other woman in the room. "Doctor Magnus, is it really necessary to take the patient away now?" She asked.

"I'm afraid so," Helen's British accent replied. "He needs to be in our care."

"C'mon! They can't just move him out of here!" House exclaimed, again looking at the dean of medicine of Princeton Plainsboro.

Cuddy looked at him for a moment before turning to Helen. "He's right," She said calmly. "The patient's an adult. It's his choice."

Helen nodded briefly in understanding. "I want to see him."

Helen and Will entered the patient's room in the hospital, closing the glass door behind them. While Will walked straight to the patient, Helen stopped by the foot of his bed and quickly read his file. Her face grew darker and darker with every line she read. Will didn't like it.

Yet when he spoke to the patient, his voice was completely calm. "Mr. Sung?" He asked quietly as he set down on the chair by the patient's bed. Sung didn't response. He didn't even open his eyes. It was as if he was unresponsive. "Mr. Sung, I'm Doctor Will Zimmerman, from the Sanctuary. I'm here with Doctor Helen Magnus."

Hearing that name, his eyes opened immediately. "Magnus?" His voice was hoarse and low, but both doctors could identify a slight Yorkshire accent in it.

Helen hurried to the other side of his bed. "Doctor Magnus, from the Sanctuary," She presented herself. "We're here to help you, Mr. Sung."

The fair haired patient looked up at her. "I don't need help," He tried to object.

Helen lowered her voice. "We know what you are. You can trust the Sanctuary. We give Sanctuary to all those who need it." She said. Seeing then confused, still defensive, expression on his face, she explained. "You are an Abnormal. Your genetic code was created differently, which means you have unique abilities humans do not have."

"Are you Gregory Magnus' daughter?" He asked. He seemed distracted, as if he hadn't heard a word of what Helen said. Helen nodded briefly, a calming expression on her face. "Dad told me to trust the daughter of Gregory Magnus." He muttered, more to himself than to the two doctors.

"This is me," Helen said softly. "We're here to help you."

"How can you help me?" All of a sudden, he seemed scared. "They say that House guy is the best on this planet. And he can't figure out what I've got. How can you?"

Helen glanced at Will, who took the lead. "The Sanctuary deals with people with unique abilities. We already know what you've got. All you need to do is come with us. We'll explain more once we're at the Sanctuary." His voice was quiet and calming. He was using all of his "psychologist skills", as the guys at the Sanctuary used to call them.

"Let me think." Was all the patient said before closing his eyes.

Helen and Will exchanged a look, the first calming and confident, and the second worried. She nodded briefly and the two of them turned around and slowly left the room. Even after leaving the room they didn't dare to speak, not wanting to draw attention to the special nature of House's new patient.

"What do you think House's gonna do?" Taub asked as the three that formed House's new team sat down in the cafeteria. They all held trays with light breakfasts on them, and all three of them looked tired, as if they've barely slept that night. Which was the truth. House kept them in the hospital that night, after telling them to run tests for worms. As Foreman suggested, they also tried looking for a tumor, but other than the spot in his brain's MRI, they found nothing.

"He's gonna fold." Thirteen replied, sitting down. Seeing her colleagues' doubting faces, she explained. "If Doctor Magnus can be here in less than two days, she can probably get a court order to release him. With Cuddy on it, no way he'll get to keep this patient."

Kutner looked at them quietly for a moment. "Not unless we help him," He said quietly. Both doctors immediately looked at him, their faces surprised. "He's sick. We can help him."

"Yes, and so can Doctor Magnus," Taub argued. "I think she knows more about him than we do. It's like she knows him."

"House is the best doctor in the world," Kutner's voice was so low, even Taub and Thirteen could barely hear him, "And we are his team. If there's anyone who can cure this guy-"

"-Or at least diagnose him-" Thirteen cut him off.

"-It's us." Kutner completed. "Come on, it's his best chance."

Taub still seemed hesitant, but Thirteen nodded. Eventually he nodded as well, looking seriously at his coworkers. "We have to do it before our patient decides he actually wants to leave with Doctor Magnus," He said, also speaking as quietly as possible.

"Sure. 'Cause if he does, we're screwed," A new voice said quietly, sarcasm clear in it. They nearly jumped out of their seats. If someone heard what they were planning… but to their relief it was only House, who seemed sarcastic as ever. "Let's see, what can we do to this guy?" He added, pretending to be seriously thinking about it.

"House." Thirteen interrupted. "We're serious."

"Cool, me too." The older doctor replied. "We can create a heart attack. That'd be cool. Or," He added, more serious, "you can have a kidneys CT. See what if you can find anything there." He took a sip from his milkshake.

None of them moved. "What about the brain?" Taub asked.

House thought for a moment. MRI his brain again. This time do it as close as possible. If I'm right, we'll see nothing." His voice was quiet and serious, and it was clear he was thinking about the patient's mysterious disease.

"You're wrong." A British-accented-voice stopped them as they got up. They all turned around, not surprised to find Doctor Magnus behind them. "I know exactly what he's got."

"Great." House's voice was light. He got up before she could continue. His voice turned more serious as he continued. "Then tell us what it is."

"I can't."

"Alright, then," He turned to his team, "Do a CT and MRI."

"No." Helen stopped them. Again, House turned to her with an annoyed expression. It was one of those occasions when someone got in House's way, and being House, he refused to give up.

"Then tell us what he's got!" House exclaimed. She stood still, clearly not caring about his behavior. He nodded at his team, and the three left before Magnus could stop them. Then House turned to leave as well, not before stopping at turning to Magnus, his face dead serious. "If you don't want him dead, work with us."

