DMC: Heya guys! Welcome back! I am so thankful to all of my supporters and the people who understand, I care for you deeply! Thank you for taking the time to read this!

Hope all of you are having a good turn of the year! Sticking to your resolutions? I'm not. Didn't make any, don't need to stick to them.

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Summary: Snowed in and power out, what could honestly get worse? With everyone on staff at the hospital, things are a little hectic. Especially when House's team has got a new case, and no machinery to help figure out what is wrong with the woman. Things get a little crazy and new things are cropping up in attempt to cause more trouble for House and his little ducklings. Will they get through it? Will someone get fired as House has been threatening? Will the woman die? Will Wilson tell House the things he is seeing with House's youngest duckling? Or will he just watch the group act as if there is nothing more in their relationships then co-workers?

DISCLAIMER: I do not House M.D.

WARNINGS: There will be swearing and all together asshole-y witty comments throughout. This is a slash pairing. You know lemon, yaoi, Shounen ai, fluff, and all that Jazz or so which you call it, so don't get all mad at me when you come to find it is and you don't like it, I warned you ahead of time and if you don't like it you can leave. Also, I try desperately to keep the people in character, but most of these characters have such loose ended personalities they can easily change, especially when the new series you hardly see the ducklings any more so it's hard to get much info, so if they are not YOUR interpretation, don't get mad and flame me. I gave you warning. So you don't like it to bad. Flames will go ignored and be deleted. They are a waste of my, and your, time. They are not helpful, and I do not care. Like I said, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!

But comments of help, and just plain happiness I will be more then happy to accept them, you may even see your acknowledgement on the next installment! Because people like you make my day.

Thank you.

Pairings: Ch/H

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The light flickered on the small wicks, dancing and weaving as the office slowly started to glow and each person slowly became a tad easier to see. It was almost as if he could reach out and grab it, letting the small flicker dance in his hand, and hold it close. He watched their endowments and couldn't help but smiled, because even though they had no power and things were not going well so far, it seemed as if that little flame was a thing of hope. Telling them that if they just stuck through things would be okay.

"Earth to Dr. Chase," House said as he reached his cane forward to prod at the blonde, and snapping him back to reality. Chase looked up at him and blinked a few times as House looked at the three. "We have no power, no machines, no warmth, and we have a case." he said as he dropped the file kind of heavily on the table before them

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Chapter 2

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"Judas Winthrow, age nineteen, ______ pounds, Five feet eleven inches," Cameron read off a record as she reached a frail hand up to push a lock of brunette hair behind her right ear. "Spent no time out of the country and lives alone, no one in the family has any record of serious or hereditary illness." She informed her co-workers as she glanced up at the shadowy figure of her boss. He was standing before his beloved white board, leaning casually on his cane, spinning a marker, whose color she could not make out, in his free hand.

"What are his symptoms?" Chase asked as he pulled the dark blue scarf from his neck, exposing it to the chill of the office.

"He complained about stomach pains when he arrived then fell into an epileptic seizure after throwing up a good amount of blood." She said, looking over at the blonde doctor as he hung his scarf and damp coat on the thin silver coat rack by the door of the glass office.

"How is it, a nineteen year old who lives alone, comes in throwing up blood, and yet he has a completely clean bill of health," House muttered, not really asking a question then it was stating what happened to be on his mind at that moment. He uncapped the marker and started jotting down the symptoms as the marker wailed in protest of being dragged across the smooth pale surface.

"He could have-" Forman began with his usual Lupus theory that he was so determined to have proven right one day.

"No!" House interrupted as he turned around, making a face at the doctor. "It's not Lupus."

"It could be," the other rebutted poorly "We don't have enough diagnosis or symptoms to prove it otherwise."

"Oh yeah, just because of that excuse it could be, just like it could be cancer! We don't have enough evidence to prove that wrong! Or maybe it's Typhoid! Or how about Ebola," House practically shouted at the other, swinging his arm around as he leaned on his cane, to emphasis the point.

Cameron attempted to intervene with something about how Ebola hasn't been an active disease since the very first sighting of it many years ago. It, however, fell on deaf ears as House continued his vent unto Forman. "Even though it's probably the less likely of all, it damn well could be, we just don't have enough diagnosis to tell!"

He limped past the doctor, who could not respond, and the rest of his team to the door as the others stood up to follow. House was a lot more tense and pissed off then normal, probably due to the fact there was no power, it was dark, his leg hurt bad, the weather sucked, the holidays were coming up, and it was cold.

"Someone figure out how to get power back to this damn hospital." He said with a huff as he disappeared out the door and down the hall.

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The heavy glass door of the ICU ward slid open as the crippled doctor limped his way inside and to the bedside of a certain, ebony haired, sleeping teen. Lifting his cane up he slammed it on the small table beside him, causing him to wake with alarm.

"Why do you live alone?" House asked, speaking louder then necessary.

The teen blinked a few times, waking himself up, and letting his eyes adjust to the room, lit dimly with unscented candles (1). "Who are you?" he asked his voice hoarse, probably from the throwing up of blood.

"The ghost of Christmas past, now answer the question, why do you live alone?" House asked him again, his tone sarcastic as he watched the boy shift to a comfortable sitting position.

"You don't know?" The boy asked with a playful smile "You but be some shitty ghost then. After all, aren't you here to show me my past and where things went wrong in hopes I change for the better of man kind? Or perhaps you have not read Dickens…" The teen said teasingly.

"Yes because mankind is completely dependant on you. Answer. The. Question." House stated, raising his eye brows as he leaned closer.

"'Course it is, or perhaps you don't know… I'm god," he joked in return, speaking softly as he leaned to House.

Deciding to come back to that question later since he was not getting a response, House moved on. "Have you had sexual intercourse?"

"Have you?" the kid asked, throwing the question back at him "You seem too stuck up. What's up old man? Not get laid in a while?"

"I'll take that as a yes," House responded as he leaned on his cane, taking more pressure off his throbbing leg. Though he didn't show it, this kid was entertaining the boorish doctor.

"I'm sorry daddy, I promise it wont happen again, I just couldn't keep it in my pants," he responded in a high pitched sarcastic voice as he placed a hand on his chest and gave a pathetic 'pity me' face.

"See, that's why there are so many teen pregnancies, because of kids like you." House remarked, with another raise of the eye brows.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill. Besides, I am not sexually active" the other responded and House fell silent. Standing quiet for a moment, he eyed the kid to see if he was genuine and actually there, not just some person he thought up. Who knows? After that bullet and that strange hallucination dream thing, he could just be going completely crazy. After some time he held out a hand for the kid to shake.

"Doctor House" He said shortly, introducing himself.

"Judas Winthrow, most just call me Harper," he responded as he shook the doctor's firm hand and gave him a gentle smile showing that he could be nice when he so wished to be. House nodded in response when their touch broke, and he reached up to run his hand casually through his hair, not noticing that at the same time Harper did the very same. (2)

"So, I take it the back-up generator is not turning on?" Harper asked as he motioned to the couple of candles that poorly lit his room. Scratching at a red mark on his arm, he shifted about to a more comfortable position, beginning to not feel all to well.

"Nope, Jack frost got a little to snow happy this year," House responded, eyeing the teen's arm, noticing the red mark that had not been on the list of symptoms before, but should not be over looked.

"Fascinating," Harper said with blunt sarcastic-ness.

"Oh extremely; did you have that rash before you came here?" He asked the younger male, who blinked and looked at his arm before shaking his head. He had been scratching it without even realizing he was scratching anything more then just a casual itch.

Nodding House pulled out his pager as he began to limp toward the door, Harper watching curiously, wondering what happened as the door hissed to a close behind the gruff doctor's back, as he turned to walk down the hall back to his office as his message went out to all on his team.

family meeting now-House

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DMC: So that's the second part. I ended up having to cut it because I had enough to almost make two parts! I will be posting the next one when I finish with it. It's almost done! 

For those little numbers, if you didn't read a few of my other stories, they do mean something. And heeeeere they are:

1. Candles may seem like a strange thing to put as detail but if you think about it, in a hospital where anything could happen, they take all measures possible. Unscented, so as not to spark allergies. If there are allergies the candle is removed completely and they will find another source of light until the generator comes on (which will be explained in the next chapter) 

2. I am aiming for something, if you catch it, I will love you forever, if not… trust me; you will soon XD

So if you haven't been annoyed by my abusing of the smileys, then stick around for the next installment! I will keep checking to make sure the symptoms I am putting do in fact match a disease. If anyone has a good idea of something (not Lupus, I thought about it, it's a bit cliché and overrated) really good, feel free to private message me and let me know!

I've got my job in for me. I need to spend lots of time finding out how all this is going to work with a hospital with no power!

Well, until next time. Ciao!