And then he left, leaving Magnus standing alone in the cafeteria.

Magnus looked after him for a moment before leaving the cafeteria. She left the hospital, got into a taxi and then called Will. She waited a few moments before quickly explaining their problem to him. Hearing about Doctor House didn't prepare her to working with him, even though she knew she would be making that step she was about to make from the very beginning. Will only said he'll remain with the patient as much as he can and try to convince him to agree to come with them.

It wasn't long before Helen was back to Princeton Plainsboro, this time with a judge with her. She walked into Princeton Plainsboro in quick, decisive steps, and minutes later arrived to the fourth floor, where House's office was.

To her surprise, the office was full. There weren't just House and his team there, but Will and Doctor Cuddy were there as well, together with three people she didn't know. She assumed they were doctors, but of which kind, she couldn't tell.

"House, this isn't you choice!" was the first thing she heard as she walked into the office. It was Cuddy's voice. "This is his choice! And if he doesn't want to operate, we won't operate!"

"He's a moron! Better yet, a moron with a tumor in his brain!" Helen nearly froze. "And he's crashing. His kidneys are failing and he's got arrhythmia. If we don't operate now, that tumor's gonna kill him!"

"Did you even see this?" A brown haired doctor spoke. "There is no way we can operate that kind of a tumor. It's too big. We'll have to do chemo and radiations first." He silenced for a moment before putting the MRI down. "A brain tumor wouldn't cause his kidneys fail," He said thoughtfully. Helen quickly noted to herself he was an Oncologist.

"That can be caused by the alcohol he's been drinking," House replied shortly, his voice showing how impatient he is. "Look, we can stand here all day and talk about it. But if we don't do something soon, he will die!"

It seemed as if Will or Cuddy were about to response, when Will noticed Helen. "Magnus," He said, turning everyone's attention to her. "You're just in time."

"What exactly is going on in here?" She asked, walking towards him. She stopped by his side, looking at the room full of people in front of her.

"We have found a tumor in Mr. Sung's brain," Cuddy informed her in a quiet, sympathetic voice. Handing her the MRI scan, she continued. "It's big, and so we can't operate yet, but if we'll treat him with radiation and chemo, he might-"

"Since when do we ask random people about our patient?" House interrupted, still in the same tone. "Why don't we inform the janitor of the patient's problem?" He added cynically.

"House." Cuddy's voice was commanding. Then she turned back towards Helen. "As I was saying, the tumor might be operable if we start treating it. If you could talk him into doing this, it will only do him good."

House rolled his eyes and stepped forward. "What we should be doing is getting a court order to have someone as his representative. He obviously can't take this kind of choices on his own, because he's got a massive tumor in his brain." He stressed.

"I could try talking to him," The Oncologist suggested.

House thought for a moment. "You and your manipulation skills." He seemed as if he was about to grin, but didn't. "Wilson," He gestured at the man, "will try to talk him into this. You," He spoke directly to Cuddy, "Get a court order."

And before any of them could say anything, he was gone. Realizing House would do whatever he wants to do regardless of what she has to say, Magnus stepped forward and quickly introduced Cuddy to the Judge. "I think it will be for his best interest if he'll come with us," She said.

Cuddy glanced at the team before turning to the door. "I suggest we'll do that in my office. I'll page House," She added.

"It's okay." The judge, a woman in her late forties, finally spoke. "I think it's best if we'll have this discussion without Doctor House."

Cuddy nodded. "Alright."

They went down to the Dean of Medicine's office silently, Cuddy first, Helen and Will after her, and the judge the last. They started the discussion only after they sat down on the sofas in the office, the judge in the chair and the three doctors on the sofa.

As the meeting moved on, House and Wilson entered the patient's room. House closed the glass door behind him and leaned against the wall as Wilson sat down by the patient's side. He waited a moment until he opened his eyes before he spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Sung. I'm Doctor Wilson," He introduced himself.

"It's about the tumor, isn't it?" The patient cut him off. He looked more tired than House has expected. "I don't want anything. I just want to sleep. Leave me alone."

Wilson turned to look at House. The other doctor, noticing there's something wrong as well, walked towards the bed, and stopped by his side. It took but a few questions before House determined he's depressed.

"It's good," House said as they left the room, heading towards Cuddy's office. "It's another symptom."

"How do you know it's a symptom?" Wilson asked, pressing the elevator button. "We told the guy he has a tumor in his brain. Any normal person would feel depression."

"I bet you tell that to all of your patients," House muttered. "Or rather, about all your patients." His voice was cynical. Then it changed, turning more serious. "No. It's a symptom. It means we need to operate."

They left the elevator and quickly walked towards Cuddy's office. Neither of them was surprised to see the judge there. Without a word to Cuddy, House turned to the judge.

"He's dying. He's got a tumor in his brain. We have the best neurosurgeons. If there's any hospital that can keep him alive, it's PPTH." He glanced at Cuddy's slightly surprised yet agreeing face. "Aren't I right, Doctor Cuddy?"

Cuddy nodded. "Doctor House is right. We are the best choice for Mr. Sung."

The judge got up. "I've heard enough." She said. "I think this hospital would be the best place for him." Cuddy and House exchanged a smug look. "But I was asked to give Doctor Magnus a chance."

"Oh, Come on!" House exclaimed.

The judge ignored him. "Therefore, I put Doctor Magnus as his representative."